They came to a crossroads.

"Just park here and let's hang the banner." Haizi said to the man driving the vehicle.

Crunch——

The vehicle stopped, and several cars behind it also stopped one after another.

boom!

Haizi pushed open the car door and knocked a zombie outside the door to the ground.

Pull out your spear and stab the zombie who was knocked to the ground by the car door to death.

Phew!

The zombie who came after hearing the sound was directly pierced through the head by his spear.

Before he got out of the car, he had already seen through the rearview mirror that there were not many zombies outside.

Recently, perhaps because the weather is too hot, there are far fewer zombies wandering outside during the day than before.

There were only a dozen zombies, but they were quickly dispatched with weapons.

Haizi pulled out the spear from the head of a zombie and said to the brothers behind him:

"Nail the banner between those two trees."

As he spoke, he pointed to the woods on the roadside more than ten meters away.

"Okay Brother Hai."

Several people took down the banners from the car, then climbed up the two big trees and nailed them to the trees.

The banner was tightened and the text on it was revealed.

Time is tight, and they don't have much time to adjust their position here, as long as they can see it.

Then they got in the car and left here.

Wait until ten minutes after they leave.

A dozen people came out of the woods.

The dozen or so people were wearing tattered clothes, with sallow complexions and thin muscles, and looked malnourished.

One of the men wearing a worn-out peaked cap stood under the banner, raised his head and read the words above, his face changed color in shock.

There were only two women in the crowd.

The rest were all men, with one half-grown boy.

This little boy's eyes revealed a maturity that was beyond his age.

"Brother Ye, are we going?" A woman standing next to the peaked cap held a mace in her hand and her body was muscular.

The man in the peaked cap lowered his head and thought for a few seconds.

Looking in the direction of Oil City, they are a team of survivors living near Xinyang.

I have never heard of Oil City before.

In the apocalypse, there is no information, and the distance may be more than ten kilometers. If you don't go to see each other, you won't know what's going on there.

The first time they heard about Oil City was a few months ago.

A large number of vehicles came out to collect and transport construction materials, and then they saw the content on the banner and learned about the existence of the Oil City Trading Market.

This time, although the banner is still there, the content has been changed.

"I don't know if it's true or not. Lao Feng, please go to Oil City in the next two days and see if anyone goes in."

After hearing what Brother Ye said, Lao Feng nodded and said:

"Okay, but Brother Ye, if this news is true, should we go?"

The man in the peaked cap sighed and said:

"If it's really as scary as what's said here, maybe there's a way to survive if we enter that trading market. We're just afraid they're going to do the Immortal Jump."

"Not that much."

Old Feng thought about it and said: "We are so poor and useless, what do they want from us?"

The man wearing a peaked cap looked up and down Old Feng's body.

The meaning in the eyes is self-evident.

It has been almost five years since the end of the world, and collecting supplies has become increasingly difficult.

But at this time, the human body becomes material.

It may become food or it may become a slave.

Each of them has some unforgettable past and a painful experience.

Later, it was because Brother Ye led them that they slowly came together and got to where they are now.

"Let's go!" Brother Ye looked at the banner and then wrote down the time.

He led everyone into the mountains and forests.

at the same time.

The other side.

On a road dozens of kilometers away from Oil City.

A team of transport workers hung banners in the windows of houses along the road.

The house is in dilapidated condition.

Looking at the crumbling house, Zhang Rufeng said to the ghost head next to him:

"Just hang it here, I think it's quite eye-catching."

Guitou clapped his hands and wiped the dust off his hands.

Look at the banner hanging outside the room on the second floor of this three-story building.

The ghost-headed eyes thought:

"Unexpectedly, our Da Zhangshu base has a sense of social responsibility and reminds survivors to pay attention to natural disasters."

Zhang Rufeng glanced at him and said:

"That's what happens when the base gets bigger. Besides, do you think our Da Zhangshu Base still has any rivals?"

Forehead....

Hearing what Zhang Rufeng said, Guitou didn't have much to say in reply.

They have not always stayed here in Oil City. They have been staying at the headquarters base before, and they have some understanding of the strength of the headquarters base.

And they also came from the southwest before.

I have seen with my own eyes the combat teams at the headquarters base, driving armored vehicles and tanks, knocking out the fraud gangs that had spread over from Southeast Asia.

Seeing that Guitou stopped talking, Zhang Rufeng clapped his hands and said to everyone:

"Get in the car and go."

Everyone gets on the bus.

The moment the vehicle started, Zhang Rufeng looked at the hanging banner and narrowed his eyes.

I sighed in my heart: Years of natural disasters and terrifying zombies have killed too many people.

After this natural disaster, it is estimated that even fewer people will survive.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the bigger and stronger Da Zhangshu Base will be advertised to the world.

In order to give human civilization more opportunities.

only....

I thought of the Western Alliance and Gan Xiong's persecution of the Zhang family.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It’s a pity that even in these apocalyptic times, people still want to fight each other.

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Who is he? It's not his turn to think about these things.

Vehicles were speeding past, and one of the places they were going to was a quarry.

Before the end of the world, that quarry was a relatively large-scale quarry.

After the end of the world, this quarry will still exist.

.....

As many transport personnel carried banners and broadcasts, they dispersed to various places.

More and more survivors are aware of thunderstorm disasters.
To be continued...