Faced with this situation, Mu Shaoan was extremely calm. He had seen a lot of blood. To be honest, such a tragic scene was not as good as the rotten corpse next to the car before. That scene had a greater impact on him.

Slow down, he took out the territory stone from his backpack, the only weapon he could find at the moment.

The two zombies were very focused and did not discover Mu Shaoan's existence. In fact, in the setting of this game, zombies first judge the player by their smell, followed by firelight, sound, and finally the line of sight.

The strong bloody smell at this moment was enough to cover up Mu Shaoan.

After weighing the territory stone in his hand, Mu Shaoan rushed up. No skills were needed. The distance of more than ten meters was not worth mentioning. The zombie with his back facing him just noticed it, but before he could turn around, he was knocked unconscious by a stone.

This blow consumed Mu Shaoan's burst value for a total of 40 points, which means that this blow also caused at least 90+ damage, because his average damage value was 93 points.

However, the zombie was not dead, just fainted.

Mu Shaoan was shocked. In the seven-day kill game, this weak chicken zombie is not as thick as blood. It seems that the difficulty of this world has indeed been greatly enhanced.

As his mind changed, he raised his hand and smashed it again, but this time he controlled the explosion value. Because after running and attack just now, he only had 40 explosion value left, and the zombie on the opposite side had already looked up and noticed him.

"Bang"

The black and fishy brainstorm splattered everywhere, and the back of the zombie's head was actually knocked open.

At the same time, the final kill message also appeared in Mu Shaoan's mind.

"Because the target is in a stun state, your attack damage is twice, you deal 90 points of damage to the target, you successfully kill a primary virus infected body, and you gain 5 experience points."

This information flashed by, but Mu Shaoan didn't have time to think about it, jumped back in time and retreated more than ten meters away. He first observed the territory stone and confirmed that there was no damage. Then he jumped forward. For a zombie who crawled on the ground and could only wave his hands to attack, it should not be too simple to deal with it. This is to give experience.

Dodging and jumping, attacking five times in a row, and the last crawling zombie was also killed.

Mu Shaoan's expression remained unchanged. After wiping the territory stone and putting it away, he began to search for the corpse.

The clothes on one of the crawling zombies were broken into pieces, and they naturally could not carry any items. This was not a game, and items would fall.

But the other crawling zombie obviously had just broken her legs, and her upper body's clothes were intact. The most important thing is that the zombie had a black waist bag around its waist, which was of very good quality.

Mu Shaoan quickly untied it down and after unzipping the zipper, his eyes lit up. There were not many things inside, but they were necessary items for outdoor survival.

The first is a folding knife of good quality, which is what he needs most urgently at the moment.

A piece of needle and thread, an empty small bottle of medicine, and a lot of it was used in the end, leaving only about a quarter of the bandages.

What a great harvest.

He tied his waist bag around his waist, and put away all the zombie's clothes and even the broken cloth strips. Then Mu Shaoan walked to the 11980 corpse, first picked up the wild flower, and then picked the garland from the corpse's head. It was very good, nineteen golden unicorn flowers and six wild chrysanthemums, those idiots finally did something meaningful.

After stuffing the flowers into his backpack, Mu Shaoan grabbed one of 11980's legs and dragged the bloody corpse toward the road.

At this time, the remaining seven program soldiers gathered together with pale faces, trembling all over, and looking at Mu Shaoan with his eyes like a devil.

"Hey, you - why are you doing this? Death is the most important thing, and at least we are companions before-" A man with the number 11985 said tremblingly, not daring to look at Mu Shaoan's eyes, but he still mustered up the courage.

Mu Shaoan was silent. The next moment he suddenly kicked the man five or six meters away, and then rushed up and kicked him in the stomach.

Then he quietly watched him rolling all over the ground with his stomach in his arms, wailing constantly.

Others were silent.

After a long time, the man with tears and snot on his face looked up at Mu Shaoan in despair. There was hatred deep in his eyes, but more of it was cowardice.

"I once told you to follow within fifty meters behind me, and I also told you that you must not leave the range of thirty meters on both sides of the road, so now you are starting to feel pitiful, do you think I am cruel? Why don't you think you are the culprits who killed her? Now you are pretending to be the most important thing for death. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"11980 is not unfair to die. She pays for her own willfulness, but if you do your own thing, please believe me, she will wait for you in hell."

"You two come with me, and the others are waiting here."

Mu Shaoan said slowly in a low tone. He thought his expression must be very ferocious at this moment. Anyway, the seven remaining program soldiers were really scared. It would be better if this was not the case, and they would not be so obedient.

And now that he has a folding knife, he can change his plan a little.

Weapons, they need weapons, even the simplest wooden spear.

In the game, players can make stone axes to cut down trees and make wood thorn traps to survive the early stages of the game, but they will not have such a good fate.

Mu Shaoan led the two trembling and strong program soldiers to the grove on the right side of the road, where there were pine trees, a few twisting willow trees and some poplar trees.

"Go to climb trees and break as many branches as possible, be straight, and don't be fooled. You have to understand that your behavior at this moment is related to your life, and I will not remind you of the second time."

Mu Shaoan instructed that he could not make the kind of wood thorn trap that is very lethal in the game, but he was a simple wooden spear, but it was pretty good.

After giving the order, Mu Shaoan observed around himself. He actually had no experience in making wooden spears. He only knew that among these three trees, the willow trees had the best hardness. However, looking at the willow trees with fangs and claws and branches curved like old ladies' crutches, he shook his head decisively.

As for the pine trees, well, they are too thick and straight, so they can't climb up at all, and the branches of the pine trees are not suitable.

So the only choice at present is poplar trees, with enough branches to be easy to climb, and it also meets the standards for making wooden spears.

Half an hour later, Mu Shaoan and the other two dragged a large pile of branches back to the highway. This time, without his instructions, the seven program soldiers took action to remove the excess branches, and then Mu Shaoan used a folding knife to cut the tip, so the simple wooden spear was formed.

When each person held a simple wooden spear in his hand, Mu Shaoan suddenly remembered something and asked: "What skill training do you choose in the daily training of Chaos Base?"

"I chose a rifle accurate fast shooter." A program soldier who followed Mu Shaoan to cut branches immediately nodded and replied. His number was 11981, and he was the first of the seven program soldiers to clearly show favor to Mu Shaoan. In that short period of time, because he acted with Mu Shaoan once, he actually had a vague sense of being a direct line, which was very magical.

The second answer was a somewhat dull middle-aged man. He stumbled with embarrassment: "I learned to be a sniper."

"I learned to drive a fighter jet." A young man said a little embarrassedly. He probably realized what the problem was.

"I chose the Sword."

“I learned mechanical repair and assembly.”

"What I learned - is tank driving."

"I-I chose free fighting." The last man said uncomfortable, because he was kicked away by Mu Shaoan just now, so the free fighting he chose seemed useless.

Mu Shaoan took the expressions of the crowd into his eyes, and did not feel disappointed or ridiculous, because even if the seven of them were all cold weapons in the training, he would not think that they had the courage to launch a group of virus-infected bodies to fight to death.

This is different.

Unless a real virus appears, the kind of inculcated deep in their minds will awaken. At that time, they will rush up like their father-killing enemy standing in front of them, regardless of the consequences.

They are really a group of worthless cannon fodder, including himself.

"Let's go!"

After simple arming, Mu Shaoan led seven program soldiers, carrying two corpses slowly and staggered along the road, but their morale had simply dropped to freezing point. From time to time, the program soldiers carrying the corpse dropped the corpse and lay on the ground and vomited wildly. Everyone's face was extremely pale. If it weren't for the fear of death that drove them, they would have collapsed completely at this moment.

There was only one 11984, the dull middle-aged man who chose to learn from snipers in daily training performed better, but his pale face was not much better.

So Mu Shaoan had to consider again whether his plan was effective, because the performance of these seven program soldiers was slightly better than the two corpses used as bait.

They are just live bait.

And it is destined to be a burden.

"Buried them and wait here. If a virus-infected body appears, you can lean on each other and use a wooden spear to sting it. Never run away. You can't run away. Remember, your life and death are only in your own hands."

Mu Shaoan compromised. He originally planned to use these two corpses as bait, but judging from the current situation, these two corpses with ferocious death have become a nightmare for his temporary team. It is too bad for morale, so it's better to just bury them, otherwise he would be really worried that these program soldiers would completely collapse at some time.

Sure enough, when he heard his order, the seven program soldiers showed a look of relief on their faces. As for what method they planned to use to bury the body, Mu Shaoan didn't care, but just ordered 11984. The dull middle-aged man was temporarily responsible for the leadership. This middle-aged man still looked very calm. I hope that with him, the remaining program soldiers could maintain the most basic calm and not escape in a mess.

Then, Mu Shaoan carried two short wooden spears on his back, and one with the best quality and most similar wooden spear in his hand, and climbed over the hill alone.

He is also fighting for himself!

And, never retreat!
Chapter completed!