"They are from the same village as me. There used to be seven of them. Two of them died in a fight with the men. I am their leader. I know what they are thinking, and they are thinking the same thing as me. Why do we have to live?
How good would it be to die? That would be the end of everything. But we want revenge, revenge for our men, revenge for our brothers. As long as you can really help us, my body is yours, and so are they. Only the six of us. You can't touch the rest. If you want us, just let us die … "
"Stop … Stop … Stop …" Zhang Xiaoqiang was shocked by the woman's words. It seemed like he had been described as a villain.
Was he so wicked?
"Now, you, tell me where they are. The rest has nothing to do with you. Yours, understand?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang strengthened his tone and slowly said to her. His meaning was very clear. He only wanted to kill those man-eating beasts. He was not interested in anything else.
"They don't have a fixed nest. They are always wandering around. We have fought with them a few times. We know where they are now. But you have to take us there. We want to take revenge with our own hands …"
"ON … ON … ON. You don't understand. I just want you to tell me where they are. You don't have to care about the rest …"
"Why … Why?
I know you look down on us. Let me tell you, we are not afraid. We have killed many people … "
Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted the woman's hysteria. He looked into her eyes and said seriously, "You and your companions are now my captives. Don't forget your identity. According to the current world, you are my property. Everything you have is mine. Your lives are also mine. I won't touch your bodies, but you have to listen to me."
Hearing this, the woman was speechless. So many of them had been killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Naturally, she could not be stubborn. The woman bit her lips and stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look at them.
On the road on the small plain, a convoy of several military vehicles was driving toward them. The one driving at the front was the Warrior that Zhang Xiaoqiang had been in before.
"Reporting to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Second Lieutenant Huang Quan has brought 30 combat members to report for duty. Please instruct."
Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to Huang Quan's energetic report. Behind Huang Quan, the team members walked down one after another. When the team members wearing World War II uniforms, carrying Type-56 rifles and wearing M1 helmets stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to look at the women behind him.
The women were not frightened by Zhang Xiaoqiang's murderous aura. They seemed to be more concerned about the number of members. Seeing that there were only 30 members in total, they were obviously disdainful.
This time, Zhang Xiaoqiang was completely speechless. He looked at the female leader and said, "You and I will go find Bai Xiao. The rest of you, get in the car …"
"How much further?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sitting in the back seat, could not help but ask the woman beside him. The sky was starting to darken, and he hoped to arrive before nightfall.
"It's not far. Stop the car at the intersection in front. If we go any further, we will be seen by them."
Hearing her words, Zhang Xiao Qiang started to check his equipment. When he was checking his Desert Eagle, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
"Can you give me a gun?"
"You don't even know how to shoot, why do you need a gun?" Zhang Xiaoqiang rejected the woman's request with disdain.
"I want to take revenge. The guy in front knows how to shoot, but I still caught him alive. How to use a gun depends on the person's hands."
When Huang Quan, who was driving, suddenly heard what the woman said about him, his blood rushed to his head and he almost drove the car into a ravine by the side of the road.
Feeling the car shaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang glared at the front and shouted, "Drive properly, learn to be brave after being ashamed …"
"Why don't I see many people?
Didn't you say there are more than a hundred people? Where are they? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang and his team members were lying on a pile of strange rocks, stretching their necks to look at a small village in front of them. The woman was holding a military knife that Zhang Xiaoqiang had given her.
"I saw a lot of people yesterday. Did they go out to hunt?"
"Hunt?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little confused. After the apocalypse, there were still wild animals that could be hunted?
"It's to catch and eat people. They usually go in groups of ten and hunt separately. At night, they will return. When the people in this area are almost eaten, they will change to another place …"
"Motherf * cker, these bastards."
Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed in his heart. He raised his right hand and pointed at the small village below. The team members behind him moved. Ten people slowly moved from the left to the back of the village, ten people moved to the right, and the remaining ten people lay on the ground without moving. They and Zhang Xiaoqiang were on guard in the pile of rocks.
"Why don't you go up?
Are you afraid? "
The woman's ridicule entered his ears. Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored her and made a hand signal to the back. Two members carrying heavy machine guns went to Zhang Xiaoqiang's left and set up the machine guns.
There were not many people in the small village. There were only about 20 people walking around outside. These people were constantly walking around. Only a few of them were carrying rifles. The rest were empty-handed. Many of them were sitting together playing poker. Seeing that the sky was about to turn dark, Zhang Xiaoqiang was too lazy to wait any longer.
As time passed, the originally quiet small village was filled with the sound of gunfire and flames. Countless fluorescent bullets were fired from the back of the small village towards the people gathered around the card table. These people were stunned by the sudden attack. A man holding a card looked at the direction of the bullets in surprise. A bullet hit the card in his hand and pierced through his chest.
He lay on the ground and coughed non-stop. Layers of bloody foam were spat out as he coughed. He looked at the sky listlessly. In his line of sight, countless tiny bloody foam was flying down from his head.
A man screamed loudly and flipped over the wooden table in front of him. He wanted to lower his body and hide. The slightly worn card on the edge flew in the air. The bullets blew the card in the air into pieces before hitting the wooden table. The messy wood fibers flew off the table that was full of holes. Blood, bright red blood, formed a small stream of blood that flowed out from the edge of the wooden table.
The men carrying guns were in a panic removing the rifles on their backs. A series of gunshots rang out from behind them. Blossoms of blood burst out from their bodies. They fell to the ground with their bodies twitching. Their lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ground below them. Even in death, they did not understand why the bullets came from behind them.
There was no discipline, no organization, not even resistance. Zhang Xiaoqiang's team members were carrying out a relaxed massacre. Those who ran and screamed were the first to be shot in the back. Those who buried their heads in the ground and ignored the people around them were tied up and chased to the side.