Chapter 193: Paradise in the Words of Survivors

On the Unimog RV, Han Feng was driving the RV and ran over an ordinary zombie blocking the road in front.

Now the RV is less than a hundred kilometers away from Fucheng, and he expects to return to the Fucheng safe zone today.

But now he was the only one left in the car. Ning Xueru, who had been wearing a maid outfit, disappeared from the Unimog RV.

Of course, Ning Xueru did not really disappear, but stayed in the country's No. 32 permanent defense fortification.

After Han Feng and Liu Pingyu reached an alliance negotiation, Ning Xueru, as the representative of the Apocalypse Organization stationed at the defense fortifications, assisted Liu Pingyu in the defense.

At this time, the permanent defenses still have little resistance to mutant zombies. It is expected that they will have to wait until the first batch of super soldiers belonging to Liu Pingyu appear before they can resist the mutant zombies alone.

Now there is another troublesome thing for Han Feng. Since the soldiers in the fortifications can only be trapped inside the fortifications for a long time, there is not much food available for consumption, and supplies are urgently needed.

He has another important task when he returns to Fucheng, which is to provide some food to Liu Pingyu in advance, which is also one of the prerequisites for reaching an alliance.

"Hey, there's actually a motorcade ahead!"

On this not-so-wide road, Han Feng, who was sitting in the Unimog RV, unexpectedly discovered that a convoy of vehicles appeared three hundred meters ahead.

The convoy consisted of four vehicles in total, led by a concrete mixer truck, followed closely by three cars of different colors.

It seemed that these survivors used the wide body of the concrete mixer truck as a cover to protect the relatively vulnerable cars behind them.

When Han Feng spotted the convoy ahead, that convoy naturally also saw the Unimog RV coming rapidly from behind.

The concrete mixer truck that was originally at the front of the entire convoy quickly turned on its brake lights and then turned around.

Several other cars, like chicks protected by a hen, immediately hid behind the wide body of the concrete mixer truck.

"Listen up to the black truck in front. Please don't approach our convoy again. We don't have any extra food. If you approach our convoy again, we will not rule out the use of force."

Before Han Feng could get closer, a male voice sounded from the horn of the concrete mixer truck.

"The awareness of self-protection seems to be good. He must have suffered a lot."

Han Feng looked at the convoy, made a warning gesture from afar, and made a judgment immediately.

In the apocalypse, situations of the weak and the strong continue to occur, and the cost of betrayal is also quite low. In the early days of the apocalypse, there are countless cases where rescuers who are kind-hearted to save people are eventually killed by the rescued.

Therefore, in the apocalypse, when you are not so confident in your own strength and encounter other survivors, the best way to deal with them is to turn around and leave.

If you do meet, keep your distance as much as possible.

From this distance, Han Feng could see that the concrete mixer truck was driven by a man in his thirties, but at this moment he was looking nervously at Han Feng, the uninvited guest.

"You guys go first, I'll follow you." Since they were almost reaching Fucheng, Han Feng also planned to overtake the convoy in front, and turned on the loudspeaker directly to let the other party go first.

"Brother Zhao, that black extended van behind us has been following us, is it okay?" Sitting in the passenger seat of the concrete mixer truck, holding a shotgun, he was probably just twenty years old. The man in the front stared nervously at the rearview mirror of the concrete mixer truck, his eyes firmly fixed on the Unimog RV.

"Anyway, keep an eye on that car. If that car tries to get close, just shoot him." Zhao Xuanzhe, who was firmly holding the steering wheel, also glanced at the weird-looking black truck in the rearview mirror.

The survivors of their group had managed to escape here from Hucheng. Only a dozen or so of them survived in the street where they were located. As for their final destination, it was Fucheng in Jiangyou Province.

Now the name of the capital city of Jiangyou Province is well known among the survivors in Jiangyou Province.

Countless survivors have described Fucheng as a paradise-like place, where there are no zombie invasions or cannibalism. As long as you work hard enough and are diligent enough, you can always have a bite to eat and survive in this difficult world. Go down.

Of course, Han Feng, who has been traveling abroad, naturally does not know how big Fucheng has developed now, let alone know that these survivors in Jiangyou Province have regarded Fucheng as a paradise.

"finally reached!"

The survivors on the concrete mixer truck looked at the city wall that appeared at the end of their sight, and they all let out excited shouts.

This sentence has been circulating among the survivors in Jiangyou Province.

"As long as you see the city walls of Fucheng, you will be safe. The paradise-like life is waving to you."

The real meaning of this sentence is that once you can see the city wall of Fucheng, it means that you have entered the buffer zone cleared by the Apocalypse organization. The number of zombies in this area is very small, and the first and second legions of the Apocalypse organization The legion will also organize new recruits to come for training from time to time. While training, they will further clean up the number of zombies.

However, Han Feng, who was following the concrete mixer truck, frowned involuntarily when he saw the city wall in front of him.

In his impression, the area ahead should be the area to be cleared in the prefectural city. Why did such a long wall appear out of thin air? What kind of changes have taken place in the prefectural city during the time he was away?

Thinking of this, he stepped on the accelerator unconsciously, and the engine of the Unimog RV suddenly made a loud noise. The speed of the RV suddenly increased and quickly approached the convoy in front.

"Brother Zhao, the black truck behind is accelerating!"

Just as Han Feng accelerated, the young man sitting in the mixer truck, holding the shotgun tightly in his hand, naturally also noticed the change in the speed of the Unimog RV behind, and his voice suddenly became urgent.

The acceleration of the RV naturally made Zhao Xuanzhe nervous, and he hurriedly shouted to the young man holding the shotgun beside him: "Fire a gun to the sky. If that car continues to accelerate, aim directly at the cab and shoot me!"

"Bang——!"

The young man holding the shotgun stretched his head out of the cab and shot at the sky.

However, after firing the shot, he found that the vehicle behind him had no intention of slowing down. Just when he was about to fire directly at the black truck, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in front of him.

"We are the Second Legion of the Apocalypse Organization. The convoy in front must pull over immediately for inspection."