Apocalypse Cockroach

“The rules here are actually the same as ours, as long as the cannibals are tied up and thrown ashore to feed the fish, I guess, for fear of causing panic for others. ”

“Well... this is more like it. Those guys are kind of human. Zhang Huai 'an, don't embarrass them too much in the future. We always have to go. We can set up an office here. Forget it, don't think so far. Captain Huang, you go on...”

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer interrupted himself, Huang Tingwei continued to speak, but the speed of speech began to accelerate, allowing Zhang Xiaoqiang to come and go from time to time, seemingly speaking about the dark.

Those abandoned are tragic, people starve to death every day, and some young children are abandoned to starve to death, either harshly or their parents are waiting to starve to death, while some women of colour are in the flesh trade, visiting them armed by forces temporarily unable to starve.

Speaking of which, Huang Tingwei's expression is a bit strange.

It seems that women who sell meat do not live well either, as sheltered women also start selling meat, in connection with food relief being cut again.

Food relief in former gatherings was 150 grams per person per day, abandoned 50 grams per day, now 100 grams per person per day, abandoned for three days and possibly only 50 grams per day.

Protective work is built from time to time in gatherings, and some men are given the opportunity to work, with a daily grain harvest of at least 250 grams and at most 400 grams, so that men in gatherings live better than women, of course, only men are given the opportunity to work and men are sheltered by the forces.

This has resulted in women going to the lake with those abandoned to find food, which is dangerous and where there is little power to clean up the big fish, resulting in high mortality rates among women in the gathering places.

There's food in the Great Lakes. The leaders of the gatherings were clear, and they tried to clean it up. Unfortunately, the method they used was the most brutal, the rocket launchers killed more than a dozen of them, the others were helpless. Finally, they themselves suffered heavy casualties, and the bodies of the big fish were not grabbed, and the big fish were not used to wasting food.

The gathering place was formerly a peninsula, now a small island, and the land connection was artificially dug into a ten metre wide river, connected to other waterways, isolated the gathering place, afraid that the gathering place people would go out to find food to bring back the powerful zombies, they simply blew up two bridges to the WH city.

After the bridge was blown up, they built a wall six metres high and four metres wide, surrounding the entire assembly area, and the emergence of big fish sealed off the side near the Great Lakes, and hundreds of thousands of people wanted to bury their heads in the sand they thought was safe, like ostriches, until the convoy arrived.

After Huang Tingwei finished his remarks, Zhang Xiaoqiang was joyful. How can he not be saddened by the fact that the former WH gathering place was a sacred place in his heart, his ideal shelter and his ultimate goal. Now the shelter has become a dangerous room in a storm?

Xi, he accidentally became the leader of one party, lucky enough, found two armouries, found a hidden missile base, had the basic money to survive, at least don't have to suffer that.

“Zhang Huai 'an, go to the logistics team and cut their food supply by half. Tell them not to summon others. We don't have much food, one more of them, and they eat less. ”

Upon hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's determination, Zhang Huaian was surprised. He knew the material condition of the motorcade best. Before and after they found it, the material collected was enough for 200 people to use it for two years. Let alone the 400 people, which is to summon another 400 people they can also supply. Why did Zhang Xiaoqiang cut the material supply by half, and why refuse others to join?

“Brother Cockroach, are we getting enough supplies? There are still tens of thousands of rifles on our base that nobody uses. Look, aren't we..."

“No...” Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his right hand to interrupt Zhang Huaian's inquiry. His eyes were complicated and he leaned softly on the back of the wheelchair and looked agnostically at the top of the tent, half-sounding, Zhang Xiaoqiang depressedly said:

“Our food is enough for ourselves, but do you know which survivors are waiting to die of hunger? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang held the armrest of the wheelchair tightly in his hands. He sat up straight and stared at Zhang Huaian's disturbed old face, saying word for word:

“At least 10,000, at least 10,000, maybe 20,000, maybe 30,000, do you think they'd give up so easily if they knew there was hope? When they find out their last hope is gone, they won't be angry? Tens of thousands of people are angry. Can we bear it? Will the leaders of those forces be kind enough to help us cope with the problems caused by our own stupidity? No, they won't. They'll just stamp our hearts so hard! ”

Zhang Huai 'an leaned pale on the back of the chair, his clothes were sweaty and cold. Almost exhausted the convoy because of the thoughts of his old good man, if the leader of the convoy was really him.

Huang Tingwei was silent on one side, and he didn't say anything. He knew that the gathering place was the most painful, the most tragic of all, children died every day from hunger or for some other reason. There were thousands of such children, and they were described as minors by Huang Tingwei in a slight way.

Huang Tingweixin suffered twice as much as Zhang Huaian. His philosophy of loyalty to Zhang Xiaoqiang was that Zhang Xiaoqiang would treat every child well. He was a teacher, he loved those children, and he threw himself out for the rest of his life, didn't he?

Thousands of children today struggle on the lifeline, their youngest four or five years old, their oldest twelve or three years old, their eyes numb, their bones lean, their heartache to see their Huang Tingwei, his countless attempts to gather them back to the camp, give them clean water, give them clean clothes and give them the food they need most.

But he couldn't, the convoy arrived at first sight, everything was strange, and he believed that once the thousands of children were taken in, countless survivors would find the convoy to demand admission, and with the front lines, survivors who couldn't be taken in would be angry because of despair, and only other forces would provoke their anger, with which they could uproot the convoy.

Zhang Huai 'an said those words, he did not stop them. He wanted to see whether Zhang Xiaoqiang had accepted the courage and confidence of tens of thousands of people. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang refused, he did not taste a feeling of disappointment.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not see the disappointment in Huang Tingwei's eyes, he looked at Zhang Huaian seriously said:

“I escaped from home, and I only had a gun made of a water pipe, a hammer, a sniper crossbow, and I didn't have enough food for a week, and a D2 made me climb up the eighth floor from the outer wall, and I jumped from the fifth floor to the floor, what do you think of me now?

Do I use a weapon or a hammer? Am I still scared of D2? Why do people live? Isn't there hope? We can't help you today. We can't help you later. Come on, step by step... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was exclaimed, half inspiring words sparked expectations between Zhang Huaian and Huang Tingwei, their fighting spirit was re-energized, they will work for the goal in their heart.