In today's society, if you mention "love is stronger than gold" to others, most people will probably roll their eyes at you and secretly call you a ****.
This is a normal thing. Now if you hope to make true friends in society, the probability is definitely not higher than winning the lottery.
Otherwise, there would be no such innocent moans as "I will have a close friend in this life, and I will die without regrets."
This shows that true brothers are indeed hard to find!
But the real world is so difficult, and the end of the world is even more conceivable.
But things are valuable because they are rare. It is precisely because they are expensive that they show value.
The reason why the survivor team is able to be in danger many times, to escape from trouble many times, and to fight back and escape when faced with enemies several times more powerful than themselves.
Just because they are united, they trust each other, and they can fight for each other!
They come from all over the world and live in different families, but when they are in a team, they become family.
How would you react if your family was in trouble?
So this is the foundation of the strength of the survivor team.
Everyone understands what Lao Zhao said, but now everyone is thinking about more than just how to survive.
Shen Lian's death is their lingering pain!
Perhaps the feelings of the members of the backward team are not so obvious.
But for players such as Wei Dazhuang, Wenquan Xin, and Wang Qiang who were in the team in the early days, they have experienced too many similar scenes.
Former partners, family, and friends passed away in front of them for one reason or another.
Some were killed by zombies, and some were persecuted by humans.
At that time, they were weak and unable to fully protect them, let alone avenge them.
But now, the team continues to expand, and they thought they could live a peaceful life in this small village with their strong team.
But God is so cruel, and a conflict of interests once again caused their family to be destroyed.
How can Wei Dazhuang and the others endure such a result?
Do we really have to go on being useless again and again, watching our brothers die in vain because of other people's greed?
No matter how high-sounding Lao Xu's explanation was, Wei Dazhuang and others could never swallow this tone.
They want revenge, they want to fight back, they want to make those ruthless gangsters pay the blood price for their actions, they want to insert the steel knife in their hands close to the head of the mastermind hiding behind the scenes!
Lao Zhao also saw that everyone did not respond much to his words, so he wisely did not continue.
The dinner finally ended in this somewhat depressing atmosphere.
Lao Xu still ordered everyone to rest early.
Now for the team members, it is a skill they must learn to be able to sleep peacefully at night in the cold winter jungle until dawn.
No one has ever thought that one day, the most basic human sleep function will have to be learned from scratch.
In order to ensure that the team members can sleep relatively soundly at night, Lao Xu specially added dry grass to each cave during the day and readjusted the windproof fence structure.
Although the cave is not yet comparable to a normal house, at least it is surrounded on all sides and has the prototype of a home.
After everyone took a rest, Lao Xu went to the infirmary to confirm Wu Chao's condition.
Not bad, under the careful care of Luo Zhicai and Wei Yang, the young man's high fever has gone away, and his pale face finally has some color.
When Lao Xu saw this, he immediately felt relieved. For the past two days, he had only been worried about Wu Chao's injury.
After all, having a high fever in these barren mountains is no joke, especially when your own team is short of supplies.
He's fine now. As long as Wu Chao's fever subsides and is maintained, he should be able to recover in a few days.
God was wise and allowed the bullet to penetrate the young man's shoulder, otherwise the chance of infection from the injury would be greatly increased.
But here, Lao Xu knew that wound infection was basically a death sentence.
Walking out of the infirmary, Lao Xu felt a rare sense of joy, but it was quickly dispelled by the howling north wind.
The cold wind blew against him, making Lao Xu feel a biting chill.
But compared to the coldness of the body, the coldness in the heart is even more uncomfortable.
It was okay during the day, because there were things that needed to be handled and directed, but now, in the dead of night, the face that was engraved in my bones could not help but come to mind.
Some pain is difficult to express, and some sadness is difficult to forget.
Shen Lian's death was like a mountain to Lao Xu, a mountain that was too heavy to move.
He casually took out the cigarette pack that Lao Zhao handed in to him yesterday. Lao Xu stared at it for a few seconds, and finally took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.
At this time, there were scattered footsteps behind him. Hearing this, Lao Xu suddenly drew the tiger's teeth with his backhand, and quickly turned around: "Who?"
"Me, me! Haha, relax, Old Xu!"
After seeing the face of the person clearly, Old Xu slowly put down the knife: "Old Zhao! Why is something wrong?"
"Hey, it's okay!" Patted Lao Xu on the shoulder: "I'm leaving you here even if I live, come here and ask for a cigarette."
With slightly joking words, Lao Zhao intended to make Lao Xu happy.
"Hey, take it yourself." Lao Xu remained expressionless and patted the cigarette pack into Lao Zhao's hand.
Lao Zhao took out one and lit it for himself.
He took a breath, looked at the guilty and solemn look on Old Zhao's face, and sighed: "Old Xu! Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you have any worries, just tell me. It will make you feel better. You You know, if a string is too tight, that's going to cause problems."
Lao Xu nodded and said nothing, just sucking on the cigarette butt in his hand.
Lao Zhao still wanted to persuade him, but thinking about Lao Xu's energy, he knew that most of what he said would be useless.
With Lao Xu's experience, there are probably not many people in the world who can reason with him.
So, Lao Zhao continued to smoke the whole cigarette with the other party just like yesterday.
Sometimes a brother is like this. When he is sad, you don't need to do or say too much. You just need to stand behind him and accompany him, and that's enough.
That’s all, Old Zhao handed the cigarette pack back to Old Xu: “Take it easy, man, you won’t smoke this thing for a long time!”
After saying that, Lao Zhao didn't waste any time and walked towards his sentry post.
In the next week, everyone in the survivor team was basically working hard to garrison the camp.
They have been doing the same thing since the first light of day.
Cut down the tree, move it, build a fence, and then tie it up with thin tree strips.
With the concerted efforts of all team members, the station has undergone earth-shaking changes almost every day.
On the eighth day up the mountain, the fence finally formed a completed circle.
With this, the safety of the camp has been initially settled.
Although everyone knows that pointing at this thing is impossible to ensure that the station is intact.
But it is basically impossible for a small group of zombies to break into the camp.
Coupled with the internal cord alarm bell, Lao Xu believed that with this double protection, there should be no big obstacles to living here.
The most pressing issue now is material supply. (To be continued.)
