Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

Zhou Tie and others keenly noticed that there was something different about Qi Siyong.

A person is still the same person, there is nothing wrong with this.It's just that there are two points less inferiority complex in every gesture, three points more joyful and four points extravagance.

If it had to be described in words, it would probably be like a poor little fellow living under the fence who suddenly felt confident.

But they don't understand where Qi Siyong's confidence comes from, because he has awakened a wood-type ability that has no combat power at all?

This is the end of the world——

If he is really capable, even if he runs to the capital by himself, why bother Mr. He to send them to pick him up.

Meng Zezhi clutched his abdomen, his face was pale, and he said weakly, "Brother Zhou, find a place to rest for the night first, I can't bear it."

It is now the third month of the end of the world. Although human survival bases, large and small, have begun to take shape, if you want to free up your hands to clean up this chaotic world, you have to take your time.

So at the moment the road is still a mess, with ruins and potholes.The car is naturally bumpy when driving on such a road.

After being pampered and pampered for decades, Meng Zezhi really couldn't bear it for a while.

Zhou Tie glanced at the sun that had not yet set outside the car window, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Okay, Master Qi."

Hearing this, Zhang Shaolin on the side snorted heavily, full of sarcasm.

Then Zhou Tie gave Zhou Tie a warning look.

Zhang Shaolin curled his lips and remained silent, but the energy in his heart was still there.

He just can't understand this kind of person who has no ability but is very capable, and he has no discernment.

After walking around like this, I still don't know when I will be able to return to the capital base.You must know that while the supernatural beings are becoming stronger, the zombies are also evolving. I heard that there has been a wave of zombies in Geng Province, and several small survivor bases have been wiped out by waves of waves of zombies.

That is to say, the extra day they spend outside, the more dangerous they will be.

Under such circumstances, it is strange that Zhang Shaolin can give Meng Zezhi a good look.

Meng Zezhi didn't care about this.

He knew in his heart that if it was a matter of life and death, he would have plenty of ways to make them escape unscathed.

Zhou Tie turned over the map in his hand, gestured with his fingers for a while, and finally stopped somewhere on the map, he said: "There is a village about ten miles ahead, let's settle there tonight .”

"Okay." Meng Zezhi managed to pull himself together.

When they arrived at the place, Zhou Tie took people to check every corner of the village, and came to tell Meng Zezhi to get off after confirming that there were no zombies.

After arranging the accommodation, Meng Zezhi took out a bag of seeds from his backpack with ease, produced a small handful of green vegetables and two white radishes, and handed them to Zhang Shaolin.

Zhang Shaolin's complexion suddenly improved a bit, in fact, Qi Siyong is still somewhat useful.

Since the outbreak of the last days, the food in the fields has been exhausted, and the water sources in various places have also been polluted to varying degrees.So the only ones who can grow food at this moment, except for the scientific researchers in the base, are wood-type supernatural beings.

But even if the vegetables were grown, it was not their turn to be enjoyed by mercenaries like them, and they had already been divided by the base leaders and the army.

After all, these people haven't eaten fresh vegetables for two months.

When I didn't lack anything before, I kept thinking that vegetables were unpalatable.Now that I have nothing to eat, I'm thinking hard again.

Thanks to Qi Siyong, his hunger has been relieved these few days.

Vegetable soup and canned beef stewed with white radish for dinner. The staple food is pancakes.

It's not long since the end of the world, and the existing living materials have not been exhausted, and those who are capable will naturally have no worries about food and clothing.

After eating a bowl of hot soup, Meng Zezhi instantly felt alive again.

After dinner, as soon as he put down the bowls and chopsticks, he heard a cold drink from outside the door: "Who is it?"

"Don't, bro, I'm a human, not a zombie, I won't move, so take it easy, don't get caught off guard..."

Meng Zezhi and the three bodyguards looked at each other, got up and walked out.

All I saw was a middle-aged man standing outside the gate of the courtyard. The man raised his hands high, with a smile on his face, but actually looked around vigilantly.

Zhou Tie asked, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man said flatteringly: "I am a villager in this village. Look, here is my household registration book and ID card."

Zhou Tie glanced at the things in his hand, and his alertness remained undiminished: "You are the only one left in this village?"

The middle-aged man quickly explained: "And my family members are all hidden. I am a gold-type supernatural being. Everyone else in the village has turned into zombies and I killed them all."

Having said that, his voice became a little choked up.

"Then what is your purpose in coming to us?" Zhou Tie asked.

"I heard that a survivor base has been built outside, so I was wondering if I could ask you to give our family a ride." As he spoke, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on a row of off-road vehicles parked outside the courtyard.

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Meng Zezhi who was approaching surrounded by bodyguards, and replied, "I want to too, but I don't know how to drive, and there are many people in my family."

Speaking of this, he immediately sped up his speech: "I don't ask you for help in vain. I have food, a lot of food, and crystal nuclei."

Hearing this, Zhou Tie couldn't help being moved, but when he thought of the mission of this trip again, he couldn't help frowning, it's better to be careful in everything.

After all, no matter how much a middle-aged man pays, it is impossible to go past the He family.No matter what, Qi Siyong can't make any mistakes.

He was about to refuse immediately, but was stopped by Meng Zezhi: "Wait—"

Meng Zezhi sized up the middle-aged man carefully. Judging from his appearance, he was honest and honest.

He doesn't lack anything now, but he lacks a few useful men.

Don't look at the dozen or so supernatural beings around Meng Zezhi at the moment, but except for the three bodyguards arranged for him by Mr. He, who temporarily obeyed his orders, the rest of them are all self-contained, rich and capable. A mercenary who makes ghosts work.

It's time to build your own power.

Even if he understands that it is wise for the mercenary in the plot to choose to join Qi Liang and Fu Boyu in the end, but after receiving the reward, he dislikes his employer in every possible way. With Zhang Shaolin and others around, it doesn't matter right or wrong, he can't afford to recruit their minds.

Meng Zezhi thought about it, and asked, "How many people are there in your family?"

The middle-aged man replied immediately: "Ten, my mother, my wife, and eight children." Not all of them were his children, and a few were orphans in the village.

"Are they all ordinary people?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man replied cleanly.

"Which base do you want to go to?"

The middle-aged man almost blurted out: "Chongzhou Base."

Meng Zezhi frowned slightly: "You know quite a lot!"

The middle-aged man replied truthfully: "Because our village is close to the national highway, many survivor teams passing by here will choose to settle in our village. I have also asked many survivor teams for help, but the results are not very good..."

Either he despises his family members as a burden and persuades him to abandon them, or he wants to kill and steal, but his mother sees through.

——His mother is a witch, who knows how to make faces,

Seeing Meng Zezhi asked so many questions, how could Zhou Tie not understand what he meant, he frowned slightly: "Master Qi?"

Meng Zezhi raised his hand to interrupt him, and continued to ask the middle-aged man, "How much are you willing to pay?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he said quickly: "I am willing to give five hundred catties of grain, one hundred first-level crystal nuclei, and three second-level crystal nuclei."

The food was looted from the villagers' homes, and the crystal nucleus was obtained by killing zombies himself.

Only then did Meng Zezhi look at Zhou Tie: "Brother Zhou, we are going to pass by the Chongzhou Base anyway, what do you think?"

Zhou Tie was still a little hesitant. A person who can single-handedly save so much property in the last days would not be a good thing after thinking about it.

But Zhao Shaolin couldn't wait to urge him: "Brother, why hesitate, isn't it just a matter of passing by?"

Such a good thing can't be found even with a lantern, but it is three secondary crystal nuclei.

Let him pay a deposit first, in case something really happens, just leave him behind, no matter how you think about it, they won't suffer.

It's all said for this sake, Zhou Tie thought about it, and agreed.

The middle-aged man beamed with joy, thinking, judging by the appearance of these people, they don't seem to be the kind of people who would engage in murder and robbery.

But just in case, he invited his mother out.

As a result, when his mother saw Meng Zezhi, her eyes flickered and she stared straight.

The middle-aged man saw that his mother's expression was wrong, and when he was confused, he pulled his mother up and was about to flee into the mountains, and then he was slapped on his face by his mother.

The old woman with open eyes looked at the golden dragon hovering over Meng Zezhi's body that had already turned into a substance, and was so nervous that she couldn't speak: "..."

Meng Zezhi said lightly: "Actually, I prefer others to call me Uncle."

Uncle, with such a strong dragon spirit, shouldn't he be the emperor?

The old woman froze for a moment, and followed Meng Zezhi's words to think, uncle?What uncle?

Meng Zezhi raised his foot and tapped the ground.

land?Tu, Tubo, the land god?

"Uncle, Uncle." The old woman suddenly felt her throat dry up, as if remembering something, she slapped the middle-aged man on the face again: "What are you still doing, hurry up and get your wife and children out of the cave Take it out."

After passing this village, there is no such shop.

"Oh, okay." The middle-aged man was stunned by his mother.

Zhou Tie and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what they were trying to sell.

In this way, the middle-aged man, Huang Wu, brought his family and joined Meng Zezhi's team. Under the old woman's persuasion, Huang Wu obeyed Meng Zezhi's words.

In the next few days, Meng Zezhi successively recruited many people.

When they arrived in Wei County, their team had expanded to 70 people, eight of whom were supernatural beings.

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Meng Zezhi: Water spinach seeds, yes, tomato seeds, yes... Hey, why are there no cucumber seeds?