"I don't know who they are, and I don't know how many of them there are. They often come here to catch people, kill them, eat their meat, and leave after eating. They don't catch too many people, only one or two at a time. Sometimes, when they catch too many, they will let a few go. I was let go once. There aren't many people with guns, and every time they come out, they only bring a few with them. The rest of the people are armed with spears and spears."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that this group of people was not simple. They had their own goals and plans. They didn't catch too many people, and when they caught too many, they would release the people they caught. It was as if they kept the people in this mountain area on this barren rocky mountain. When they wanted to eat meat, they would come and kill them, and the other survivors would be left on this land to find food for themselves.
"Do you know where they came from?"
"They have a car and a dog that can find people. We will be found even if we hide, so we don't hide anymore. Instead, they like to eat people who hide …"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the hemostatic powder and handed it to one of the team members to apply it on the boy's wound. Then, he walked out. In his heart, he was already thinking about how to find this group of people and how to kill them.
Yang Ke-er, Yuan Yi, and Shanghai Qiaoyun all got out of the truck. Three team members with rifles stood guard in the distance. The truck driver handed a water bottle to the boy who was sitting on the side of the road and eating hardtack. The boy choked on the dry hardtack and rolled his eyes. He took the water bottle, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to the middle-aged woman who was sitting next to him.
The woman also choked and rolled her eyes. She took the canteen and gulped down the water. Then, she passed it to the boy beside her. The boy was as thin as a stick, and the woman looked sickly. It was a wonder how they managed to survive.
The boy wanted to return the water bottle to the driver, but the driver gave it to the boy. When the boy turned around, Zhang Xiaoqiang's words reached his ears.
"Do you want to be a soldier?"
The boy didn't know what to do. He turned to look at his mother. The driver, who was standing on the side, was anxious for him. Now the entire base knew that there was only one chance to be a soldier. If he missed this chance, he could only dream of being a soldier in his next life.
"I won't be supporting two people for nothing. Your mother is sick and can't work. You have to support two people by yourself. Your mother's medicine still depends on you. Only by being a soldier can you support your mother and treat her illness."
He also liked this filial boy very much. Seeing the boy look at him, he continued, "Even if you die, you will be a martyr. The base will support your mother for the rest of her life …"
"I … I will. As long as my mother's illness can be treated, even if you want me to kill someone, I will do it …"
Seeing the determination on the boy's face, the middle-aged driver smiled. Then, he looked at the boy and said, "You have to remember, in the outside world, if you don't kill people, others will kill you. You can't be lenient. If your mother wants to eat meat and use good medicine, she has to rely on you. Do you understand …"
Hearing the middle-aged driver instigating a pure child to kill people, Zhang Xiaoqiang was speechless. The driver was right. Zhang Xiaoqiang's people were almost all robbed. He had killed many people, including people outside the base, deserters, and rioters in the base. This was the way of the world now.
With the familiar guide leading the way, Zhang Xiaoqiang's team found more than 20 people one after another. These people were all old residents on this side. After searching for a while, they didn't find anyone who had eaten human flesh, so Zhang Xiaoqiang led them back.
It was still the same bumpy dirt road, and it was still the same monotonous stone mountain. Although they were already familiar with the road, their speed was even slower than when they came. The big truck behind them was full of people, and even the Fierce Soldier car was full of people. They were afraid that the car would roll over if they drove too fast, so they had to drive out of the mountain as fast as they could.
In order to save space, Yang Ke-er, who was sitting on Zhang Xiaoqiang's lap, kept complaining to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Today, apart from sleeping, she had been jolted back and forth by the car. It was so boring. Who else could she complain to other than Zhang Xiaoqiang?
As Yankel complained, the small village at the mouth of the canyon appeared in Zhang Xiaoqiang's sight. A few hours of hard work had finally come to an end.
"Brother Cockroach, including the people you brought back, we brought back a total of more than 400 people today. Among them, there are 17 or 18 children, ranging in age from 3 to 12. However, they are all so hungry that they have changed shape.
Zhang Huai'an stood beside Zhang Xiaoqiang and reported to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the hundreds of ragged men and women silently sitting on the ground and looking at the big pot of porridge in the distance.
"Oh right, the team members who went out today encountered something …"
Today, other than Zhang Xiao Qiang, the rest of the convoy had a great harvest. Some of the survivors on both sides of the road were lured out by the military vehicles that were honking their horns. The members of the military vehicles recorded the number of survivors, gave them some food and continued to move forward. In the process of searching, there were two small convoys that actually took a detour. They simply combined and continued to search.
In the end, they saw two groups of people exchanging information in a field. When they saw the military vehicles, they all ran away. The strange behavior of the survivors attracted the attention of the team members. As a result, several military vehicles surrounded them, and after a few gunshots, none of the survivors escaped.
The team members asked some of the captives, but no one dared to say anything. Zhang Xiaoqiang's team members weren't the People's Liberation Army. They wouldn't say anything if they couldn't take a few shots …
More than 40 men and women squatted in a corner with their hands on their heads. In the corner, there was a heavy machine gun pointing at them. The smell of porridge spread to these people. Some of them raised their heads and sniffed the fragrance in the air. As they sniffed, some of them wanted to stand up.
"Ta, ta, ta, ta …" A stream of heavy machine gun bullets carved a row of uniform eye-catching holes on the brick wall beside these people. These people were hit in the face by the flying bricks. They covered their faces and fell to the ground, screaming in pain. The screams made those who raised their heads to smell the fragrance bury their heads even lower. Some of the more timid ones squatted on the ground, scared to the point that they peed their pants.
"It's them?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was serious as he stood beside a machine gun and looked at these people squatting on the ground. He didn't blame his team members for shooting.
"Yes, it's them. We didn't know what to do with them, so we caught them all."
Zhang Huai'an glanced at the dozens of men and women and spat on the ground beside him. Obviously, he looked down on these people.
"Find their parents for me. I want to ask them if their hearts are really made of stone."
Two cowering women and a man with a panicked expression stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"What about the other one?
Aren't there four of them? "
"This, Zhang Xiaoqiang, it's like this. I've asked around, and the other one's parents are all dead. However, it's not easy to deal with someone from the same village, so this time, we're going to swap them all."
Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his hand and looked at the three people in front of him. These people were not old, and the oldest was not even 30 years old. Women in the village married very early, so it wasn't strange for them to have children of seven or eight years old.