"It's over, it's over, he got drunk after drinking a bottle of wine, there are zombies under the roof, if he hasn't come out for a long time, he must have been eaten, it's all over"
Guslav yelled first, he didn¡¯t think about anything now, he just wanted to exchange his hidden gold for a bottle of vodka, anesthetize himself with alcohol, and let himself get temporary relief. It was possible that he would not refuse drugs, as long as Don't let this despair haunt him all the time, he doesn't care about Zhang Xiaoqiang's life or death, what he cares about is that Zhang Xiaoqiang can get him wine.
Angel remained silent and asked Paul to drive his sister down. Although he longed for a miracle in his heart, he didn't believe in a miracle. There were two possibilities for Zhang Xiaoqiang to go down. One was that all the zombies below were killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and One possibility is that Zhang Xiaoqiang is really stupid. Although the first possibility is the most, he does not believe that someone can kill more than two hundred zombies alone without a gun. Therefore, the most absurd reason makes him believe even more that Zhang Xiaoqiang is Really drunk.
At this time, the woman who delivered the food came up. Each person had two pieces of dried moldy bread and a cup of slightly salty wild vegetable soup. The bread hit a clean and white disk. Every piece of bread was the same size, even the bread The amount of dross is the same, and the distribution of the women who deliver the food is very even, so even that if you want to distinguish the size of the bread, you can only use a scale.
Everyone eats in the same way, break the bread into pieces, throw it into the cup, shake the cup, wait until the bread is soft, drink all the soup in one gulp, and after drinking, use their fingers to remove the food residue in the cup Hook it into your mouth, and they will eat the first meal of the day.
"The bread is about to run out, and the flour is about to run out"
Angel put the cup at his feet, leaned against the solar panel support, and seemed to be talking to himself, and the voice happened to be heard by everyone present.
The other three bowed their heads. The moldy bread was unpalatable, and the batter soup made from moldy flour was even more unpalatable, but they had no dissatisfaction. Except for a few men, there were six women and four children. And three of the women were pregnant again. With these things, at least they could survive. If these things were gone, they wouldn't last long with potatoes alone.
"Either, or I drive Karina out, so that we can eat one less meal. I rely on you, and the supplies I brought have already been used up? I know"
Paul first said attention, and the others were silent. Angel hesitated for a while, finally shook his head, and said:
"It's not easy for everyone to come together, and it's not easy to live until now. We still have children, and we still have hope. As long as we can survive, they can survive. I have decided that starting tomorrow, we will increase the area sown by potatoes by three." times, you don¡¯t need to worry about them, just plant them, and when it¡¯s time to harvest, you can always grow some, right?¡±
Angel's proposal also made others silent. Their potatoes could not compete with those crazy mutant plants when they were planted in the field. Often, the potatoes would be strangled by the mutant plants before it was time to harvest. They had to clean up the potato fields every day. If the mutated plants are left alone, the chance of surviving may be less than one-tenth.
"Maybe, maybe that Chinese kid will kill all the demons, so we can have a supermarket with enough supplies to feed all the kids until they grow up"
Kochakin muttered to himself, none of the people around him agreed. In the past, there were hundreds of them, and there were many rifles. They had killed many demons, but so what? Can those things kill them all? No matter how powerful a person is, even if he is an evolved human, can he survive in such a small supermarket under the siege of hundreds of zombies?
Everyone lost interest in observing their surroundings, and sat cross-legged on the ground waiting to digest. After a few minutes, Angel suddenly stood up and looked at the supermarket. Thick black smoke rolled out from the supermarket, and then he shouted loudly, let Several others watched together.
The billowing thick smoke rolls outside along the transom of the supermarket, and the whole building is full of black smoke. Seeing the black smoke, their hearts all arose, and only Guslav applauded loudly:
"Burn it well, burn it well, burn all those demons to death, and with a few hundred less demons, we will have more space, more supplies, and more hope"
Before the words fell, a strange English voice sounded like a chicken crowing from under their building: "Hello!!!" Then the English changed to Chinese: "The ones above, find someone who can speak Mandarin"
Zhang Xiaoqiang stood calmly by the side of the sealed building, and while shouting, he looked at the potato fields not far away. Looking at the neatly combed fields, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed a little, that is, foreign countries have large places and small populations. , it's hard to find even a cemetery, and you still want to farm in the city?
Soon, two bearded men rushed over from behind the building. Under Zhang Xiaoqiang's guard, they nodded and stretched out their hands asking Zhang Xiaoqiang to follow them. Especially when they saw the pistol on Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist, their expressions became more respectful.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the panic in the eyes of the two, and through his super-distance vision, he could not hide any changes in the eyes of the two, and nodded secretly. These foreigners still have self-knowledge, knowing that they can kill hundreds of zombies It's not something they can afford.
The two led the way in front, and they didn't dare to move the things in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands. They let Zhang Xiaoqiang carry two big backpacks and two suitcases, and walked along the corner to the grass behind. Behind, there was a The open cellar, go down the wooden ladder, and walk through a tunnel, along the tunnel to a huge wine cellar, in which there are only empty wine bottles left.
Arriving at the wine cellar is equivalent to arriving at the real hiding place of these people. In the center of the wine cellar, there is a glimmering pool of water. Standing in this wine cellar, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked around suspiciously. It was dark, obviously natural light, which made him curious, and then he found that hundreds of mirrors with different angles were suspended from the ceiling of the wine cellar, and the mirrors refracted the sunlight outside the vent hole, forming repeated refractions, making the wine cellar look like daytime .
The wine cellar is big enough, most of the wooden frames have been burned, some kitchen utensils are placed on several wooden tables, and there are many strange-shaped large potatoes piled up in a corner of the wine cellar, and a row of sealed plastic buckets are placed beside the potatoes. On the ground next to the bucket, you can see some traces of flour spilled, and there are various dried wild vegetables hanging on the hanging wires on the wall. It seems that the arrangement is not bad.
This is just their kitchen. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a large iron pot on a stove-like thing, a very hot heater connected to a long power cord placed in the iron pot, and a white disk on the edge of the iron pot. In the middle, there are four large potatoes that have been washed and dried quietly. A tall but thin Russian middle-aged woman is standing aside humbly, as if she is about to cook potatoes.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't look much, followed the guide, went up the steps to the first floor, bypassed several aisles, and arrived at the reception room on the second floor. The reception room was quite luxurious, decorated in an 18th century European classical theme, with various furniture , decorations, curtains and carpets all reveal a strong aristocratic style.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang walked into this luxurious and exotic reception room, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He was used to the Chinese style, but suddenly he was in a strange environment, feeling the exotic atmosphere, and he was not used to it. Then Zhang Xiaoqiang saw The few bearded men I saw on the roof before, they were still wearing ragged clothes, and they suddenly relaxed, at least he was better than these masters in terms of clothes.
The leader with a big beard was the oldest, introduced himself a few words in Russian, pointed to his nose and said word by word: "Angeer."
"Angel"
Zhang Xiaoqiang repeated it, and the bearded man gave a satisfied smile, stretched out his hand to ask Zhang Xiaoqiang to sit down, raised his hand with a certain air, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to weaken his reputation, nodded and smiled, pointed to his nose and said: "conqueror¡¡."
After finishing talking, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the imitation Sheraton-style wooden chair from the Louis XVI period, put the things at hand on the side of the chair naturally, and looked up at this handsome old man.
Angel didn't introduce other people, he just asked Zhang Xiaoqiang to look at all their men, to show his kindness, and then let the others leave. At this time, Paul walked in with his sister Karina.
Karina put on some light makeup to cover the bruises on her face. She was wearing a red tulle skirt. Her slim waist swayed naturally as she walked gracefully. Seeing Karina, Zhang Xiaoqiang had to Admit it, this woman looks better with clothes on than without. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com