"Captain Knight... Let's use the radio channel to ask for help. Brothers really can't hold on!" A Templar wiped the sweat from his face, raised his head and said to the foggy eyes.

But Wuyan just shook his head. If he used the open World Radio Channel to ask for help... what he was waiting for might not be reinforcements from the Mutual Aid Association, but those large consortiums that regarded Mutual Aid Association as thorns in their eyes. The real reinforcements may even be attacked by the enemy on the road.

If you stick to it, you will definitely end up with annihilation. These zombies cannot be killed at all. Moreover, with the fierce battle, more and farther zombies are still being attracted by a steady stream of people.

There is still a glimmer of hope for now, which is to find a way to break through!

Looking at the zombies all over the mountains and fields, to be honest... the chance of breaking through is not much higher than the five million lottery tickets you can buy in the old era...

But it's better than waiting for death here to end.

For some reason, Wuyan suddenly thought of the pagan who led his people to surround the radiation area a few days ago. He had no idea. Not long after, he stood in the position of the besieged.

"Everyone, pay attention to ammunition and supplies, and be prepared for breaking through!" Wuyan ordered loudly. When they heard this, everyone looked shaking. They knew very well what the meaning of breaking through was - among these dozens of people, not one of them could return to the City of Steel alive.

"Supporting light and heavy machine guns, the others brought all the ammunition, threw down all the cumbersome things, and prepared grenades and melee weapons. Sooner or later, we will have to fight with these monsters!" Wuyan continued, and at the same time he jumped off the roof, dragged out an arms box on the back seat of an off-road vehicle, kicked it away - it was full of "Divine Punishment One" fragmented grenades produced by the City of Steel.

The gap in guns and cannons in the City of Steel is not very large, so Mutual Aid will first repair several production lines for manufacturing ammunition. A player from an engineer used scrap metals everywhere in the City of Steel to process this special fragmented grenade named "Divine Punishment Type 1".

The internal filling of the Divine Punishment Grenade is irregular sharp metal fragments and high explosives. In addition to the shortcomings of unstable power due to charging problems, the metal fragments flying around during the explosion are enough to tear open the skin of the F-level mutant creatures, and when dealing with zombies, they even explode a large number of them.

Before, zombies were outside the range of the grenade throwing, and these boxes of grenades were useless, but now if you want to break through, you still have to rely on the power of these grenades.

Wuyan grabbed three grenades and stuffed them into the pocket of his tactical vest. Several nearby Templars also leaned over, and each of them got a few grenades.

The vehicles that can be operated in the toll station include a pickup truck, an off-road vehicle, two modified vans with steel plates and wire mesh on the outside, and a SUV. In the wasteland, the most common and comfortable sedan in the old era was the type of vehicle that was least popular among players. The reason is that the car has too little space, without collision, and its adaptability to the road surface is not very good.

There are a total of five vehicles, but there are nearly a hundred players in the toll station, which means that almost half of them need to break through on foot...

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The camera turns back to the City of Steel, the South District of the Military Port, the Cathedral, the second floor.

"That is, you've been locked in this room by Saman since that night, and have you never been out?"

Yinfei nodded: "Well, only the Bishop has the key to the door... If... If... the Bishop wants... to... want... to me, he will come to my room by himself... There is an independent bathroom in the room, and people usually send food and drinking water from the opening of the door."

There is indeed a small door on Yinfei's room door, which is just the size of a pallet that allows for entry and exit of a pallet - but this design inexplicably reminds Qi Lin of the detention centers and prisons of the old era.

"Then when usually he comes to find you?" Qi Lin continued to ask.

"...I don't know... It depends on Lord Samman's mood. Sometimes he comes several times a day, and sometimes he doesn't come once a few days..." Although Yin Fei's face turned bloody and his voice was as thin as a mosquito, his words were quite clear.

"Then when was he last time and how long did he stay with you?"

Regarding this question, Yinfei hesitated for a long time before stuttering: "Last time was last evening, and I didn't leave until early this morning... I took a shower, went offline to have a meal, and then went online, just... "

"I met me, right? Tsk, from the evening to the early morning, this old guy is in good physical strength-" Qi Lin then noticed that there was a faint strange smell in the air in the room. He hadn't reacted yet, but now after Yin Fei said this, he realized that this was the smell that was evaporated after the body fluids of men and women were mixed.

After being teased by Qi Lin, Yin Fei lowered her head deeply and her eyes remained on the messy bed sheets. However, in this way, several unsightly traces on the bed sheets just came into her sight, making her even more embarrassed.

After five or six minutes, seeing that Qi Lin stopped asking questions, Yin Fei, who had recovered a little bit of normalcy, mustered up her courage, raised her head slightly, and looked at Qi Lin who was paced back and forth in the bedroom.

"You... are you going to... assassinate the Bishop?"

"What, if I say yes, are you going to stop me?" Qi Lin glanced at her.

"No, no..."

"Then are you falling in love with that old man?" Qi Lin tilted his head. Although this seems to be very unrestrained, it is not impossible - after all, as long as you know there is another term called "Stockholm Syndrome".

"How could it be! Me, how could I-"

"Then do you hate him?"

Now, Yinfei was silent.

After a long time, she said uncertainly: "I...I don't know... Although, at first, I really hated the Bishop very much, I hated his atrocities, his abuse and imprisonment... But later I thought, I couldn't escape anyway... In this world, women like me lived much worse than me... On the contrary, here, I can at least have no worries about food and clothing... I don't have to worry about one night when the mutant creatures will break into my residence..."

As he was talking, Yinfei suddenly sobbed and her thin shoulders thrust.

Qi Lin was a little silenced. This was indeed a situation he had not considered before. Yin Fei, as a girl with higher education and insisted on atheism, and was also subjected to Saman's atrocities, it was naturally impossible to believe in the bullshit master and nonsense of the Mutual Aid Association. However, this is just such a person, but she said that she did not hate her Bishop Saman, but was still used to her current life...

Qi Lin thought about it again and found that something was wrong... In this era, it is common for women to exchange their bodies for survival resources. From this perspective, Yin Fei is actually a very lucky guy...

This seems to be published, but it cannot be evidence that mutual aid will be sinful... Instead, it may attract a large group of women who think they are pretty to flock into the door of Samman's bedroom.
Chapter completed!