Is this human language?
The girl remained silent and just held Brother Bing's clothes tightly. Tiaozi thought that the girl might have developed this character because she was used to being treated differently by her mother, which made the soldier in the car feel even more sorry for her.
However, the other survivors who were in the car with these three people did not have any special reaction. They sat in their seats without saying a word. I don't know if they were cold-blooded or agreed with the woman's point of view. These people's actions also made the soldiers in the car I have an even worse impression of them!
Team Zhang and his team did not go to the city, but bypassed the city and went to the suburbs at the other end of the city. The city is now a restricted area. Supplies, food and zombies are kept together, and humans dare not approach easily.
I saw that the car was going further and further, and no high-rise buildings could be seen anymore. The whole road was covered with mountains, forests and farmland.
Han Qingqing lay by the window and raised her eyebrows as she looked at the route taken by the truck in front of her. Could it be that this base has now cleared its own route?
It's really possible.
After a while, they followed Captain Zhang and his car into a yard. The yard was surrounded by high walls. The two cars in front stopped against the corner of the wall.
Team Zhang jumped out of the car in front, and the other survivors also got out of the car and began to look at the yard.
Zhu Binjian followed in his car. Three vehicles plus a military off-road vehicle behind him, and two police cars also parked in the yard.
When everyone got out of the car, Team Zhang asked someone to lock the gate of the courtyard and frowned. They came out with a mission, and it would be difficult to bring them back now. All the soldiers had dark faces.
There are now three groups of people in the yard. The soldiers are all dissatisfied with the more than thirty people who blocked the car. They just had to save people because of the zombies. The group of people who blocked the car also know that these people are dissatisfied, and they are not satisfied with each other either. The attitude is that soldiers must serve the people and save them, but they dare not confront them directly now, for fear that the other party will really let go and not care about their life and death. Now that the goal has been achieved, it is better to go to the base to talk about it in advance.
Han Qingqing's team enjoyed watching the show and had no intention of going to the base. However, their route was the same as the direction to the base. They would inevitably run into each other on the way. It was better to go together because there were many outsiders now and the 10 people were very cautious. Be careful in your words and deeds.
"This road is a route cleaned by the base. There will be refuge and rest stops along the way. Let's take a break and eat here at noon!" Captain Zhang stood up and spoke.
This courtyard looks very new, it should have been built recently. It has a large square space, high walls, and the iron gate looks very strong. One side has a roof, and the other side is open to the air. It is very simple and can be seen at a glance. All, emergency evacuation and rest are still possible.
There were 18 soldiers in the group. Each of them had a pack of compressed biscuits and a bottle of mineral water. They sat in a group on the floor, even Team Zhang. It seemed that this was a unified meal.
Another group of more than thirty people were together, and there should be some people who were close to each other and some who were not. They sat two or three together and ate a variety of foods, but almost all of them couldn't escape biscuits and bread. Sit separately, not all together.
Han Qingqing chose a place far away from them, where the car was parked.
Because it is a newly built concrete floor, the courtyard is quite clean at first glance. The parking area looks dirty because of the vehicles coming in and out. This route is on a dirt road with a lot of dirt, so everyone does not go here. Han Qingqing also wanted to stay away from them.
It's very inconvenient to have outsiders. It's hard to take out tables, chairs and benches, let alone cooked noodles, braised pork and rice. After thinking for a while, everyone also decided to eat inconspicuous biscuits, bread sandwiches.
Biting the sandwiches, the nine people were quite satisfied. Wang Xiujie also held one in his hand, but didn't eat it. "Sister Han, they keep looking at us!" Captain Zhang looked at them from time to time, and some people from the survivors also looked at them secretly. Look at them.
"Look, can we lose a piece of meat? Look at the ten of us, all wearing hats, clean clothes, and calm and relaxed. Look at the other people. Not to mention the clothes are torn, at least they are dirty, the eyes are confused, and the corners of the mouth are dry. Our clothes are all peeling, and even the soldiers' clothes are neat rather than clean, so do you still think other people look at us strangely?" Wang Xue said neither salty nor lightly, and that's what they themselves think Squatting in a corner means being low-key. It's been more than ten days since the end of the world. If you can keep your body clean and tidy without water or electricity, you must at least have the strength. How can you care about cleanliness without food or drink?
What should I do? I think what she said makes sense.
Captain Zhang over there had only thought that the people getting out of the car looked clean, and the young man driving the car was also very good at looking at things. He was all covered in tendon meat, which looked like workable material at first glance, and the guy next to him was... The young men who are shorter than him are also very strong. Now that the army is short of manpower, these people can be recruited. "Chengfeng, what do you think of the man in the car?"
The man named Chengfeng was the young soldier driving the car. He was very straight-looking. He glanced over there and saw that the sandwiches eaten by these 10 people seemed to be delicious. "Captain Zhang, if you lick your face and ask for it, they should be able to Let me share a sandwich with you!"
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat!" Team Zhang angrily gave him a big competition and asked him to see if these people could be recruited into the team. This man only focused on what others were eating and how hungry he was. Is it his turn?
"Hahahaha, Fengzi just doesn't know what Captain Zhang is thinking, that's why he gets beaten every day." The other tall and thin man watched Chengfeng being beaten, took a sip of water with a smile, then lowered his head and whispered to Chengfeng, "Fengzi, Do you know why Captain Zhang always beats you?"
Chengfeng bit the compressed biscuit in his hand while still peeking at Han Qingqing and the others eating their sandwiches, "Why?"
"You can still ask the leader to ask for it in person? You can't just come back and secretly stuff it to him as soon as the leader opens his mouth. The leader doesn't have face, so you say who will get beaten if you don't get beaten!"
"Is that so?" Chengfeng glanced at the note and said, "You are full of evil, I don't believe you!"
"Hehe, if you don't know good people's hearts, you won't believe them." Tiaozi laughed cheerfully, not bothered by Chengfeng saying that he was full of bad ideas.
"Tiaozi, stop teasing him. Look, that mother and son are bullying that little girl again!" Wu Hongjun turned around and saw half a bag of biscuits in the little girl's hand being snatched away by a middle-aged woman and handed to her. The son, who was in his twenties, was standing there with his head lowered. When he saw them looking over and looking at them with red eyes, he felt a little pitiful for some reason and wanted to help her.
"Damn, this mother and son are so weird. There's no such thing as patriarchal preference. This little girl was picked up, right?" The note immediately became angry. He gave up his seat to the little girl in the car but was beaten by this 20-year-old girl. It's already irritating to have a man occupying it.
