The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

"Okay, it's good to do what you are confident in. We can also show our strengths."

Zhang Su agreed with Yu Wen's opinion. Looking at the few remaining vehicles behind him, he raised his hand and said, "Let's get in the car and go home!"

The fire-breathing zombie's car was driven by Zheng Xinyu, leading the way at the front of the convoy, with a light tank at the back.

There were more than a hundred vehicles, some seven or eight meters long and some four or five meters short. A maximum of three vehicles could be parked side by side. Some vehicles were wider or the drivers were less skilled, so there were only two. The distance between the front and rear vehicles was at least three or four meters. The entire convoy was five or six hundred meters from beginning to end. If you look down from the air, it is quite spectacular.

The most impressive one among them was a small sidecar that sometimes moved in front and sometimes in the back. Even Zhao Dezhu couldn't stand the cold and sat on the car. Only Lu Yubo was left riding the small sidecar leisurely, which could be regarded as fulfilling his motorcycle dream to some extent.

Due to the varying levels of driver skills and the heavy loads on the vehicles, the overall speed of the convoy was not fast, roughly controlled at 30 kilometers per hour, and it moved forward unsteadily.

Zhang Su was sitting in the tank. He couldn't say that he was familiar with driving, but he had no pressure in normal driving. He said that he was supporting the convoy, but in fact he just wanted to be lazy. With the tiny field of vision of the tank, he could not see anything except the few cars in front...

Whistling and smoking, I feel so happy and take a rare moment to relax.

Tank is in an almost closed state, and doesn't worry about his emotions affecting others. He thinks whatever he wants and is extremely carefree.

I sorted out in my mind what had happened in the past day. When I was on Tianma Island, day after day passed by without me noticing it. I have been in the city for only more than a day, but I have encountered more things than in a month on Tianma Island!

The solution to the problem may not be perfect, but at least it is satisfactory. I have also made many new friends, which will also be helpful for future development. Thinking of the thriving camp, Zhang Su couldn't help but feel emotional.

I took out the thermos from my bag and took a sip of the hot tea I brewed in the barracks, which made me feel relaxed.

Just as he was enjoying himself, Zhang Su suddenly saw the sunroof of the car in front slowly open. Before he had time to wonder what was going on with the sunroof in such a cold day, he saw Pang Dakun sticking his head out and looking back, then waved at the tank's observation port and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Uncle, behind you, there's a car catching up with us!"

"what?"

Zhang Su was startled. The tank was making so much noise that his super hearing was basically ineffective. He stepped on the brakes and the tracks made a metallic squeezing sound.

The Type 15 light tank was equipped with a commander's periscope, but he was now sitting in the driver's seat and had no time to observe the situation around the tank. Since Pang Dakun had already confirmed the situation, he did not need to doubt anything and gave the order immediately.

"Xinyu, stop the car!"

Before departure, it was explained that the main force's marching speed should be consistent with that of the dilapidated containers. Once the containers stopped, the convoy should also stop.

The convoy was very long, and Zheng Xinyu, who was walking in the front, could not see what was happening behind them. However, she could hear the conversation between Pang Dakun and Zhang Su, and when she learned that a car was catching up, she was ready to stop.

At a speed of 20 to 30 hours, as long as you are not distracted, you can stop the car with a single brake. More than a hundred cars are parked neatly on the road. Many people noticed that there were cars catching up with them from behind, so they stuck their heads out to look back without fear of the cold, intending to watch the fun.

There was a car and two vans, one large and one small, all of which were shabby and old. The worst was the seven-seater van, which had no doors on one side. The people inside were blown by the cold wind, which must have made them feel refreshed...

The three cars did not rush to catch up with the convoy. Instead, after seeing the convoy stop, they stopped forty or fifty meters away, as if they were worried about something.

Bang!

"Lao Yang, you take the brothers to guard the surroundings. Xinyu, you and Zhang Ya take the people to stand guard in the front!"

While giving orders, Zhang Su pushed open the hatch and half of his body got out. Members of the Yama Corps came to the tank one after another, all of them armed with guns and live ammunition. Many other fighters were also walking to the end of the convoy with weapons in hand. This was a good opportunity to show off and must not be missed!

"What the hell do you mean? Are you planning to rob us?"

Zhao Dezhu pointed at the three cars parked in the distance with a strange expression.

"Ho ho ho..."

"I guess they don't dare, haha."

"Unless you are crazy."

Some people around him heard Zhao Dezhu's joke and agreed with it. Not everyone thought it was so cold, especially those who had a strong imagination. When they thought about the people in three cars robbing a team of more than 500 people, the scene was so funny.

Zhang Su frowned. His energy was not enough to hear the conversation inside the car forty or fifty meters away, and he did not intend to activate the backup energy tank, but he could see the first row of the car clearly.

From visual observation, the group of people who came looked very disheveled, like the Shanzi Battalion that had suffered a defeat. Their clothes were tattered, their hair was messy, and cracks on their faces from the cold and dryness were faintly visible.

There were eight people in the front row of the three cars. It was conceivable that the back row must be even more crowded. There were two women among the eight people, and the rest were all men. There was no conversation, and everyone was staring at him...

"Mad, what's going on?"

Zhang Su was confused by the other party's dazed state.

Due to the huge increase in zombies, the former Four Tigers of North City had to make a strategic shift. It is conceivable that many survival camps will suffer a devastating disaster, and they are mentally prepared for the survivors to catch up with them, but what is this stupid silence doing?

"Come on, megaphone."

Zhang Su waved behind him.

"Catch that, big brother!"

Zhao Dezhu took the portable speaker from Yu Wen and threw it lightly.

"Hello..."

popping.

Zhang Su tried the microphone, then waved to the three cars: "Friends over there, where are you from? What do you want to do?"

After the sentence was shouted, there was no reaction from the other side. People just looked at each other with plain expressions on their faces.

The members of the Yama Legion were all holding rifles in their hands. Seeing that the other side was in a strange state, they directly took off the safety and looked ready to fight at any time.

Qi Xiaoshuai tilted his head and whispered to Pang Dakun: "If the car suddenly starts, you can hit the small van on the left."

"OK, no problem."

Pang Dakun nodded heavily, his face full of caution.

After hearing what the two were saying, Zhao Dezhu walked over to Lu Yubo and discussed how to defend.

Ordinary members will have a full sense of security because more than 500 people are acting together, but as elite fighters, everyone in the Yama Legion knows very well that they must not take it lightly at any time!

"If there's nothing else, go ahead and I won't make things difficult for you!"

Zhang Su waved towards the car again. The first time he waved left and right to express his greeting, and the second time he waved forward and backward, meaning, let's go.

They still stared at each other without any conversation, but the expressions on their faces became more complicated.

Is this a car full of dumb people?

Zhang Su couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Brother Su, these guys are very strange. How about we control them first?"

Lu Yubo could no longer hold back. He was more cautious when dealing with his own kind than with zombies, and always adhered to the principle of rather killing someone by mistake than letting them go.

"The less trouble, the better……"

Zhang Su responded in a low voice. At this critical juncture, he didn't want to cause any trouble. He just wanted to quickly cross the Chuhai River and return to Tianma Island!

He put the microphone under his mouth again: "This is the final warning. If you don't leave, we will take force!"

As soon as the words "force measures" were spoken, a row of guns were raised, including standard rifles, submachine guns, pistols, and even homemade crossbows and homemade muskets. The crossbows were still acceptable, as they could guarantee the power with a range of 40 to 50 meters, but the muskets were a bit too much...

The funniest person among them was Zheng Ziwen, the nephew of blacksmith Ding Yongguo. No one knew what he was thinking, probably to show his bravery, he held a dagger and mixed in the crowd with a serious expression on his face.

"Could it be an ordinary survivor like us..."

"Who is the special survivor? What's the point of wasting time?"

"That's what I mean. If you want to find someone to back you up, get off the bus or turn around and leave. How can that be considered cool?"

The crowd was talking about it and was very unhappy with the behavior of the three cars.

The sky was dark. On one side was a large group of more than 500 people, and on the other side were three vehicles with at most 20 to 30 people. Looking down from the sky, it felt like 300 warriors facing the Persian army...

Gollum.

Just when Zhang Su was about to lose his patience, the seven-seater van suddenly shook, and then shook again. Then, the doors of the other two cars opened, and people stretched out their arms through the doors. One by one, the passengers got out of the car in a gesture of surrender and stood in a row in front of the car very consciously.

Now it was Zhang Su's turn and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

What an interesting group of people. Either they don’t speak, or they surrender directly, and then they still don’t speak. Is there any rule in the camp? Will speaking anger the gods?

"One, two, three... Damn it, three cars packed with twenty-eight people, that's quite a feat."

Zhao Dezhu counted with the tip of his gun, a strange expression on his face.

The three vehicles have a maximum capacity of seventeen people. These people have some supplies, and then three or four more people can be squeezed into each vehicle.

When everyone got off the bus and stood in line, a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader stepped forward with his hands raised and said in a hoarse voice: "Hello friends in front, we are the survivors who escaped from Niuyazi, my name is..."

"what!"

Suddenly, someone next to the tank exclaimed.

Many people were startled by the sudden shout. They turned their heads to look and saw a strange expression on the face. The person who made the sound had a friendly face and a round figure, but was very prestigious. It was the sharpshooter, Fat Sister Tan Huajun.

"Old Tan, what are you doing?"

Zhao Dezhu wiped his chest. Next to him was Tan Huajun, who was staring at the other party intently. He heard a loud roar in his ear, which made his heart beat wildly. He thought a war had started.

Tan Huajun did not respond to Zhao Dezhu. She put down the gun in her hand and looked across with a frown.

Because of her shout, the person on the other end, who had just started to speak, was interrupted again. He stood there feeling awkward, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Su knew Tan Huajun. She had always been emotionally stable. Even when he met her at the gas station, she was calm and collected. She was able to deal with two zombies alone in the early stages of the zombie outbreak. Could she be an ordinary woman?

It is not difficult to understand why she lost her composure like this. There must be someone she knows among the visitors!

Tan Huajun could see clearly at a distance of 40 to 50 meters, so there was no reason why Zhang Su couldn't see clearly, but he really didn't see any familiar faces, so he asked, "Old Tan, what do you mean?"

"Brother Su..."

The flesh on Tan Huajun's face trembled, and he looked at Zhang Su with a strange expression, put down his gun, and pointed his finger at the opposite side: "Wang, Brother Wang, that's Brother Wang!"

"Brother Wang?"

Everyone at the scene looked confused.

"Hey, who is the one that's short of weight? Fatty is talking about that?"

Wu Baokang asked the fruit man, he knew that the fruit man Zhang Xin had known Yan Luowang for a long time and should know some information.

Liu Yao and the others also looked at Zhang Xin, but he just shook his head in confusion, then angrily asked, "Why am I short of weight?"

No one paid attention to him...

Li Zongkai looked at Yu Wen with an inquiring look, and found that Yu Wen also had a puzzled look on his face and was looking at Lu Yubo.

Everyone in the Yama Army knows that Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan were the first to escape from the community with Zhang Su, followed by Tan Huajun and Lu Yubo who joined the team one after another, and then Yu Wen, Yu Qing and Zhao Dezhu, all of whom were veteran figures.

If Tan Huajun knew and Yu Wen didn't, then it would depend on Lu Yubo. Sure enough, when Lu Yubo heard Tan Huajun mention Brother Wang, his expression was obviously stunned.

"Brother Wang, Lao Wang?"

Zhang Su frowned and looked at the twenty-odd people opposite him again. There were five female members and the remaining twenty-three men. Because of their bulky clothes and the fact that they had not seen each other for several months, it was not easy to identify them based on their body shapes. However, he really did not recognize the milkman Wang Guangjun...

"Left, the sixth person from the left..."

Tan Huajun's voice was a little low, with a hint of sadness evident between his brows and a drooping corner of his mouth.

"Huh? This..."

Zhang Su looked at what Tan Huajun said and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

The sixth person from the left is a skinny old man. No one knows what happened to him. Half of his face was severely burned and unrecognizable. He looked very scary. No wonder he didn't recognize him. But after Tan Huajun reminded him, he discovered something!

That was the messenger bag of the scalded man. He remembered that dirty messenger bag. At that time, the milkman Wang Guangjun took out some yogurt from that bag, and then exchanged instant noodles and cigarettes with him and fled from the community. All the way, he was carrying that messenger bag.

The shoulder bag matched, but because half of his face was destroyed and the skin on the other half was pulled, it was really hard to tell what Wang Guangjun used to look like.

"Hey, is there anyone named Wang among you?"

It doesn’t matter if you can’t recognize me, Zhang Su asked directly.

The crowd in the distance was silent for about three or four seconds, and the twenty or so people standing in a row all turned their eyes to the position of Zuo Liu.

When Zhang Su saw the reactions of the other group of people, he immediately understood the truth without asking any more questions!

After Tan Huajun's identification and the other party's confirmation, he let out a long breath, picked up the microphone and said loudly: "Old Wang, I haven't seen you for a few months. Can't you recognize my voice?"

There was a commotion among the crowd on the opposite side, and the seventh young man from the left was seen leaning over to the ear of the sixth from the left and saying something in a loud voice.

Others on Zhang Su's side couldn't hear it, but he could vaguely hear the man saying: Dad, the boss on the opposite side seems to know you!

"Fuck, is it that miserable?"

Zhang Su frowned and muttered. He slowly merged Wang Guangjun's figure with the person opposite him. Through observation, he could see that his eyesight was declining, and his remaining left eye was in a blurry state. Now he needed others to shout in his ear before he could hear, so there must be a problem with his hearing...

Deaf and blind, what will this lobster do in the end times?