Thousands of displaced people

In addition, there are some groups guarding some large reservoirs, or near the great rivers.

Because there are still some water sources that haven't completely dried up.

So we can still grow some crops and barely survive.

Some of them, more kind, to help these survivors, but this huge flow of survivors, completely impact these groups.

In the flow of hungry people, there is no morality, no system, the day before, thank you for giving food, gratitude.

After a day came again to ask for food, and finally did not get food, and suddenly became enemies, there was a fierce fight.

The conversion between benefactor and foe.

But on a packet of bread.

Can not continue to give him benefits, is the enemy.

Habit formation, no longer help him, become an enemy.

People are mean, that's what it is.

This, so that the already precarious base, under the siege of this surge of survivors and refugees, finally breached.

Among them, there is a force next to Poyang Lake with a population of more than 100 people, and their leader was once a soldier named Zhou Wulu.

After the outbreak of the end times, the army was scattered.

Finally, with a few brothers, came here, through this nearly a year of rest and development, the population continues to increase.

The overall strength was increased a lot, and even some walls were built. But the height of the wall is not high, only two or three meters, can only slightly block the zombies.

On that day, there was an influx of survivors from the north.

These survivors refugees, pale and thin, described haggard, radiating a smell.

Among them, they saw a mother and daughter in the crowd, poor and weak.

In the faith of a former soldier, his heart was compassionate, so that he could simply give a little food, and then these survivors and refugees left.

A day later, the survivors who had left returned, bringing more survivors with them.

Looking at the dense crowd, his scalp tingled.

Judging by the crowd, there must be 1,500 people.

He was shocked that after the outbreak of the end times, in the wake of the zombie epidemic, many humans were bitten and assimilated by zombies.

It was the first time he had seen so many people.

In fact, it can be understood, because the national population base is here, although there is no one in ten, the population is still very large. These people are hiding everywhere. With each wave of zombies, the number dwindles.

After the rainstorm, the continuous hot and high temperature gave humans a chance to breathe, at least there would be no zombie attack.

So a lot of humans have come out, but followed by the food crisis, in the high temperature weather, the food that could have been stored for a longer time, are smelly insects, which has increased the pressure of survival.

They were forced out to find food.

More and more people came out, and eventually merged into a stream of people.

There are no leaders. There are only survivors.

There is no hope, only despair.

...

...

For now.

These people obviously hope that Zhou Wulu and others can help them.

Ask for food!

People, more and more, gathered under that wall, looking at each other.

Zhou Wulu, order the team to stand ready to resist the onslaught of these men.

Here is their hope of survival.

Behind them, some vegetables are planted, some crops, which will be ripe in a month or two, and these are their hopes of continuing to live.

He... didn't want to be destroyed by these surviving vagrants.

The crowds are overwhelming.

A group of people, because they're hungry, won't be afraid of zombies, and if there's a chance of survival, they'll go crazy.

One of them shouted at Zhou Wulu: "Captain Zhou, we don't want much, we just want to beg for mouthfuls, we are really going to starve." Save us."

Others nearby chimed in:

"Yes, save us. I beg you. Good Samaritan."

"Help us. My son has not eaten for three days and is starving to death."

"Open the door and let us in."

"Captain Zhou, let us in."

Every sound becomes a torrent.

Sound waves vibrate, hum.

Captain Zhou, after hearing it inside, his face was livid and extremely ugly.

If we open the gates, these refugee survivors will break through, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Ten seconds.

20 seconds.

One minute.

The people outside the door, did not hear captain Zhou's reply.

He began to speak less politely.

"How can you be so selfish? How can you watch a 3-year-old starve to death? No humanity !!!!"

"We don't really want much, just a mouthful of food, as long as we can survive."

"Yes, you are too much!"

"To occupy such a good position and not be willing to help others."

"A dog in the manger. Get in!"

"Get in!"

"Get in!"

"Get in!"

Finally, the three words "punch in" become a unified voice.

It was very loud, the roar of over a thousand people.

Shake the clouds.

In Zhou Wulu's heart, he was extremely regretful at this moment. He had known that when the first person came, he should not have helped him. After helping him, there would be a second, a third, and a fourth

It's endless.

I'm about to turn blue with regret.

Thunk!

There was a sound, and the door shook.

Then, on the wall, there were dozens of people, just climbing up.

Zhou Wulu saw this and shouted directly: "Fight back!"

Inside the wall, more than 100 people, armed with spears, held out against those who jumped from the wall.

Poof! FLLLLRRRRP! FLLLLRRRRP!

Over and over again, the sound of flesh being pierced by sharp spears.

But the people outside the walls, they're still crazy.

Like an arrowroth, he's trying to get inside the wall.

Zhou Wulu had a gun, but so long after the explosion, no bullets. At this time, he also took a long knife and cut down a man who had just broken in through the gate.

The wall is long, and without a hot fire base, it's basically hard to resist, these thousands of men.

There are ten times as many of them, and they're hungry.

These people are horrible.

Soon, as more and more people jumped into the wall, Zhou Wulu's side of the people began to suffer casualties.

The gate is broken!

It's like the tide is pouring in, madly squeezing people in.

When these people come in, they go straight indoors, they go looking for food.

Some people see freshly pulled corn and start nibbling it.

Some people went straight into their houses and kept grabbing food.

On Zhou Wulu's side, some people tried to escape with food in their arms, but were directly tackled by this group of displaced people.

Among them, the homeless.

One man, who was at the forefront, was lucky not to be killed by a spear.

When I first entered the house, I found the place where the food was stored, and there were many people behind me.

He kicked away the woman guarding the food, and then ran outside with a small bag of millet.

Several people in the back saw what he was holding in his arms and ran to snatch it.

He was thrown down, but still clinging to the millet in his arms.

Some of the guys next to him, they kicked and punched him. Still no food in his arms.

The last big rock hit him hard on the head.

Head tilted, blood flowing.

Dead.

He was not reconciled to the fact that his daughter and son, a kilometer away, were waiting for him to bring food back.

Zhou Wulu, now face blood.

I can't see any of my brothers. Some of the others who had joined him before were also dispersed by the crowd.

All of a sudden, the homeless and his people are all mixed together.

Can't tell.