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Qiu Guorui's decisiveness and cold-bloodedness immediately frightened those who were still a little bit tempted.

 Zhou Yuanqiang would never be a bit weak when killing zombies, even though they were once human beings. But Zhou Yuanqiang had never had such an idea between people. The first time he saw it was the little girl when he just arrived at the settlement. Counting this time, it was only the second time he witnessed the killing between people. So looking at the more than 20 people who died because of a level 4 zombie, the whole person was a little stupid and at a loss.

 Qiu Guorui usually looks very gentle, but when he is angry, his whole face is distorted, like the god of death from hell, especially after killing a few people, under the rendering of the atmosphere, it has become more vicious, which makes people feel a sense of awe.

 Zombies don't care about any changes in you humans. Driven by their instincts, they began to pile up and climb up to the truck.

 A level 3 zombie stepped on the moving ordinary zombies and climbed onto the truck in a few steps. But before it could take further action, the sound of a sniper rifle rang out, and its head was blown to pieces, flying everywhere, splashing the mercenaries nearby with smelly black liquid. The one who fired the shot was Zhao Hongyuan. Even when the entire position was in chaos, he still calmly stared at the entire zombie group, looking for possible danger points.

 "Why don't you shoot the zombies down?"

 Qiu Guorui's roar woke up the stunned mercenary leaders. They woke up as if from a dream, and shouted and drove their men to launch a new round of attacks, killing and driving away the zombies that had just gained the upper hand. A group of two or three thousand zombies was killed by more than a dozen level 3 zombies and one level 4 zombie. The proportion of high-level zombies was relatively high. Without the threat of high-level zombies, ordinary zombies are naturally no match for humans.

In just half an hour, the last zombie that could still stand on the battlefield had its head blown up accurately and lay down softly.

 Standing on the rock pillar, what caught my eyes was a sea of ​​black zombie corpses. Most of them had their heads blown off, and a few were crippled by gunfire, lying in the sand and struggling. There were nearly three thousand zombies, filling the entire sand. Some zombies' clothes were burned by friction, turning into wisps of black smoke, adding a bit of post-war battlefield atmosphere.

 Qiu Guorui slid down the rock pillar, stepped on the corpses of zombies, and occasionally shot at the heads of zombies that were not yet dead, shouting: "Everyone listen, smash the heads of each zombie, be careful not to be scratched by their sharp nails and bones, so as not to be infected."

 It was the first time that Zhou Yuanqiang saw zombie corpses of this scale, especially since these zombies looked so strange, as if they were the incarnation of the devil, which made him feel uncomfortable in his stomach, and his throat was rolling, almost vomiting.

 Most of the mercenaries are veterans. Their predecessors were corpse hunters. They are of course the best at collecting crystals after the battle. However, with the situation just now, Qiu Guorui didn't want to cause any more trouble. He simply asked them to assign people from each team of mercenaries to clean up the battlefield. In this way, no one can hide the harvested crystals.

 Zhou Yuanqiang, who forced himself to be calm, carried a sniper rifle, returned to the pickup truck with a pale face, and sat weakly on the passenger seat.

 He was a little surprised. After all, there were only a hundred people, but they had to face the siege of nearly three thousand zombies. Could it be that Ren Xinyun, a weak woman, would not be afraid? Seeing her eyes closed to rest, it seemed that she didn't regard this place as a battlefield, but a time to rest. Zhou Yuanqiang shook his head. It can be seen that he was too naive. The scale of two or three thousand zombies is simply a small unit. If he encountered a zombie group of hundreds of thousands, and there was no end in sight, wouldn't he be scared silly?

 Knowing that Zhou Yuanqiang was back, Ren Xinyu opened her eyes, smiled, and said sadly: "I'm used to it. It's useless for me to worry. If you can stop them, I'm safe. If you can't stop them, what's the point of me worrying? In this wasteland, we will all die."

 It takes a while to collect nearly three thousand zombies. Fortunately, they are quick. They can find crystals by just scratching their disgusting heads a few times.

 It took three hours for the convoy to set off. The harvest was gratifying. At least it earned back the money for today's ammunition, and there would be some surplus. These crystals will be shared equally with all the mercenaries present, and it has nothing to do with Zhou Yuanqiang, the employer. But with this harvest, the atmosphere was still a little depressing. The mercenaries of more than a hundred people lost one-fifth of their manpower in just a small encounter, and more than 20 people fell on the road forever. It can't be said that it was not heavy.

 This result was unexpected by no one.

 Among the more than 20 people who died, the mercenary team of the truck attacked by the level 4 zombies was completely wiped out, and even the captain was not spared. Although it was a bit cold-blooded and ruthless, for Zhou Yuanqiang, it was undoubtedly a profit in terms of money, at least saving the commission of this team. But from another perspective, Zhou Yuanqiang seemed to have lost again. Without the combat effectiveness of a team, the strength of the caravan would be reduced by a few points, weakening the caravan's protection ability.

 Faced with these data, Zhang Yixuan's face was very calm. He drove the car and said, "The casualty ratio is average, not very serious. At least we were not wiped out, right? When I hired them, Brother Qiu estimated that only one-third of the people could reach the Grand Canyon settlement directly. As long as there is a battle with the zombies, the high-level zombies among them will always bring some casualties, which is also inevitable."

 Zhou Yuanqiang is not cold-blooded and unkind, but he is very smart. In this zombie-ridden apocalypse, how could there be no deaths? If he can't even see this, he will be eliminated by this world sooner or later. Survival of the fittest, that's what it means.

 "Brother Zhang, I'm fine, thank you!"

 Now Zhou Yuanqiang has figured it out. His kindness is worthless in this apocalypse. He has too many secrets, and the things he took out are scarce commodities in the apocalypse. He can walk on a wire rope. If he is not careful, he may be killed by greedy people. In this world, you must learn a skill, which is cold-bloodedness.

 Zhou Yuanqiang, who let go of his worries, calmed his heartbeat and turned his head. "Going forward, there will be a remote road. The range of zombies should not be so large. It can reduce the risk of encountering zombies, right?"

 Ren Xinyu nodded and said, "Yes, the movement range of small groups of zombies will be very small, but large groups should not appear in such uninhabited places."

 In the next section, as Ren Xinyu said, there was not even a shadow of zombies. But the dirt road was not easy to walk on, and many places were covered with sand. We had to stop the convoy and work together to move some of the sand away. We stumbled and walked for the entire afternoon until dark, but we only walked 130 to 40 kilometers, half of the distance.