Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 172, I have a portrait

The battle lasted about half an hour.

The building gradually became quiet, and all the skeletons were on standby, filling the courtyard.

Wu Heng took Li Yahong and several skeletons, got out of the car and walked over.

First, get the incense burner from the corner on one side.

Then he walked directly into the courtyard.

The body had been chopped into pieces, and the appearance of death was quite miserable.

It's basically impossible to tell which one is the long-haired leader and which one is the ordinary younger brother.

The flesh and blood are blurred, and the human shape can barely be seen.

Wu Heng lowered his head and glanced at the corpse.

He took the people directly into the building at the back.

The entire building was filled with all kinds of random daily necessities, and it looked like a messy warehouse.

But there are also a lot of supplies collected.

Grain, oil, rice and noodles, as well as plenty of mineral water and snacks.

It seems that most of the loot in the village has been looted by these people.

No wonder they all look so good.

There is also the intention to rob everywhere.

"Let people search this place and put everything that can be taken away on the truck. Let's rest here for the night and wait until dawn tomorrow morning before leaving." Wu Heng said after walking around.

These grains are also a big harvest and can sustain the base for a long time.

Li Yahong nodded and immediately went down to tell people to start moving the materials here.

Qiangzi and others got out of the car and started moving things.

Li Yahong came back and said, "They said you can just live in the car. They don't want to live in a building because it's not as clean as the car."

"Okay, let's live in the car first!"

"Ok!"

Everyone started to get busy.

After searching this place cleanly, I checked the status of the vehicle again in the dark.

Everyone went back to their cars to rest.

……

It was dawn the next day.

The convoy drove out of the village and arrived at the market outside the village.

Start searching for supplies at the shops on both sides.

Li Yahong, Qiangzi and others began to raid knitting shops and small supermarkets. Housing prices around the village were cheap.

The store's floor space is also quite large.

Part of it is a shop in the front, with a small warehouse directly behind it.

The supplies were no less than when searching the city area, and they were all carried into the car.

Wu Heng, with several skeletons, entered a rural credit cooperative.

There was blood everywhere, stained with advertisements for some financial products.

I roughly looked for the location of the warehouse.

He took out the bronze key and opened the door directly and walked in.

The reserve safe was opened, and inside were paper receipts, cash and some paper items similar to commemorative coins.

Don't know what it is used for.

I found two 10-gram gold bars.

He put away the gold bars and continued searching in the office upstairs.

In two of the rooms, I found some tea, wine, and cigarettes, and carried them downstairs with them.

Saw Wu Heng coming out.

Li Yahong explained a few words, walked over and said, "There are several warehouses, and they may not be completed until noon."

Wu Heng handed her the cigarettes and wine and said: "Move as much as possible, if not, we have to make another trip."

Even if the things can be moved away, the corpses all over the ground still need to be transported back.

These are all their own sources of troops.

Supplies are needed to maintain the lives of survivors, but soldiers are the foundation for oneself.

"Okay!" Li Yahong agreed.

The two stood together and continued chatting about other things.

……

On the other side, the gathering place in the village.

Ta Ta Ta Ta~!

One person hurried back and entered the base.

He headed to a room without stopping.

He opened the door directly and said breathlessly: "Yang Zhi..., Yang Zhilong and the others..."

Yang Zhilong is the leader of the northern shelter.

People from both parties often fight over supplies, and it is even more common for people to lose their lives.

But it was obvious that there were more men on the other side, so this side was always at a disadvantage.

I heard Yang Zhilong.

The people in the room stood up in unison, holding weapons in their hands and looking serious.

"Are they coming?" one person asked.

"No, no, their gathering place is gone."

"No more?" Everyone frowned, understanding what he meant.

"Yes, it's gone. The door is open, and half of the wall of the house inside has been demolished. Everything is gone, and the people are gone." The person who reported the news tried hard to explain.

The faces of the few people listening showed confusion.

The shelter was gone in one night?

How can it be?

"Group of corpses?" Someone thought for a moment and said.

The messenger shook his head, "No way, I didn't get close either. I looked at the open door from a distance."

"Stop guessing, let's go and see together."

Several people picked up their weapons and greeted the others in the yard.

After going out, he quickly rushed towards the gathering place in the north.

When I arrived, I was even more surprised.

Sure enough, the whole area was deserted.

The originally well-defended wall was now deserted, and there were still dark traces of the fire.

The door is open, and the solid iron plate is dented with holes.

It was like being shot through by a cannonball.

Everyone's eyes widened, and what they saw was more impactful than what they heard.

Sure enough, it didn't look like he was being attacked by a swarm of corpses.

"Go inside and take a look."

Several people entered the building with anxiety and began to examine it carefully.

It was deserted inside, and part of the building had collapsed.

"The supplies are all gone, there's nothing left."

"Taking away supplies must not have been done by zombies or deformed zombies."

Several people discussed in low voices.

At the same time, I was thinking about what happened yesterday that would cause such a disaster to the gathering place in the north.

"Could it be the group of people who picked up Aunt Yang?"

The others also thought of this, and their eyes widened a bit.

"It would have been a better choice for us to leave with them at that time."

"Don't think about it, just look here to see if there are any useful items left."

"it is good."

Several people dispersed and began to search the room.

It may not be food supplies.

The motorcycles in the yard and some of the weapons left behind can also be reused.

……

It's approaching dusk.

The convoy, loaded with various supplies, returned to the prison.

Everyone happily went out to greet them, and then began to take the initiative to move the supplies on the truck.

Wu Heng returned to the office building where he lived.

He gave the six newly obtained first-level corpse cores to several alchemy skeletons.