From the moment when the psychics of the deserted people were beaten to death, the battlefield suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Gao Qi put the short spray back into his belt. He first picked up the pistol, changed the magazine, then inserted the pistol into the holster, and finally picked up the rifle and changed to a new magazine.

When he stood up again with a rifle, Gao Qi did not see any targets that could be shot. The deserted people in the distance were still firing, but the deserted people hiding in the tobacco field crawled and fled quickly.

Wang Zihao was using a light machine gun to fire at the escaped deserters. Everyone was shooting at the shaking tobacco, and had no intention of stopping.

Gao Qi aimed several times, but in the end he gave up firing because he couldn't see the target.

"Ceasefire!"

Wang Zihao finally called for a ceasefire, and the gunshots came to an abrupt end, but Gao Qi seemed to feel the sound of gunshots in his ears.

A battle suddenly began and ended even more suddenly.

Now the moans could be heard faintly. The deserted people did not take away their injured person, but stayed there. Then at this moment, Gao Qi heard the moans nearby."

Wang Zihao shouted: "Is it all right?"

A very depressed voice said: "Old Fu seems to have been shot."

Gao Qi turned his head and looked at the machine gun position in front of him. One of the machine gun positions was burned to coke by the supernatural beings, and the other had long since disappeared.

Wang Zihao was silent for a moment, and then he said calmly: "It's probably out of help. Lao Zhou goes down to cook. Just cook the meal for four people, but make more dry food."

A man wearing a white apron stood up, clapped his hands and said calmly: "Well, I understand."

Lao Zhou left the machine gun position on the roof. At this time, Wang Zihao shouted: "Captain Gao, go and see if Lao Fu is dead."

Gao Qi was stunned, and then he quickly said, "I? Oh, okay, I'll go and have a look."

When he got onto the roof of the machine gun position, Gao Qi pushed open the cover and saw a man with blood on his face staring at him.

There was an unreal feeling, a smell of burnt smell, there was a corpse still smoking in the machine gun position, right at the shooting position of the heavy machine gun, and next to the heavy machine gun, a man with blood on his chest was lying on the ground.

Gao Qi subconsciously reached out to hold the wounded man's wound, but he really didn't know what to do next.

"how's it going?"

Wang Zihao shouted, Gao Qi swallowed with difficulty, and then he shouted: "I'm not dead, he's injured."

"Where did you hit?"

"Chest, lungs?"

The wounded kept emitting blood foam in his mouth, and there was even a pile of blood foam in his chest, which should have been shot in his lungs.

Wang Zihao was silent for a moment, then he shouted: "Are you dying?"

Gao Qi said angrily: "What are you saying? Come and help me carry him down!"

Wang Zihao didn't say anything. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he suddenly said, "Captain Gao, can you do a favor?"

"What are you helping!"

Gao Qi shouted angrily, and then he heard Wang Zihao say calmly: "If you can't survive by being shot in the lungs, you will only suffer more. You can do it, just shoot him, hit him according to your head, or your heart is fine. Help not let Lao Fu suffer."

Gao Qi was extremely shocked. He opened his mouth to curse, but he just let out a meaningless murmur.

Lao Fu was not dead, but he could hardly make a sound, and his body was twisting slightly in pain. However, after Wang Zihao finished speaking, he stopped twisting and nodded slightly to Gao Qi with anticipation.

Gao Qi could see Lao Fu's mouth open and close, but there was no sound, but he didn't know whether he was asking for help or begging to kill him, which made him confused.

At this time, Wang Zihao said again: "Do you can't do it? Then, Captain Gao, please help watch Huang Min, I'll go over."

Gao Qi closed his eyes, he took a breath, and then he opened his eyes and said to Lao Fu: "If you want me to help you end the pain, blink, and if you don't want to die, shut up."

Lao Fu immediately closed his mouth and began to blink.

Gao Qi let out a sigh. He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Lao Fu's head. However, after hesitating for a moment, he pushed the gun against Lao Fu's heart.

He turned his face aside, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pulled the trigger high.

With a bang, blood seemed to splatter on his face. He Gaoqi released his left hand covering his wound, held the gun with his right hand, wiped his left face with his right arm's sleeve, and then he leaned back against the sandbag and sat down.

Gao Qi looked at Lao Fu. Now Lao Fu is motionless, and his face is relieved.

A charred corpse, a blood-covered corpse, Gao Qi looked at the two corpses blankly. He turned his head to the side, then blocked his eyes with his right arm, and began to cry silently.

"Captain Gao, Captain Gao? Have you taken action? Then I can't get over, thank you."

Gao Qi didn't answer. He felt so blocked, his heart was blocked, his throat was blocked, and he couldn't breathe.

Now no one speaks or sounds. After a long time, Gao Qi's tears had dried up and his emotions had calmed down, Lao Zhou finally said below: "I'm having a meal."

Gao Qi stood up and saw Wang Zihao still on the machine gun position, while another heavy machine gun shooter was facing the back.

Wang Zihao turned his head and saw Gao Qi. He smiled and said loudly: "Captain Gao goes down to have dinner first. You and Lao Zhou will come up for us later."

Gao Qi couldn't eat it, so he shook his head and shouted: "You eat first, I'll stare."

"Chen Rui, you have dinner first."

The heavy machine gun shooter stood up, and then he left the roof. At this time, Wang Zihao continued to look at the tobacco field and shouted: "Captain Gao, why don't you come to my side."

Gao Qi immediately stood up. He didn't dare to look at the two bodies, and lowered his head and walked down the roof.

Wang Zihao's door was not closed, so he raised his head and went straight to the roof. Then he turned his back to Wang Zihao and scanned the range he could see.

"Captain Gao, have you... seen the deserted people before?"

"I haven't killed anyone before."

The mutant is not a human, but a monster, so Gao Qi said that he had never killed anyone, and his answer was not the same, but perfectly answered Wang Zihao's questions.

"You are the fastest person I've ever seen to adapt to the wilderness, really."

I don’t know if it’s a praising Gao Qi, Wang Zihao continued: “I just forgot that you shouldn’t be used to this kind of scene. I shouldn’t have asked you to help Lao Fu. I’m sorry, and then I want to thank you for Lao Fu, you have caused him to suffer a lot less.”

Gao Qi exhaled gently and whispered: "You're welcome."

Wang Zihao suddenly started to talk too much, and he continued to whisper: "I couldn't do it when I first came. I could only adapt after watching more than a dozen people die. Captain Gao, I think you are a person who can accomplish great things. Really, you will definitely accomplish great things. I really didn't expect you to kill the superpowers. You saved us, and I can't believe that you can survive."

Gao Qi could still hear someone moaning, and he whispered: "What's the sound?"

"Oh, Huangmin, he can't leave if he is injured and cannot be saved. No one can save him or she can't get rid of himself. He can only wait for death. If he is shot in the lungs, he may have to wait for two hours to die. If he is shot in the stomach, sometimes he can't die even if he can be delayed for four or five hours."

"Why didn't I get shot somewhere else?"

"Oh, the arm and leg are shot, and the ones that can move will run away. If you can't run, you can shoot yourself. If you can't run, you can't solve it yourself. You can basically either be shot in the lungs or in the stomach."

He exhaled, and then he suddenly said, "Do you want to kill him?"

"It sounds quite annoying, but if you can't see where it is, let him suffer a little longer. Just wait until tomorrow morning to collect the body. You will definitely die at this time tomorrow. It's safe. You can't go there now. It's quite common to wait until you get close to you and get a shot of your back."

Gao Qi didn't know what to say, but Wang Zihao continued to mutter: "I didn't expect there were really psychics. These wastelanders must have come last night. They actually got into the tobacco field in advance and waited. There must be a bunker they dug out of the wire mesh. The preparation was so meticulous that these people didn't want to leave with the bullets. Fortunately, you killed the psychic, otherwise it would be all over. Well, it must be all over."

“Do we grow all tobacco?”

"There are a lot of tobacco, and there are pumpkins, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and cabbages that will not be planted in a few days. However, this cold wave has been over, but some of the sweet potatoes and potatoes can still be harvested."

"Can't tobacco leaves be used? Although they are frozen and wilted, can they still be smoked?"

"No, the temperature is too low, and they all froze to death. The tobacco leaves have not yet reached the maturity picking period. The amount of nicotine is too low to use."

Gao Qi didn't know what to say, but he didn't want to talk about battle anymore, he didn't want to mention the deserted people, or he didn't want to talk about the supernatural beings. After thinking about it, he said with emotion: "Then...what are we going to do next?"

"Well, I pulled out all this batch of tobacco leaves and changed to plant something else. I don't know how long the cold wave lasts. If I have time, I will plant winter wheat and cabbage. If I have time, I will forget it. I can only wait for next year, if there is next year."

"I mean, what else can I do today?"

"Today, if you bury Lao Fu and the others today, there will be nothing else. To bury the bodies of the deserters tomorrow, they just dig the pit, so we will save trouble."

Gao Qi still wanted to speak, but he really didn't know what to say.

Soon, Lao Zhou, who was cooking, walked out of the cafeteria. He silently went to the roof, picked up the rifle, and then said softly: "Chief, go for dinner."

Wang Zihao turned around and whispered to Gao Qi: "Go and go for dinner."

Gao Qi followed Wang Zihao silently and entered the kitchen and canteen room.

There are dozens of stools scattered in the cafeteria, with only one small table, with two stacked rice bowls on the small table, and on the shelf next to the small table, there is a painted black pot, a plastic basin with steamed buns, and a few pairs of chopsticks and a few aluminum basins.

The pot is filled with noodle soup, and there are many dark pieces of meat in the soup.

Gao Qi didn't want to eat. Although he was indeed hungry in the middle of the night yesterday, the meat pieces in the noodle soup reminded him of the charred corpse, and then he found that he really didn't want to eat now.

"I won't eat it."

Wang Zihao didn't say anything. He filled an aluminum basin with a spoon, then picked up the pot and poured the remaining noodles into another basin. The two aluminum basins were just full, but there was nothing left in the pot.

Putting an aluminum basin on the small table, Wang Zihao picked up two steamed buns, he handed one to Gao Qi, and then said with a serious look on his face: "Eat!"

Gao Qi didn't know where the anger came from. He raised his hand and knocked off the steamed bun in Wang Zihao's hand, and then he roared angrily: "I said I won't eat it anymore, haven't you heard it?"

Wang Zihao put the steamed bun in front of Gao Qi's eyes with his other hand, and then he said seriously: "After eating this meal, I don't know when to eat the next meal, nor do I know if I can eat the next meal. If you don't want to die, you will be a starving ghost, then don't miss any chance to eat enough!"

Gao Qi was panting very hard, and he stared at Wang Zihao in a daze, and Wang Zihao kept holding the steamed bun at him without moving.

He raised his head and turned his head aside. He saw the steamed bun that was knocked to the ground by himself. He walked over and picked up the steamed bun from the ground, rubbed his left hand on his clothes, and then took a pair of chopsticks and sat at the small table.

I took a bite of the steamed bun and ate a bite of the dark meat.

The noodle slices are very light, almost no salty, the meat is very hard, and there is an indescribable taste. Even if you rarely eat meat when you get high, you still find it difficult to eat.

Gao Qi wanted to vomit very much, not because the meat tasted bad, but because he remembered the burned corpse.

But Gao Qi finally endured the disgusting feeling and forced himself to finish everything.

Wang Zihao sat opposite Gao Qi. He was not happy. Seeing Gao Qi eating voraciously, he said slowly: "This is wild boar meat, not very delicious, but it is definitely not something in the city."

Gao Qi swallowed the things in his mouth with difficulty. He nodded and said, "It's not delicious, but it's nutritious."

Wang Zihao smiled, and he looked at Gao Qi and said, "I killed someone for the first time. It took two days to eat. I didn't feel hungry at that time, but I just felt that I had no strength. When I started eating, I realized that I was almost hungry."

Gao Qi picked up the basin and took a sip of the noodle soup, and then he gasped and said, "Needless to say, I know, there are only four of us left. You must not be hungry until your legs are weak. That's what it means?"
Chapter completed!