There are seven solar street lights on the central island. The square area located among various simple buildings can be illuminated by them, and they are the only light source on the island.
Here, there are still many outsiders pointing at these street lamps, looking envious as if they have never seen the world before.
The men of the Niu Lanxi organization were stationed in this area, and the stalls of the foreign survivors were also arranged here.
During the day, most of the aboriginal stalls were for drinks and food, but now it is different. Grain seeds, vegetable seedlings, various tools - and even a small amount of thermal weapons and explosives are all prominently listed.
The aboriginal man, who was almost 80 years old, tremblingly took out a double-barreled shotgun, glanced with satisfaction at the foreign survivors who were surrounded by people on the inside and outside, and said in extremely non-standard Mandarin,
"Come on, you idiot, don't you have any rifling? Just hold your hands and pick them. The ghosts and gods from 15 meters away will make troubles. If you aim at the zombie's head, you can beat it into a rotten watermelon~"
"I bored it out bit by bit myself, and it has 20 rounds of primer!"
"I'm getting older. When I was young, I could figure out a bunch of idiots in a month and a half. Now, I have to squint my eyes and dig for three to five days to find a clue!"
"Nothing else, Guan Bao Kang made it. Look at this solid porcelain, it has no problem hitting someone with a stick. This gun butt, made of gnarled mahogany, even with auspiciousness, it absorbs sweat!"
A group of survivors really didn't expect that this dark and stylish double-barreled shotgun was actually made by the uncle's hands. They were absolutely shocked.
"Uncle, what do you want to change?"
"There are only 20 bullets. Won't the bullets be useless once they are gone?"
"Is the prayer for viewing?"
"Your uncle will always be your uncle, so awesome!"
"Any more?"
The old man waved his hand,
"I spent months trying to get this short spray gun, which is about half an elbow long. I can hide it anywhere on my body. If a zombie accidentally throws it on the ground one day, I will take out the spray gun like this and fight it."
The biang is just a blow, and there is a big hole everywhere you hit it in your chest and head..."
"Hey, that's how it works. Who can use it when there are no disasters? Don't worry about a few primers. If you can save a life at a critical moment, it won't be a loss."
"The old man's skills are not as good as before, and they are even worse than those you have. I recommend that you hit the trolls up to 15 meters. After 20 meters, you can't even kill the chicken..."
"Young people, don't think that you can do it with a gun. A gun alone can't hit a target. Zombies... do you call them walking zombies or living zombies? In short, those things are not afraid of death. They rush towards you in the blink of an eye.
Come up, I don’t have time for you to aim slowly, it’s important to practice more skills when you have time.”
"That's a long way to go. The old man is not a bully on you either. I'll tell you all the good and the bad. I just want to give it to my eldest grandson in exchange for some delicious food and some food rations for us, but I don't want the coins."
Don’t want coins?
Not much surprise for a group of survivors...
In this case, ready-made food is indeed the hardest currency.
This is not to say that grain seeds are not valuable, they are still valuable, but their growth cycle and the water reserves they require are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Moreover, in the past, hail was the most common, but now stones are often falling from the sky. How much can be recovered after planting in the ground can only be determined by God's will.
After a moment's hesitation, someone immediately made a bid:
"A bag of Wudeli wheat core powder, not damp at all, 50 pounds unopened, uncle, do you think it's okay?"
"Two bags of noodles, a big rooster, and a big hen that can only lay eggs!"
"You're laughing so hard, don't be embarrassed," another guy said, "One and a half bags of rice, plus 4 live rabbits, two males and two females, you get three or four litters a year, you don't have to worry about eating meat!"
"Rabbits and chickens are indeed good things. Killing them to eat is simply a luxury. But brothers, you are a bit unethical. How can you still talk about raising chickens and rabbits at this time? Who can't read?"
"Two bags of rice, plus a half-large dried wild boar, 90 kilograms!"
"Two bags of rice and one pig for 20 bullets? Are you crazy? You've never seen a gun?"
The old man was moved.
90 pounds of air-dried wild boar meat doesn't taste very good, but it can provide them with meat for several months or even a year. It's a perfect time for their growing grandson...
Among the crowd, Zang Wei opened his mouth and said,
"A basket of big pancakes, a fat sheep, and a pair of high-end reading glasses for you."
The old man’s cloudy eyes lit up instantly,
"make a deal!!"
His tone was full of impatience and excitement.
A group of survivors looked at each other in shock, and then suddenly realized.
"Good guy, I stole the chicken..."
"Sister, you can do it!"
"Hey, why didn't I think of this..."
"Think of a hammer. Do you have any flower glasses?"
The old man took Zang Wei's hand enthusiastically and blushed, but still asked: "Girl, that mirror..."
Zang Wei and the old man walked aside,
"Let someone bring it to you. With a mirror, how many bullets can you make in a day?"
The old man thought for a while,
"Girl, I do have some materials. I can fry some clay and gunpowder, but the power will be smaller than this, and it will be very slow to make a good bullet. After all, there is no grinding tool, so I have to use a file to grind it little by little. In this way, the old man
Try your best to make whatever you can before you leave, it will be considered a gift from the old man."
"That's not necessary..."
Before Zang Wei finished speaking, he heard a commotion coming from over there.
"What the fuck, you're holding a straw, you're a walking zombie in heavy armor??"
"So this thing can also be turned into a servant of fate? It's so impressive..."
"The important point is not whether it can be harvested as a servant of destiny, but how they kill it, right? I have encountered that thing once before. Two gringos' AKs emptied a few bullets, and it did nothing..."
"That's ridiculous!"
It was a ferocious zombie in bone armor, two meters tall and walking upwards. Its footsteps were as heavy as a giant drum beating in people's hearts, and its pupils with a hint of green looked down at the surrounding people indifferently...
Coincidentally, its eyes met Zang Wei's.
At that moment, all the hairs on Zang Wei's body stood up, and the intense trembling almost made her have the urge to run away.
Someone yelled,
"Wipe it, look quickly!"
A larger beast figure jumped to the island from the shadows outside the central island.
"ah..."
The survivors were in an uproar.
Violent and majestic, it actually gives people the illusion of a mysterious ancient ferocious beast that came out of legends.
The most important thing is that there is a woman sitting sideways on the back of this beast...
Perhaps she was the source of the survivors' exclamations.
The interweaving of light and darkness is extremely rendering, and this vivid picture of beauty and the beast seems to be the most perfect interpretation of violent aesthetics.
Seeing the woman's chest outlined by dim light and shadow, and completely without the exaggeration of the shadow, Zang Wei couldn't help but frown, and for some reason this sentence suddenly flashed through his mind:
