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Chapter 562

After excluding the fuel, the three C-130 transport planes carried an action team of more than 40 people and a dozen light combat vehicles, and the accompanying living supplies were only two or three tons. However, it was Lena Fox who had left Zhou Qingfeng in Mexico.

The fuel supply on hand is no longer so tight, and we can continue to airlift supplies to Zhou Qingfeng when necessary.

Zhou Qingfeng had already made up his mind to take this human settlement as his own, so after dawn the next day, he mobilized his men to find people to chat with in the stronghold. Just hand out a cigarette, an energy bar or something, and you would immediately be able to harvest a lot of more

In-depth information. And a more cruel reality is also facing the action team.

There were more than 2,000 people in the Niumagit outpost when it was established, but since the mutant creatures expanded, half of the population has fled. The remaining 1,000 people have lost more than half in the nuclear winter that has lasted for four months.

Now these five hundred people are just hanging on for a living, and it is difficult to protect themselves.

"Hoffman can only brag. He can't help you with anything. But he has nearly two hundred armed men and controls the warehouse of the stronghold, so we all have to listen to him."

"There is a 'zombie' sniper operating near the stronghold. It is said that that kind of monster can control its own body temperature when lurking, and it cannot be seen by night vision devices. We originally had sentries on the wall, but after several people died,

No one dares to go up there now."

"We are actually all waiting to die. Everyone is waiting to die. No one knows why we are still alive. No one can see hope. We have been abandoned by God."

Every narrator is either numb or crying. In Zhou Qingfeng's command tent, a thin woman wrapped in a dirty blanket was like this. From her messy hair and sunken eye sockets, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a refugee.

A portion of instant noodles was boiled in the portable boiler. A lot of water was added to make it into liquid food, but the aroma was very strong. While the thin woman was talking, she looked in the direction of the boiler and licked her lips. If she hadn't been afraid of Zhou Qingfeng and others, she would have been too late.

He rushed over.

Catalina filled a large bowl, let it cool for a while and handed it over. The thin woman was suddenly surprised and asked with twinkling eyes: "Is it for me? I can't afford any payment. I..., I'm just a *

**Still a worthless******** What did you do before?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Before?" The thin woman was stunned for a moment, her thoughts seemed to travel through time and space, and a completely different picture came back to her numb and rigid mind. The picture was so beautiful that people dare not think about it. "I am already a high school teacher.

Mathematics teacher. If you don’t ask, I will forget about it.”

What a huge waste of human resources!

The 'Aurora Legion' has always suffered from the lack of high-quality talents, but here there is a high school teacher who is struggling to survive. Zhou Qingfeng tilted his head and ordered to Roma beside him: "Go and count the identities of the personnel in the stronghold, and send the valuable

I'll record it and take it with me the next time the transport plane comes."

"Yes, sir." Rom took the order and left.

The thin woman was taking the big bowl filled with noodle soup from Catalina's hand. She keenly heard Zhou Qingfeng's order and said quickly: "Are you willing to take us away? Where will you take us?"

"Give you a job and let you continue to be a teacher and teach mathematics." Zhou Qingfeng said warmly: "You can drink noodle soup now, and we will find you a doctor later. All you have to do is live well and give birth.

There will be hope.”

"Really? Is this true? Is it possible for me to start my life again?" The thin woman was so happy that she couldn't hold the bowl in her hand, and her long-dried tear glands shed tears again, falling directly into the steaming room.

In the noodle soup. "Have I finally waited for the day I was rescued?"

The emaciated woman is just a microcosm of countless tragic lives in the last days. Many people fail to survive until the moment of hope, and everyone who survives is precious.

While Zhou Qingfeng was taking control of the stronghold and expanding his strength, the people in the stronghold were also plotting against him. Last night, Hoffman was still drunk and looked confused, but now his eyes were shrewd and ruthless.

"Have you figured out the equipment and number of people in this group?"

"I don't care where they come from, I just know that by swallowing them, we can get through the difficulties we are facing."

"Originally, we wanted this group of people to fight those mutated creatures first, but they didn't fall for it, so we had to do it ourselves."

In Hoffman's private room, five or six cronies were reporting the situation to him. Someone asked: "Boss, I'm afraid this group of people is difficult to deal with. Their firepower is too strong. It's not enough for all of us to rush forward! Yesterday

They shouldn't be allowed in, at most half."

"Half of it? Finish half of it and prepare the other half to come in. Can you handle it?" Hoffman slapped the man who was speaking and said viciously: "I'll invite the leader of this group to come later.

Negotiate and take them down immediately when the time comes.

At the same time, you encourage the people in the stronghold to besiege together, and tell those dead ghosts that if you want to survive, just rush forward. There are at most fifty of them. As long as the timing of the attack is grasped well, they will not be able to stop them no matter what.

As long as we kill these people, our strength will be greatly increased, and we will be able to last longer in this damn apocalyptic world."

Hoffman made a vicious decision, just as he was taking a desperate risk to get a big one. Suddenly, a close friend ran in from outside and shouted anxiously: "Boss Hoffman, that group is trying to win over those damn ghosts in our stronghold."

.”

"Win over? They are actually not stupid. But what can they do to win over?" This situation surprised Hoffman. In his opinion, the dead ghosts in his stronghold are useless as cannon fodder. Winning them over is a waste of materials.

"There were cigarettes, candies, and even food." The confidant who came to call the police found it incredible. "That group of people was quite generous. I saw that they didn't bring many supplies themselves, but they gave out a lot of things to recruit people."

Food? Use precious food to win over a bunch of useless cannon fodder?

"Are those guys crazy?" Hoffman felt that this matter was completely unreasonable. He often made empty promises to win over people, but never gave actual benefits on the spot. "**, we can't let them do this?

This is my stronghold, my territory, and those dead ghosts are also my people."

Hoffman was extremely angry. He really didn't expect that the group of people who came yesterday actually planned to beat him. He controlled the entire stronghold by relying on the materials in his hands, and now a more generous one came and asked people to

How can I bear it?

"Mobilize everyone in the stronghold and surround the camp of those guys. We must stop these guys from continuing to do this." Unable to sit still, Hoffman immediately started to take action. To be honest, he was a little panicked - here and there were people being attacked.

The fat sheep that was deceived into the stronghold? It was clearly a hungry wolf that was let into the sheepfold!

And when Hoffman led his team to the temporary camp of Zhou Qingfeng's action team, he immediately found that the situation was worse than he imagined. There were several long queues stretching for tens of meters, and the queues were all people from the stronghold.

After asking, I learned that the group that came in yesterday was conducting a charity event, and everyone in the stronghold could get a bowl of food for free.

Charity, your sister!

Hoffman could jump three feet high. He had just planned how to deal with this group of people who appeared inexplicably, but they acted even faster. The most terrible thing was that Hoffman found that many of the people queuing up to receive food were...

his people.

Damn, you are really good at poaching!

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