Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang started to think. At first, his convoy did not bother to search for supplies, because the supplies in the vehicles could last for half a month. With this half a month's supply, they should be able to reach WH City. However, the convoy in front was very generous with their bullets, but they were very stingy with their supplies. This was obviously not normal.
The destination of the convoy in front was obviously the same as Zhang Xiaoqiang's group, WH City. Zhang Xiaoqiang was obviously trying his luck by bringing the convoy to WH City, because he did not know anything about it. However, the convoy in front was different, their destination should be WH City. Could it be that they had some connection with WH City?
Did they know about the actual situation of WH City?
Ever since Zhang Xiaoqiang brought the survivors of the chicken farm to open up the hot spring base, he had not received any news about WH City. Previously, they told Zhang Xiaoqiang that the news was from five months ago. If that was the case, then there might have been some changes in WH City.
As for what changes, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know. His thinking was very simple, he only needed 2000 people to establish a foothold in the hot spring base, and they had killed close to 200,000 zombies. The population was a hundred times that of the hot spring base, and there was no lack of resources in WH City. So, they should be able to keep the millions of zombies at bay, right?
"Could it be that the situation in WH City is bad?
If that place is not stable, then why is the convoy in front heading towards WH City? "
The convoy passed through the quiet national highway, and the sound of the motors could be heard. Houses and abandoned cars were left behind, and Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sitting in the second vehicle of the convoy, was trying to guess the current situation of WH City.
"170,000 people, including the scattered people who went there, there should be at least 200,000 people. There should not be any old or weak people, and there should not be a lot of women and children. Based on this, there should be at least 120,000 to 150,000 adult men. Even if they only used cold weapons, how could they not deal with the slow moving zombies?
There shouldn't be a lack of resources right? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang could not understand, let alone 100,000 strong men, even if Zhang Xiaoqiang was given 5,000 men, with blades and shields, he could definitely take over the hot spring base. If he was given 10,000 men, he could take over J City. Even if there was a Z-Type, he would not be afraid. Even if he could not take them down, he could take them down slowly. Anyway, as long as the Z-Type did not escape, the number of zombies would decrease.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had fallen into a blind spot. To him, tens of thousands of zombies were nothing, at least Zhang Xiaoqiang had used the Bagua Formation to burn a hundred thousand zombies to death. The battle in the hills was fought head on, and he had killed 70,000 zombies. There were countless Type-2 zombies, two Z-Types, and one D3 zombie. This gave Zhang Xiaoqiang and his team a lot of confidence.
In the eyes of the combat members of the hot spring base, zombies were really nothing. They had seen all sorts of situations, and every time they went out to search, clearing the zombies in the houses became the training ground for the members. For the sake of their own lives, the members paid attention to training and teamwork. As time passed, the members developed the courage to fight the zombies.
If they were not afraid of fighting, why would they be afraid of him?
Hence, regardless of whether it was Zhang Xiaoqiang or his team members, they did not put the ordinary zombies in their eyes. To them, the zombies were just moving targets.
The courage of the members was nurtured by Zhang Xiaoqiang and his team members. With Zhang Xiaoqiang around, the members were fearless. Even when they were on the brink of death, surrounded by a D3 and a sea of zombies, they did not panic. This was because they believed in Zhang Xiaoqiang, and Zhang Xiaoqiang did not disappoint them.
Just like that, Zhang Xiaoqiang had unknowingly brought out a Power Soldier. Although it was not long, only half a year, these Power Soldiers were forged from blood and fire on the battlefield.
A comfortable environment would make people greedy for life and afraid of death, and a difficult environment would make people fearless. What kind of environment could be more difficult than the apocalypse?
Zhang Xiaoqiang used to be an otaku, a small character. After the apocalypse, he still thought of himself as a small character. Small characters always had self-awareness. Although he had achieved something that he did not even dare to dream of before, he did not become complacent. It was very simple, if even a small character like him could do it, then how far could the elites before the apocalypse have gone?
Zhang Xiaoqiang believed that the outside world had changed even more, and at the same time, it was more cruel. He had always thought that he was just lucky. If it was not for his dogshit luck of digging up the secret armory, he would not have been able to develop so quickly.
Ding Luo was an example. His skills were higher than Zhang Xiaoqiang's, and at the beginning, he had more than a dozen capable students following him. At the beginning, his development was smooth, but because they did not have firearms, they were forced to abandon their homes by the zombies. From the beginning, there were more than a thousand people, but in the end, there were only about six hundred left, and this did not include the hundreds of people who joined them along the way.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had once compared himself to Ding Luo, and in the end, he had to admit that he was indeed not as good as Ding Luo. If he was in Ding Luo's position, he would have been annihilated many times over. At most, he could only escape with his life.
Self-awareness was an advantage, but at the same time, it was a disadvantage. The disadvantage was that Zhang Xiaoqiang underestimated himself, although he had made great progress. At the beginning, he wanted to bring Yang Ke-er to Wuhan City simply to find a shelter. Now, it was the same. The small Wuhan City could no longer satisfy his need for safety, and to him, going overseas was a good choice. Two purposes, the same ostrich policy.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know that luck itself was a kind of ability, and even surpassed all other abilities. Zhang Xiaoqiang himself did not believe in luck, and the reason was simple. He started buying lottery tickets at the age of 20, and even until the age of 30, he had only won once. The only time that left a deep impression on him was when he won five dollars on his first ticket, and after that, he had never won again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not believe in luck, nor did he believe in himself. However, he believed that there was a reason for the convoy in front to collect supplies. If it was anything else, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not guarantee it, but when it came to collecting supplies, he and his team members could pretend to be experts.
The distance between J City and Wuhan City was not very far, only about 200 kilometers. This distance was neither long nor short, but the speed of the convoy was not fast. Not to mention the fact that they would encounter broken down cars from time to time, sometimes the road would be cut off by cars that collided with each other, so they could only take a detour.
Although they were not familiar with the small roads here, Zhang Xiaoqiang's convoy was always able to follow the traces of the troops in front of them. The white bones by the side of the road were the road markers. Just like that, the convoy moved slowly on the national highway, stopping from time to time to find a way. The sky was getting dark, and they were only halfway there.