Chapter 49 Transport Convoy
After taking a shower, Han Feng found Wang Yingyu lying on the sofa, seemingly asleep.
However, he could see at a glance that Wang Yingyu's shoulders were trembling slightly, as if she was trying to suppress her emotions.
"She was just pretending to be strong." Han Feng probably knew why Wang Yingyu was crying alone in the corner. It must be very uncomfortable to lose both parents on the same day. He couldn't say much about this kind of thing, so he could only let time slowly fade it away.
Then Han Feng didn't say a word, and went straight to his single bed. There was no conversation between the two of them all night.
The next morning, just after dawn, Han Feng heard Wang Yingyu get up and walk quietly to the small kitchen in the living area. He took out two eggs from the car refrigerator, turned on the induction cooker, and poured a little cooking oil to prepare frying eggs.
While Wang Yingyu was frying eggs, Han Feng quietly walked behind her and said, "You don't have to do this."
Wang Yingyu, who was frying eggs, didn't even turn her head, but just stared at the frying pan in front of her silently, gently turning the spatula in her hand: "I do this just to find more things to do as much as possible, and don't want to keep thinking about things that make me unhappy."
After Han Feng persuaded her once, he didn't waste any more words, picked up two plates and put them next to Wang Yingyu: "Okay, then we'll get ready to go after breakfast."
After the two finished breakfast, Han Feng restarted the Unimog RV and set foot on the unknown road again.
As the sun rose, the morning mist was slowly dissipating. Zhujialing was originally a small hill. Most of the trees growing in the forest were camphor trees. The tall treetops blocked the sunlight that emitted infinite heat in the sky, and a trace of coolness came in through the gaps in the car window.
However, Han Feng and Wang Yingyu obviously did not have time to enjoy this leisurely atmosphere here slowly. The Unimog RV quickly passed Zhujialing and rushed towards the direction of Wuxiao City.
Wang Village is located between Zhujialing and Wuxiao City. The village is only about ten minutes' drive from the suburbs of Wuxiao City. Before the end of the world, drivers who went to Wuxiao City to deliver goods often ate and rested in Wang Village.
After the outbreak of the doomsday virus, Wang Village also suffered a catastrophe. A large number of young and strong people in the village left the village and went to work in the small commodity wholesale market in Wuxiao City. The remaining few old and weak people had no way to escape the pursuit of zombies and turned into zombies one after another.
However, a transport convoy passing through Wang Village saw that the situation was not good, and immediately hid in the nearby ravine with the goods and escaped this disaster.
The ravine next to Wang Village is actually a half-dug hillside. Since the country did not allow private digging of mountains and soil, most of this industry has been banned, leaving only traces of mining in those years.
Now, five trucks full of goods are parked in this abandoned soil excavation site, leaving a mess of wheel tracks. A man in his thirties is jumping off his truck and walking to the front of a red truck. He asks anxiously, "Brother Zhao Zheng, we have been hiding in this ravine for two days. When can we leave? You said the country would organize rescue, but now there is no mobile phone signal. I don't even know whether my wife is dead or alive."
"Why are you so anxious? Everyone here has old people and children. You saw the situation at that time. Those villagers who were still fine suddenly turned into monsters. Don't you think it's scary? I've read a lot of novels before. This thing is called zombies. If you are bitten by them, even if you just scratch your skin, there is no hope." Hearing the sound coming from under the car, Zhao Zheng, who had four or five deep wrinkles on his forehead, jumped off the truck.
Judging from the wrinkles on Zhao Zheng's face, this middle-aged man with a frosted face must be quite old, at least in his forties.
"I know it's dangerous outside, but my brothers are also anxious. We have been trapped here for two days. The things in the car can't be eaten or drunk. The dry food in the car is almost gone." The man who walked in front of Zhao Zheng spread his hands helplessly towards Zhao Zheng.
In fact, Zhao Zheng also knew that they could only hide in this soil excavation site for one day at most. After one day, all their food would be consumed. Once people have nothing in their stomachs, no matter how dangerous it is outside, they can't stop the instinct to go out for food.
"What about these goods? Are we just going to leave these goods here? We put down a large deposit at the beginning." Zhao Zheng was still looking forward to it. The zombies that appeared in Wang Village were just small-scale incidents. The country would send a rescue team, and their goods could be smoothly handed over to the owner and get back the deposit.
When Zhao Zheng was standing there discussing with the driver whether to risk going out, a scream came from another truck: "Brother Zhao, there is a car coming from the direction of Zhujialing."
It must be said that the abandoned earth-taking site where Zhao Zheng chose to hide was in a good location. He could see all the vehicles heading from Zhujialing to Wuxiao city from a high position.
And this car was the first car they had seen in the past two days.
After discovering that there was a car heading in their direction, Zhao Zheng jumped directly into his truck and shouted to the drivers around him: "Everyone, start your car now, let's stop that car and ask what happened!"
At this time, the people who passed quickly from the direction of Zhujialing were none other than Han Feng and Wang Yingyu, who were driving the Unimog RV and heading quickly towards Wuxiao city.
"Hmm? Someone is coming from the front?" Han Feng looked at the map. It would take about half an hour to reach the city of Wuxiao. However, at this moment, he suddenly found that there were bursts of roars of cars not far ahead. Then five flatbed trucks slowly emerged from a ravine in front, blocking the entire road tightly.
When Wang Yingyu saw that the huge flatbed trucks blocked the road tightly, he immediately remembered the experience of being robbed in Hangzhou before. He snorted coldly: "Is it another robbery? There are too many people worth killing in this world now." Then he pulled out the imitation Type 64 pistol on his waist, and seemed to be ready to shoot at any time.
"Don't act rashly. Let's see where the other party is coming from first." Han Feng stretched out his hand to stop Wang Yingyu from raising his gun.
He found that after the flatbed trucks drove out of the ravine, they did not continue to move forward. Instead, a figure in green camouflage uniforms jumped off a truck and ran quickly towards the direction of the Unimog RV.