After Qi Yang put the equipment in Lu Yan's car, he saluted him, nodded, and then looked at Niba hesitantly.
"Woof——"
Niba yelled, skillfully picked up his clothes and ran forward.
Lu Yan sat back in the car. About seven or eight minutes later, the convoy in front began to move forward slowly.
The further inside, the colder the surrounding air becomes.
However, less than fifteen minutes after walking, the team stopped again.
At this time, the already uneasy survivors completely exploded, whispering to each other, and the atmosphere of panic spread in the convoy.
Some impulsive people opened the car door and jumped out. As soon as they jumped out of the car door, their faces turned blue from the sub-zero temperature.
A young soldier next to him, still wearing thin clothes, ran over quickly, stopped him and said:
"Please get back in the car and stop running around."
The little soldier's face was also pale from the cold, but he still had the patience to reach out and stop those who jumped out of the car.
It's a pity that those people didn't understand his good intentions and stubbornly stood in a stalemate with him, refusing to get in the car.
Next to him, Mu Tang suddenly seemed to have discovered something and said in surprise:
"It's that person!"
Lu Yan then turned his attention and took a closer look. For the first time in his life, he felt speechless.
It's that messy middle-aged man again.
"What's going on? Why did you stop again!!" The man said proudly, raising his chin.
This little warrior was probably only seventeen, eighty or nineteen years old, and seemed a little at a loss in front of this arrogant middle-aged man.
The man’s wife reached out her hand from the car window to grab him:
"Stop talking, stop talking, come back and sit down. What are you doing out in such a cold weather? You really want them to leave us!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the man looked around guiltily. After confirming that he didn't see the shadow of Lu Yan or Qi Yang, he immediately became majestic again.
He impatiently pulled out the sleeve held by the woman, turned around and cursed:
"What are you talking about? You don't understand anything!"
Then he turned around and asked angrily:
"Hey, what are you doing for food? Why are you walking and stopping, stopping and walking again? In such a cold weather, do you want to freeze us to death by stopping here?"
The little warrior kept saying:
"This is a special situation. Please understand. It's too dangerous outside. It's better to go back first..."
The man rolled his eyes and said reluctantly:
"Hey, do your troops have clothes to keep out the cold? It's almost freezing to death when you park your troops here. No matter what, you have to keep us warm first, right?"
The little soldier looked confused. They were wearing even thinner clothes than him. Where did they get the cold-proof clothes?
Lu Yan stood behind and almost laughed out loud while listening.
This person is really incorrigible and always tries to find ways to make sites cheap wherever he goes.
Seeing that the little soldier said no, the man still didn't believe it and reached out to push him. Lu Yan suddenly said:
"You really don't have a long memory."
As soon as he heard the cold and familiar voice behind him, the middle-aged man's back stiffened. He turned around and saw Lu Yan standing not far behind him, smiling half-heartedly.
The next second he saw Lu Yan walking towards him. The middle-aged man swallowed and subconsciously took two steps back:
"You, what do you want to do..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Yan grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the edge of the bridge.
By the time he came to his senses, he was already half-hanging on the viaduct guardrail.
His face was completely drained of color in an instant, his legs and feet were weak, and he was sweating on his forehead:
"What are you doing? You... do you want to kill someone?"
The little warrior, whose face was already filled with anger, was also shocked when he saw this scene.
The middle-aged man's wife saw this scene in the car, screamed and wanted to run out of the car, but was stopped by the little soldier.
Lu Yan just pinched him calmly, watching as the middle-aged man dared to struggle twice at first, but later his face collapsed and he lay limply on the viaduct fence.
It wasn't until he started to despair that he let go.
The man struggled to get off the railing, knelt on the ground and gasped for air, his face full of joy for the rest of his life.
Lu Yan's cold voice sounded above his head:
"This is the last time. If you let me see you again, it won't be just a show."
After finishing speaking, Lu Yan turned around and walked up to the little warrior without looking back, and whispered:
"Keep an eye on him and kick him out of the car if he shows up again. You don't have to worry about him anymore."
The little warrior nodded blankly.
Lu Yan returned to the car. The car became quiet for a moment, and several people inside looked at each other.
This was the first time they saw Lu Yan being violent to ordinary citizens.
Lu Yan knew what they were thinking. After the end of the world, there would be no restraints of the law. If people get used to doing whatever they want, they will slowly become unrecognizable, and then they will do whatever they want and hurt others unscrupulously.
Therefore, Lu Yan has been deliberately restraining himself.
But when he thought about the corpses of his comrades he had seen along the way, as well as the still unconscious Qin Zhen, and when he saw those who took their sacrifices for granted, Lu Yan couldn't help but get angry.
Although there were many such people before the end of the world, they will become even more hateful after the end of the world.
The fact that the country has not given up on them yet does not mean that they can take advantage of the soldiers' sense of responsibility, mess around, and then forcefully stick the needle into the hearts of the soldiers.
No matter when the time comes, people can never forget to have a grateful heart.
His sleeves were suddenly pulled down. Lu Yan turned his head and saw Mu Tang's hand in front of him. There was a bag of biscuits lying in the palm.
Lu Yan laughed suddenly, looked at Mu Tang's worried eyes, and asked deliberately:
"Isn't it a very important thing? You are reluctant to eat it yourself."
Mu Tang replied without even thinking:
"Of course you are the most important!"
Then he passed his hand to him:
"Eating one will make you feel better. I feel so happy every time I eat."
In Mu Tang's eyes, there is nothing more joyful than filling one's stomach.
Lu Yan took the cookie from her hand and was about to tear it open when he heard Mu Tang's hesitant voice:
"Um...after you finish eating, remember to describe to me what it tastes like."
Lu Yan was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously:
"Don't you have several?"
Mu Tang hugged the jar tightly and shook her head.
Lu Yan couldn't laugh or cry. He was reluctant to eat it, but he was willing to give it to him. Should it be said that his status in Mu Tang's heart finally surpassed that of eating it.
But how could he eat something that the little girl was reluctant to eat?
Lu Yan stuffed the cookie into his pocket, waiting for Mu Tang to hand him the jar and then put it in.
Unexpectedly, Mu Tang took out the biscuit from his pocket, tore it open, took it out, and stubbornly put it to his mouth.
Lu Yan looked at her big eyes staring closely at him, and suddenly remembered that this was not the first time Mu Tang looked at him like this.
Every time he stuffed something into his mouth and wouldn't stop until he ate.
Lu Yan sighed helplessly, opened his mouth and ate the cookie handed to him.
Mu Tang then took back his hand and nodded with satisfaction.
Lu Yan chewed something in his mouth. It had a very ordinary chocolate and cream taste, and even the sweetness was a little bitter.
But he felt that his mood suddenly improved a lot. It turns out that eating really helps when he is in a bad mood.
The convoy remained motionless, and Mudba never came back. There was a high probability that something was really going on ahead.
Lu Yan drove around the vehicles carrying survivors and reached the front of the team.
There were fewer and fewer cars passing by, until there was only Qi Yang and the ice wall tens of meters high in front of him.
