More than a hundred survivors were arranged into uneven teams according to their own groups, with as many as eight people and as few as only one, but everyone could receive his share. According to the agreed distribution plan and
Record, each group sent a representative to come out and receive energy crystals in turn from behind the armed infantry vehicle.
The total income is 400,000 energy points. After excluding the bullet cost, it is distributed according to 50%. The income of the Ming Survivor Base exceeds 200,000 energy points.
This is almost as much as the trade volume in the past month. If almost all the zombies that gathered together were not killed, doing this once a month would be a good way to make money.
After assigning work, Zhu Tian and Li Xinran walked aside.
"What should we do next?" Li Xinran asked!
"It's over. Load up the body of the crawler and take it back for study. The energy crystals should have been distributed. Then, it's time to go home."
When she heard that she was going home, Li Xinran had a smile on her face and nodded.
"Well, go home!"
Singing the song of victory, he marched openly through the streets littered with corpses.
The survivors put their arms around each other, shouted and laughed brazenly, leaving their sorrow behind and heading home with victory.
The crisis has been resolved, and there will be no more zombies on this street in a short period of time. Even if the zombies in the city center will soon be attracted by the smell of blood here, and then devour the corpses of the same kind, and reoccupy these streets. But that is
It'll be a week or two later.
This was their first victory against zombies.
For many years, they have only been hiding in the shadow of the ruins and huddled in the intact corridors. This is the first time that they have united under the same banner and launched an active offensive against the originally arrogant zombies.
This can already be described as a triumph.
At least you can walk with your head high on this once-lost street, and you can make a lot of noise without worrying about disturbing the zombies around you, because they are all lying down.
The sense of honor is such a magical thing.
From force, to victory.
Once it is burned into the heart, even a humble person can muster up courage.
Of course, the premise of all this is that Zhu Tian and the others have overwhelming strength, otherwise these people would not be as unified as they are now.
"Should we take the opportunity to recruit them?" Li Xinran asked in the private channel.
Zhu Tian's team still maintained a prismatic formation, with the power armor soldiers surrounding the armed infantry vehicles in the center, almost hanging behind the survivors.
"No, even getting them into the base is troublesome now. Besides, I also need them to promote our strength in their own nests." Zhu Tian looked at those people who were generally in high spirits and had bulging pockets.
The bulging survivors couldn't help laughing.
"So you sent them home specially?" Li Xinran said with a playful smile.
"It's better to show off force than to use force," Zhu Tian said with a smile.
"No......!"
Suddenly, a heartbreaking roar came from the front of the team.
Zhu Tian was stunned for a moment, looked at each other with Li Xinran, and then walked to the front of the team.
The survivors gathered around in a circle and stopped in silence. The man who had been chatting and laughing with his newly acquainted brothers was now kneeling in front of the door with his eyes filled with sadness.
"It happened..." Just as he was about to ask what happened, Zhu Tian, who was walking through the crowd, suddenly noticed what was behind the door.
It was a boy's head, with eyes open.
Blood flowed all over the floor...
There are also unsightly words and patterns written with blood stains.
"Okay, Qiangzi, my condolences... You are a good guy, don't look so ugly. Why don't you come to our place?" The middle-aged man who trimmed his hair sighed and walked to Wu Qiang's side and stretched out his hand.
She hooked his shoulder and whispered comfortingly.
His name was Ma Tiancheng, and he and Wu Qiang were squatting at the same fire point in the battle just now. But no one expected that at this moment of celebration, they would encounter such a tragic situation.
Blood cast a shadow over this victory, like a basin of cold water poured on the head of every survivor.
"I...I want to kill them!" Wu Qiang, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up and raised his rifle with a ferocious expression.
"Calm down! Calm down, don't be impulsive!"
"What can you do alone! Take off his gun first..."
Several survivors who had a good relationship with him hurriedly stepped forward to grab him, grabbed the safety and took his gun away. The scene was a bit chaotic for a while.
Song Xiaobao, who was standing on the sidelines and watching, had cold hands and feet, and cold sweat on his forehead. There was more than one person in the same state as him. Seeing such a tragic situation, everyone couldn't help but tremble with fear.
Who can guarantee that something like this will not happen in their own home? Those gangsters who are like locusts are not picky eaters.
In the wasteland, the most terrifying thing is not zombies, nor mutant species that are as powerful as crawlers.
Instead, they will actively seek out gangsters who come to your door.
Even a small group of survivors can avoid most dangers as long as they avoid contact with dangerous alien species and avoid traveling at night. However, when faced with bandits who make a living by hunting their own kind, all means of survival are ineffective.
.
If the battle is defeated, the men will be slaughtered, the women will be plundered and humiliated, the food will be robbed, and everything that cannot be taken away will be smashed, and violence will be used to vent the despair of the end of the world...
cruel?
This is the daily life in the apocalyptic world!
Zhu Tian's Adam's apple moved as he stared at the head lying in a pool of blood. Looking at the white eyes, he always felt a little blocked in his chest.
Was it because he mobilized the small combat power of these small groups that this tragedy occurred?
"It's not your fault. Judging from the bullet holes in the wall, the other side at least has heavy firepower such as machine guns. This kind of survivor group with only two families... Even if you didn't take away the person named
The outcome for Wu Qiang's people is just one more death." Li Xinran noticed his silence, so she whispered in the private channel.
She really knew Zhu Tian very well, even if she couldn't see his face at the moment.
"Heavy machine gun... There are tire marks on the ground. Vehicle-mounted machine gun?" Zhu Tian frowned, took a deep breath, and opened his mask.
Walking in front of Wu Qiang, Zhu Tian asked the man with red eyes in a deep voice, "You are so eager to seek revenge, do you know who did it?"
"Obviously, their marks were left on the wall..." Ma Tiancheng said with a wry smile.
"The Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, it's them...I'm going to kill them!" Wu Qiang's eyes were wide open and he was struggling to get rid of the restraints of his companions. At this moment, he just wanted to rush over and kill all the beasts.
Gray Wolf Mercenary Group?
Zhu Tian was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the symbol painted with blood. The continuously curved S was only missing a B. He couldn't tell what it was.
After activating the map, the light blue holographic screen intertwined in front of his eyes. He remembered that when he was at Tianyuan Base a long time ago, a certain unlucky guy who wanted to cause trouble for him, but was killed by him, revealed the location of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group.
It was in an experimental primary school. He didn't feel it before the villa area was expanded, but when he got here, he found that the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, an old enemy, seemed to be stationed quite close to his base.
At this moment, the surrounding survivors were all watching Zhu Tian, waiting for his reaction.
Although they also knew very well that the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base could not blame the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base for deploying their combat power when something like this happened. However, they could not help but look forward to whether the "leader" who had just led them to defeat the zombie wave could do something.
express.
At least...such accidents always happen during expeditions.
Zhu Tian would naturally not fail to notice the expectant glances, but this also made him fall into deep thought.
The Gray Wolf Mercenary Group is a trouble after all. In the past, he had no plans to expand, so he didn't need to worry about it coming. However, the situation is different now. After this operation, the reputation of the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base will always be in a small area.
spread.
These survivors usually take the energy crystals to Tianyuan Base for consumption, so the information about the expedition's victory will naturally spread in Tianyuan Base. After all, who doesn't like to show off? Show off your victory, and then enjoy the whistles and applause of the same kind, after all