Chapter 141: Eleven-Strike Killing Law

The survivors crowded in the warehouse cried out in surprise after hearing Han Feng's murderous declaration.

To draw out 100 people from among the survivors and kill them is almost the same as the eleven-draw killing law in the Roman period. The only difference is that in the eleven-draw killing law, everyone draws lots to decide their own fate, while Han Feng makes everyone's life and death completely in the hands of other survivors.

"Why do you do this? Our lives are our own. Let's go together and fight them!"

Faced with this decision, the survivors certainly couldn't resist at all. A strong man holding a 'long spear' rushed straight towards Han Feng with the weapon in his hand.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot.

Wang Yingyu, who had just poked his head out of the skylight of the Unimog RV, looked at the survivor who rushed towards Han Feng. Without any hesitation, he fired the semi-automatic rifle in his hand. The 7.62mm caliber bullet directly blew off the survivor's skull.

"This guy took the initiative to take on a quota. Now you just need to write down ninety-nine names." After the gunshot, Wang Yingyu's cold voice spread throughout the warehouse.

In fact, Han Feng and Wang Yingyu had already made this decision before they came to the warehouse.

The Apocalypse Organization now needs these survivors to supplement the population, but the most important task at present is to go to Jin County to search for food. They do not have enough manpower to escort these survivors to the capital city, so they have to pick out one hundred people to sacrifice and completely disintegrate the resistance of these survivors.

And doing so can also eliminate the guys who like to make trouble among these survivors, and make these survivors no longer trust each other, and minimize their ability and possibility of rebellion.

Shu Hongbo, who stood at the front of the survivors and had a full beard, looked at the survivors behind him who were already in a mess, sighed heavily, took a step forward, and took the initiative to say to Han Feng: "I volunteer to be on this death list, just add me, and change the remaining death quota to ninety-eight."

When Han Feng killed 'Brother Huang' just now, he saw that the slender young man in front of him, holding a blue-gray long knife, was obviously an evolver, and this evolver must be more powerful than Wu Zhiqiang.

Coupled with the light machine gun that had been set up and the soldiers who had already stepped off the armored vehicle, the survivors from Ruijiang City had no chance to resist.

Han Feng looked at Shu Hongbo who came forward and asked for death. His expression did not change at all: "Although you want to join this death list, unfortunately, you will not be on this list, and if you ask for death, the number of people on the list will become 200."

Shu Hongbo is obviously the leader among these survivors. His value of living is much greater than his death. Han Feng will not let him on this death list so easily.

"This..."

Shu Hongbo, who was ready to die, showed an unusually strange expression on his face after learning that he was excluded from the death list. Most of them were shocked, and the remaining small part was grateful for survival. After all, no one would take their own life as a joke.

The remaining survivors in the warehouse were completely in chaos. Everyone was calculating their own plans. There were dense names on everyone's list. Those who had bullied them, those who seemed useless, those who had no sense of existence, and those who were unfamiliar with them all appeared on their lists.

At this moment of life and death, the worst scene of human nature was exposed.

An hour passed quickly. When Han Feng announced that the time was up, everyone in the warehouse stared at Han Feng blankly. The list in his hand determined the fate of everyone in the warehouse.

"Li Heida, Niu Lan..."

Names came out of Han Feng's mouth one by one. Those survivors who heard their names seemed to have encountered a bolt from the blue.

After hearing that they were on the death list, some people rushed towards Han Feng with weapons and were beaten to pieces on the spot. Some were scared to the point of urinating and dropping feces, and collapsed to the ground. There were also people who wailed in pain and complained about the injustice of the world. Everyone on the list wanted to live.

When the entire list was read out, the survivors whose names were not reported all breathed a sigh of relief, and then took a big step back.

Some survivors who wanted to fish in troubled waters and escape on the death list were also identified one by one and thrown out of the crowd.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I finally survived, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" A strong man who usually followed 'Brother Huang' was thrown out by the vote, squatting on the spot and howling loudly, begging Han Feng frantically for mercy.

"Do you really want to kill them all? Look, there are children inside?"

A soldier holding a semi-automatic rifle looked at the large group of survivors crying and screaming in front of him, including several children who were obviously not yet adults, and showed a trace of pity.

Those children who were voted out were all orphans. The reason why the survivors chose them was mostly because they were too young to help, or because no one would take care of them anyway, so it would be better to let them take up a place and let others die one less.

Zhang Haidong, who was standing next to the soldier, heard the voice of the soldier next to him, and slapped him so hard that he staggered, and cursed: "Shut up, kid. If you sympathize with them, then go up and die, and come down for someone."

After hearing Zhang Haidong's unfriendly tone, the soldier was also silent, and dared not say anything.

And Han Feng looked at the children who appeared on the death list, and his heart trembled slightly, and finally softened: "Those children, you go back, you are also excluded from the list."

Looking at those children who were almost scared silly, slowly retreating back, his heart became as hard as stone: "You survivors on the list, you can scold me, you can also curse me, but I can only regretfully inform you that your road to the end of the world is over. I hope that you will not have such nightmares in your next life."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he took two steps back, looked at the people who were voted by other survivors again, and then stretched out his right arm and waved to the soldiers who had raised their rifles and were ready to shoot.

The soldiers pulled the trigger instantly, and suddenly there was a burst of gunfire!