Catastrophe

When Ning Zhe first heard the report, he thought it was bandits, because in this vast desert, except for hunters and bandits, almost no one would choose to come in and die, and the hunters could not be too large, so that Sentinel so nervous.

But when he climbed to the top of the dunes, he found that the team walking in the desert was actually a large number of refugees.

Those refugees were in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and thin skin. There were at least hundreds of them.

The sun was scorching hot, and people kept falling.

"What's the smell? It smells!"

"Someone! Someone over there!"

"saved!"

"...!"

Among the crowd, who was the first to smell the food being cooked in the expedition camp, the group cheered up again and began to move towards the sand dunes where the camp was located.

"Da da da!"

The gunshots started, and Ye Peng led the team to the sand dunes.

When the refugees saw the mercenaries in uniform and armed with live ammunition appearing from behind the dunes, they were all stunned.

The refugees have a deep-seated fear of fortress people.

An old man in the crowd looked at the grandmother beside him, and his voice was so weak that only he could hear it: "Wife, do you still have anything to eat?"

An old woman with sunken eyes turned over her empty bag, stepped forward and pleaded, "Gentlemen, give me something to eat! My old man is dying of starvation!"

"Nothing, get out now! Stay away from us!" A mercenary raised his face without any sympathy, and the sound of pulling the bolt from the team came one after another.

Xie Guangkun was also standing behind the dunes at the moment. He walked out of the fortress for the first time and was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him. He couldn't bear to look at Ye Peng: "Captain Ye, give them some food. These people are so pathetic."

Ye Peng's face was expressionless, and he had no sympathy for the refugee groups who kept falling down: "Professor, the bed bugs in these refugee areas are all inferior races, and they are insatiable. If you give one, you will attract a group. We don't know what to do yet. How long to go, food can't be wasted on them."

"Gudong!"

At the same time, the starving old man fell weakly to the ground, and the old woman also turned around and went back to support him. Although she was sad, she couldn't shed tears because of the lack of water: "Old man! You must persevere, if something happens to you , how can I live!"

"Wife, if I die, I must find my grandson. If we adopt him, we must be responsible to the end..." The old man stretched out his withered palm and held the old woman's wrist: "I... I'm sorry to you!"

Seeing this scene, Ning Zhe was suddenly moved. He is a very hard-hearted person, but the old man's words reminded him of Mr. Lin who adopted him back then. After hesitating for a moment, Ning Zhe stepped forward and took off a water bladder. , and handed two bean cakes to the old woman.

On the other side of the camp, Tu Shi saw Ning Zhe's movements from a distance, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "This kid is a bit funny, he himself is reluctant to eat the food he brought, but he has to share it with others!"

Ren Jiao looked at those miserable refugees, and although she felt sympathy, she didn't do anything, staring at Ning Zhe's back and said, "Sympathy is overflowing, it will cause him trouble, this kind of person lives in the refugee area. not long."

"Sir, give us some too!"

"Please! My mother is starving to death!"

"Save my daughter!"

"I'll exchange my wife for a bowl of water with you!"

"...!"

Perhaps it was Ning Zhe's actions that made others see hope, and the refugees surrounded him again.

"Pfft!"

Ning Zhe took out the knife from his waist and stabbed it roughly on the sand next to him: "You guys don't have any food, so you won't be starved to death immediately, but if someone continues to come forward, I will definitely kill him!"

A group of refugees stared at Ning Zhe in a mercenary costume and froze in place.

Seeing this scene, Ren Jiao shrugged slightly to Tu Shi and said, "What I just said, don't say anything."

The old woman gave the old man a few sips of water, and found that his complexion had softened, thanked Ning Zhe repeatedly, and prepared to pack up the food and water: "Young man! Thank you! I will never forget your great kindness and virtue! "

"You must finish what I gave you now!" Ning Zhe interrupted the old woman's movements: "Others saw what I gave you to eat. If you save food, you will die because of it."

"Good! Good!" The old woman woke up like a dream and began to feed her wife.

Ning Zhe was a little curious when he saw the old couple devoured, "Who are you? Why did you come to the desert?"

"We belonged to Fort No. 88. There was a swarm of insects over there. Those beetles were as big as human heads, and they would bite when they saw people. The troops in the city came out to take care of them at first, but they found that the insects were not easy to deal with, so they retreated. , began to stick to the fortress, we abandoned refugees, we can't run away!" The old man mentioned this matter, his eyes were still full of fear: "Many refugee villages on our side have been wiped out because of this. Insect plague, we can only choose to run to No. 87. At the beginning, there were thousands of people in the team, but every day it was reduced. We walked for dozens of days, and there are only a few people left... Young man, you know How far is Fort 87?"

"Go to the northwest. At your speed, it will take two more days." As Ning Zhe spoke, he took out a handful of beetles from his bag, stuffed it into the old man's hands quietly, and then turned to leave.

Ning Zhe had heard of insects and beasts attacking human beings, but it was a long, long time ago, and it was because of this that countless fortresses rose up. He thought that the insects were just a Legend has it that there are still ~www.readwn.com~ wolves attacking people and insects slaughtering villages. Recently, there seem to be more and more strange things happening in the wasteland.

Just as Ning Zhe turned around, Fatty Li also ran from behind with some food in his arms: "Brother Zhe, I took some more food, do you want to share it with them?"

"No need!" Ning Zhe shook his head slightly, dragged Fatty Li and started to walk back: "We can't save so many people, all of them have been drenched by acid rain, and various diseases will soon occur. Look, even if these people can really eat a full meal, it will be difficult for them to get out of the desert. In the end, less than one tenth of the people who can survive to Fort 87 should be less than one tenth.

...

As night fell, a bonfire was set up on the campsite, and the aroma of the canned food drifted toward the refugees. Finally, someone couldn't help but want to storm the campsite. With a burst of gunshots and a few fallen corpses, the night fell silent again.

The whole night was not peaceful. The night in the desert was very cold. People in the refugee camp began to fight for clothes. At the same time, there were women crying that they had lost their children.

Losing the child in this situation reminded Ning Zhe of Zhuo Mingyuan, who went mad because of eating five-fingered sheep.

The situation was as expected by Ning Zhe. When the morning sun rose the next day, there were at least a hundred corpses left behind because of the cold and disease where the refugees were.

In order to prevent the refugees from being extremely hungry and demented from attacking the camp, the convoy set off at dawn, and the refugees swarmed up and began to pick up garbage, and some even started to eat the charcoal left in the campfire.

The one percent survival rate has made countless people risk their lives to escape.

But if they don't escape, they don't even have this one percent hope.

This is wasteland. ?

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