Doomsday Rise

On the desolate road, a car that seemed to be made of scrap metal was driving on the road. The clanking sound was louder than the sound of the engine.

There is a bulldozer-like shovel in the front, and a heavy iron block acts as a shield in the back. Countless sharp iron thorns are welded all over the car, even the tires are not spared. Thorny, from a distance, the tire seems to be a circle larger.

I don’t know what kind of car this car was modified from. It has a lot of power. It makes the road tremble when it drives on it. Behind it is a petite car. Of course, petiteness is compared to the car in front. If taken alone, it is still a big car. Behind it is a trailer, dragging a large can, which should be filled with gasoline. Behind the oil tanker was a large truck that was also heavily armed. The truck body was obviously modified, making it longer and taller.

Such convoys are not uncommon on the road, and wanderers generally call such vehicles chariots. The Wanderers call the current era the Doomsday, and the chariot is also called the Doomsday Chariot.

The zombies who were lying in the highway drainage ditch, whether they were lying in ambush or resting, suddenly jumped out. The tattered clothes could hardly cover their bodies, revealing half of their rotten bodies. White maggots squirmed slowly, half of them buried in the carrion, and half of them exposed. , several maggots were thrown away because the zombies' movements were too large.

The zombies opened their mouths, but made no sound. There was only one zombie, but it was calm and unafraid in the face of the huge tank.

boom!

The zombie collided with the shovel in front of the tank and was thrown directly away. The glass on the right side of the tank lowered, revealing a black gun barrel. The gun barrel shook, and the sound of the gunshot was masked by the sound of the tank moving. The zombie that flew more than ten meters had not yet landed, and its head suddenly exploded with unexplainable power. The body flew more than one meter away after the impact.

Snapped!

The zombie landed on the edge of the road, its arms twitching unconsciously a few times and remained motionless.

laugh--

The tires rubbed against the ground, and two plumes of smoke came out. The doomsday convoy stopped. The idiot got out of the car, cursing, and walked to the zombie. He gave the zombie a disgusted look, reluctantly dragged one foot, got behind the car, and passed He got into the oil tanker and threw the body into the truck.

The bucket truck was nearly four meters high, and the seventy or eighty kilogram zombie body was like a toy in the hands of the idiot, and he threw it on it casually.

He rubbed it on his clothes and returned to the car. When he reached the car door, he suddenly stopped and looked like he was listening. After a while, he raised his head and looked to the right.

About half a kilometer ahead of the road,

There is a crossroads, leading to Jiangdong Province on the right, and entering the slave area along the junction of Tianfeng Province and Xiangshui Province on the left.

The assassin heard the sound of fighting from the right side of Xinxin, and with the faint sound of wind, there were quite a few people. The idiot returned to the car. After a while, the convoy restarted. When approaching the intersection, he saw more than a hundred people fighting with a group of zombies. These people were covered in filth. They had not washed their clothes for an unknown period of time, and their faces were stained with oil and stains. Dust accumulated on it, making it impossible to distinguish its true appearance. There were a variety of weapons, including machetes, swords, crossbows, guns, iron rods... Zombies were basically level 2.0 or above. Their numbers were slightly smaller than humans, but they were clearly dominant.

"Help--"

Seeing the sudden appearance of the convoy, this group of people shouted for help, no matter who they were.

"We don't want all the bodies, but we beg you to save them!"

In the apocalypse, no one wants to hunt zombies for no reason unless there is profit. Zombie corpses can be exchanged for money, which is the only motivation for doomsday hunters.

People who specialize in hunting zombies are called hunters. The hunters sell the zombies they kill to the government or other purchasers. These people resell the zombie corpses to the top ten chambers of commerce. It is unknown to whom the top ten chambers of commerce sell the corpses. Anyway, as long as you know the body is valuable, that's all.

This group of people are fighting with zombies, but it can be roughly seen that they are divided into three groups, and they should belong to three gangs. The leader on the left is a bald man. His head is probably greased and shiny. Eye-catching. In the middle is an old man in his fifties. He is not young. He is not as agile as a young man. Among the people, he is the strongest. He can fight three zombies alone. If he hadn't taken a step back, he would be at the front. , this group of people may have been defeated long ago. The leader on the right is a woman. Her face is covered with a black gauze used to filter wind and sand. Her face cannot be seen clearly. She is not in good shape, and her front and back are bulging. She is a person with special abilities of the earth system. From time to time, a thorn rises from the ground. The zombie stabbed him open and disemboweled him.

"It should be an ambush of zombies, but I misestimated the number of zombies and ended up not having time to escape." Shi Hu took a few glances and came to a conclusion.

On a piece of sand near the roadside, there were traces of bomb blasts. There were obviously more zombie corpses. The tanks were parked farther away. It was probably because they were afraid that the escaping zombies would damage the tanks. In the wild, without the tanks, it would be a mess. A terrible thing.

However, the reason is no longer important.

"I'm willing to pay 10 kilograms of rice." Seeing that the team had no intention of taking action, the bald man couldn't help it.

"What about you?" You Mengshou got out of the car and looked at the old man and the woman.

"10 pounds of flour." The old man hesitated and said.

"10 pounds of monster meat." the woman said.

"Okay, we've accepted this deal." You Mengshou smiled slightly, "You idiot, Yi Fengjiu, come out and stretch your muscles." The two people who had been waiting impatiently were like tigers descending from the mountain, and shot out of the car. The distance of ten meters was reached in a blink of an eye. Just when the group was wondering why such a large convoy only sent two people, the next scene shocked everyone.

Uh-huh!

The sword was so bright that no one could see clearly the power of Yi Fengjiu's sword. They could only see bursts of cold light. Yi Fengjiu went deep into the zombie group in an instant, and then the zombies behind slowly fell to the ground. All of them had their necks cut off, because The knife was drawn out too fast. When he fell, his head and body were still stuck together. It wasn't until he hit the ground that his head fell everywhere.

Bang, bang, bang...

Compared to Yi Fengjiu's silence, Erluzi was wild. He smashed a mace here and there, and the zombie's head shattered like a watermelon and fell straight to the ground. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, many people would have thought that what Er Lunzi was killing was a fake zombie, a zombie with a body as hard as iron. They could only make a cut with all their strength, but in front of Er Lunzi, the zombies were like chickens.

A black gun barrel protruded from the chariot, and as tongues of fire spurted out, the zombie's head exploded like it was hit by a car, and it flew one or two meters away and fell to the ground.

There were only three people with sniper rifles, and they were always on target. Because of the fast shooting speed, the zombies died one after another, creating an aura of thousands of troops.

The group was shocked again, and many looked envious. They recognized it immediately. It was a second-generation weapon.

As zombies upgrade, first-generation weapons basically pose no threat to zombies. Large-caliber firearms are somewhat useful. Small-caliber weapons are worse than fire sticks. Bullets will bounce off zombies directly. If you stand close, be careful to hit yourself.

Although second-generation weapons are good, there are very few owners in Xiangshui Province.

The sniper rifle stopped attacking one step ahead of Er Lengzi and Yi Fengjiu. There were only five or six zombies left, and the hunting team could deal with them by themselves. Er Lengzi and Yi Fengjiu wiped their weapons clean before returning to the car.

"Ironhead!"

"farmer!"

"Black Scorpion!"

After the bald man, the old man and the woman dealt with the internal affairs, they came to You Mengshou and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for saving us!"

"It's all a transaction, you don't need to say thank you." You Mengshou turned slightly sideways and did not accept this courtesy. "There are relatively few people in my convoy. Can you send a few people to help me collect the bodies."

Tietou had the most people and immediately ordered his men who could still move to help collect the corpses.

You Mengshou thanked them while chatting with the three of them, and soon got some basic information. The three of them are all members of the zombie hunting team in Xiangshui Province. They are different from the mercenary group. They only hunt zombies and do not accept other jobs. There are many such hunting teams in Xiangshui Province that feed themselves with zombies. There are many large hunting teams with one to two thousand people. They belong to the outermost echelon. With the smallest number of people and the weakest strength, they could only barely make ends meet.

"Since you are also going to Xiangshui Province, why not go with us." Tietou whispered.

"Do you want to go back too?" You Mengshou asked knowingly.

"I want to go back." The farmer looked a little sad. The ambush failed and the casualties were too heavy. They had to go back to repair. Otherwise, too many people would die at one time and there would be no one left next time.

"Where are you from?" Black Scorpion asked softly.

"Tianfeng Province." You Mengshou didn't hide anything.

"Tianfeng Province!" The three of them were all surprised.

"Is there something wrong?" You Mengshou found that the three people's reactions were not normal.

"I heard that in Tianfeng Province, zombies are very popular, monsters are everywhere, and the people there are reduced to food. The dictator only cares about his own safety and has no regard for the lives of ordinary citizens." The farmer said.

"Are you a dictator's people?" Tietou looked at him suspiciously.

"Who did you listen to?" You Mengshou looked at the three of them funny.

"Everyone says so, and the government says so," the farmer said.

"Is the rumor wrong?" Black Scorpion was more thoughtful, and You Mengshou's reaction made her a little suspicious.

"I will not tell you my identity. Whatever you think, I have nothing to do with your hearsay about Tianfeng Province. Now please give me the food, 10 kilograms per person." You Mengshou noted. By now the zombies have all been loaded into the car.

"Of course, you can also regret it, but it's best to think about the consequences." You Mengshou saw some hesitation among the three of them, and his face darkened.

The three of them were startled, and immediately thought of the fighting power of Er Lunzi and Yi Fengjiu, and hurriedly asked people to go to the car to deliver the promised food.

"Can we follow your convoy back?" Black Scorpion couldn't help but said.

"As long as you can keep up, then follow." You Mengshou naturally knew what they meant and didn't care.

"Let's go!"

With the roar of the engine, the team got back on the road.