When the off-road vehicle arrived at the grassland, Zhang Xiaoqiang let Crescent Moon climb onto the roof of the vehicle and sit on the luggage rack to scout. They were alone this time, so they didn't make any big movements. They just gave Zhou Jie a few instructions and found an off-road vehicle that didn't look too bad. This was a hunting mission, and they could escape at any time. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to lose his exclusive vehicle.
At first, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know where to go. He couldn't understand the map of the grassland, and only knew the general direction. However, it was easy to go back, as long as he found the national highway.
Relying on the full fuel tank, Zhang Xiaoqiang let Meow drive as he pleased. His training for Crescent Moon was divided into two parts, humans and zombies. The number of humans could be smaller, but the number of zombies should be larger. Zhang Xiaoqiang had already chosen the Golden Wolf Flag as his hunting target. Their lives would be the graduation certificate of the Dark Hunter.
Following the map and compass, Zhang Xiaoqiang directed Meow to drive south. After a short time, their vehicle entered the semi-desert area from the grassland. Zhang Xiaoqiang's target was a small town. The mark on the map was much larger than the Sumu Town he had searched before, and there was an important word, Salt Lake.
This small town was the next place Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to attack. It was close to the economic zone of Inner Mongolia, and there was a large salt company. With the salt company, there would definitely be a thermal power plant. It could be said that it would be the future source of salt in the northwest. With it, the survivors wouldn't have to risk their lives to fight for salt from the zombies.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't expect to use three people to attack the small town. According to the note on the map, there were more than 40,000 people around the small town. It could be considered a large town, so in the short term, Zhang Xiaoqiang wouldn't have any ideas about attacking it.
Driving on a large piece of dry desert, scattered weeds dotted the sand. Zhang Xiaoqiang wore sunglasses and treated the desolation in front of him as a beautiful scenery, while Meow drove the off-road vehicle seriously. Although it was a bit immature, it was much better than Crescent Moon.
"Meow, stop at the Aobao in front. We'll go down and rest."
Zhang Xiaoqiang was talking about the circle of walls in front of them. There were a few Mongolian Aobao inside the wall. The car came to the front of the wall, but Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the door was closed. Just as he was about to ask Meow to stop, Meow recklessly drove the car and smashed open the door that was nailed with a narrow plank.
The broken pieces of wood scattered and hit the windshield, then bounced off. Zhang Xiaoqiang only saw darkness in front of him. The car stopped in front of the tent, and then Meow grabbed the rifle and got out of the car. When he closed the door, there was a loud bang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang scratched his head in confusion and got out of the car. He didn't doubt that Meow was in a bad mood. He didn't know if it was because he ate gunpowder.
As soon as he got out of the car, there was a swoosh. An arrow flew across the corner of his eyes, shooting towards Meow who was standing on the other side of the car. Zhang Xiaoqiang only had time to shout, "Be careful …"
At the same time, he reached for the pistol on his waist. The sharp arrow pierced through Meow's shadow and stuck in the ground, shaking the tail of the arrow. Then a person flew out from the back of the Mongolian yurt, screaming and falling to the ground. In his hand was a small bow with ethnic characteristics.
On the ground was a child about 15 or 16 years old. His eyes were wide open, exuding a wild aura. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with his teeth clenched and his left hand was still touching the arrow on his back.
"Da da da …"
A stray bullet smashed the quiver on the child's back, and the arrow turned into scattered feathers. The child held his head and screamed in fear. Then a cry came from the back of the Mongolian yurt.
Meow Meow grabbed a rifle in one hand and dragged a slightly fat woman out with the other. It pushed the woman to the ground, and Zhang Xiao Qiang realized that the two of them were actually mother and son. The mother was in her thirties, while the child was in his teens. They looked very similar, and from the looks of it, they did not seem to have suffered much. The two of them hugged each other tightly, looking at Zhang Xiao Qiang and the rest in panic.
Both of them were wearing Mongolian robes, but the child was wearing a pair of cheap Nikes. His clothes were relatively clean, and there were no stains on his body. Obviously, the mother and son were living a comfortable life here.
"Get up, we won't hurt you …"
Although they were the ones who initiated the attack, Zhang Xiaoqiang was too lazy to argue with them. The mother and son were Mongolians, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't kill Mongolians every time he saw them. He wanted to kill the Golden Wolf Flag, not ordinary civilians.
The woman didn't understand what Zhang Xiaoqiang said, but the child did. He said a few words to the woman in Mongolian, and then he raised his head and asked in Mandarin, which was more fluent than Zhang Xiaoqiang's, "Why did you break our gate …"
"That's because the other gates I've broken through only had man-eating monsters, and no living people …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't apologize, but he indirectly reminded the mother and son that they weren't kind people. Then, the mother and son got up, and the mother took the lead to apologize to Zhang Xiaoqiang. On the other hand, the child's face was filled with hatred, but his eyes were envious of the big and small guns on the Meow and Crescent Moon.
When they arrived, it was getting late. Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to spend the night here, and he would bring the two girls to town the next day. The Mongolian woman also took out the food they made and invited Zhang Xiaoqiang and the rest to eat.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the three bowls of corn rice, he lost his appetite. He politely declined the woman's kindness, and took out the army ration pack and the canned meat to eat with the two girls.
Seeing the child peeping at their canned meat, Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed a can and threw it at the boy's feet.
Looking at the can at his feet, the boy picked it up, but he was still saying, "What's the big deal? We have sheep at home too, and you can eat the meat until you puke …"
"Hahaha …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was amused, and at the same time, he already had a plan. There should be a lot of livestock that ran away. In Sumu Town, after Xiang Fei's search, they had already captured more than 300 camels, more than 200 sheep, and more than 70 cows. With a preliminary scale, the breeding industry could slowly get on track.
After dinner, Crescent Moon was a bit depressed, as if she was always restless. After a while, she actually asked to go out to exercise. Obviously, she was used to training, and would feel uncomfortable if she didn't train for a day. Zhang Xiaoqiang approved of this, and brought Meow out of the wall with Crescent Moon.
Crescent Moon ran circles on the sandy ground, and Zhang Xiaoqiang found the source of the mother and son's food. It was about four to five acres of farmland, and the harvested corn stalks piled up into a small hill. Two big sheep and a little sheep were chewing under the corn stalks. Within a radius of more than 10 kilometers, there were all kinds of hills and valleys, and there were some scattered fields. If they were diligent and watered from time to time, they could still guarantee a harvest.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had to admit that the mother and son were really lucky. If one of them mutated, the other would definitely be eaten. But here, they didn't lack food, and they didn't lack water, so it was the best shelter.
At night, Crescent Moon took a blanket, held the sniper rifle, and went to sleep on the sand outside the yard. Zhang Xiaoqiang and Meow slept in the locked car. Although the mother and son asked them to sleep in the tent next to them, Zhang Xiaoqiang refused their kindness. In the tent, as long as they cut the fixed rope and lit a fire, there was a 50% chance that he and Meow would be buried in the fire.
It was already past 10 PM, and Meow, who had no entertainment, had already fallen asleep, but Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He leaned against the back of the chair, looking at the ravaged night sky outside the windshield, thinking about something. He didn't even want to smoke, and just sat there. After half an hour, with the help of the moonlight, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a head sticking out of the tent and looking at him.