Within a few days, Jiaping City was filled with a strong rotten smell. This rotten smell attracted a large number of scavenging flies.
This mutant fly is as big as a bullfrog, has an ugly shape, and is fluorescent green all over. It makes a loud noise like a blower when flying. If this creature's method is limited to this, it is not a big deal. At most, it only gives people It just makes noise and makes people feel sick. But in fact, its risk is not low at all.
This mutated creature not only feeds on rotten wounds, but also sucks blood, and can even suck several times the volume of blood. With the delicate skin of human beings, it is impossible to resist the mouthparts of this mutated creature. Of course, if you are targeted by just one mouthful, you will lose at most a few hundred milliliters of blood. However, such a danger is not enough for those who have already survived in the jungle for nearly 10 years. A month is nothing to a survivor.
A group of survivors walked cautiously on the mossy streets. They were dressed in ragged clothes and unkempt. Almost everyone was stained with black blood, and their whole bodies were covered with large and small scars. Some wounds had not yet fully healed. There was pus and blood dripping continuously, and maggots were squirming in some places, which made people's scalp numb.
They supported each other in twos and threes and limped forward cautiously.
A young man with a dark face and a strong body walked in the front. He paid attention to his surroundings vigilantly. Suddenly he felt something strange in his arm. Without even looking at it, he slapped the fly that was trying to suck blood to death. This was the worst thing to do in the jungle. What is missing is reaction. Many times, life and death are often in an instant.
However, the action was still a bit late. The body of the mutated fly was splashed with blood, and it was obviously his. The black-faced young man frowned, grabbed the body of the fly, and looked at it carefully. This mutated creature had no warning signs, and There was no pungent smell, and it didn't look like poison. He looked ahead and saw that there seemed to be quite a few of these mutant flies, enough for the team to eat.
The team has been without food for a day, and the dried meat stored previously has been used up. It was food that cost three lives. If this creature can eat it, then the team will have food for today, and maybe there will be food for the team. You can save up enough food for a few days.
The most important thing is that the cost of obtaining food is almost negligible. Judging from the current "unarmed" state of the team, this creature is obviously the best source of food.
Food is a big problem in the apocalypse. Don't look at mutant creatures everywhere, but powerful creatures cannot be messed with. Low-level mutant creatures have survived until now and have begun to become cunning. They no longer run around without bullets and want to catch one. , it has to take a lot of effort, but there are so many people in the team, many of them are wounded, and catching one occasionally is not enough to score points.
And not all creatures can be eaten. Some things will kill people if eaten. This requires human experience and judgment, and even previous knowledge in the wild is sometimes not easy to use. A creature that looks ordinary, It is very likely that it contains highly toxic substances, and can only be tested one by one with human life. If you are lucky, you will suffer from stomachache for a few days, but if you are not lucky, you will only die. No less than five people in the team died due to food poisoning alone.
In addition, the previous experience of using human lives is not very safe. There are too many types of evolved creatures. The entire nature seems to have been added with a powerful catalyst. All creatures have entered a state of crazy competition. Even the same kind of creatures will not survive after the end of the world. There may be thousands or even tens of thousands of evolutionary types developed. Different regions have different evolutions. They can only rely on people to test the poison. He hesitated for a moment before wanting to stuff it into his mouth.
"According to the rules, I should be the one to do it this time!" A man with a pale face walking behind gasped. Sweat like soybeans kept dripping from his forehead, and his nose was covered with dense beads of sweat. One of his legs was drenched in blood. Even though his thigh was tightly tied with a strip of cloth, the blood could not be stopped. It was obvious that the artery had been ruptured, and a long trail of blood was drawn out as he walked. With such an injury, it would be impossible for him to move alone without the support of someone next to him.
Seeing the young man's hesitation, he smiled weakly: "The rules can't be broken. I know I'm about to die. There's no way I'll miss the last bus. Everyone has to bring me as a burden. In addition to dragging everyone down, there's nothing wrong with me." No matter what, leave it to me to test the poison before my blood is gone. I can't walk anymore, so I can do something for everyone before I die. "
"Qian Cheng, don't give up. Our Third Battalion will never give up on any of our comrades, at least until... death comes." A middle-aged man with a resolute face saw that he had begun to die, and walked quickly to Qian Cheng with a painful look on his face. said.
"Batalion Commander, I know my own situation. I really don't want to drag you down. Just let me stay. I can't bear it anymore." He smiled, broke away from his comrade who was supporting him, and staggered a few steps, struggling. sitting on the ground.
"Give it to me, so that you can be a well-fed ghost before you die!" He smiled calmly. Along the way, he experienced countless lives and deaths, and saw with his own eyes one of his comrades falling in front of him. They might have been there just now. Talking to himself, the person was gone in the blink of an eye, and he had already looked away from death.
"Give it to him!" The battalion commander waved his hand with difficulty.
The black-faced young man's lips twitched, but he finally said nothing. This kind of thing had happened many times in the team, and he had already become numb, because those who couldn't bear it had already died or committed suicide.
Qian Cheng took the fly from the mutated black-faced young man. Without looking at it, he divided the whole mutated fly into several bites, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed hard, and swallowed it with a frown.
After eating the flies, his expression became even worse, sweat flowed down like a stream, and his breathing became more rapid. When he saw someone rushing over, he waved his hand with difficulty to prevent others from approaching.
"It's not poisonous, but... you can eat it." After more than ten minutes, Qian Cheng didn't seem to feel anything strange, and Qian Cheng straightened up.
Then he seemed to have exhausted the last bit of energy and slowly fell to the ground, and a pool of blood had accumulated under his body.
A soldier next to him felt his pulse and shook his head with an ugly expression.
The team fell into dead silence.
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"Keep walking. We are only over a hundred kilometers away from Shanghai. If we march normally, we can get there in one day. Even if... we walk slowly now, it will only take three or four days. Since we are already here, everyone can get out of here. Get out of here, too," the battalion commander said in a low and powerful voice.
Of course he knows that the speed cannot be as fast as three or four days. This is not the road that extended in all directions before the end of the world. The jungle here is full of dangers. If you are not careful, you will die at any time. Moreover, your body is not in the same healthy state as before. Almost everyone here is Everyone has injuries, old injuries and new injuries, and everyone is encouraging and supporting them. After one night, you may not wake up the next day. In addition, food, drinking water, and sleep are all big problems.
In fact, as long as he could reach Shanghai alive with his team within half a month, he would be lucky, but the cruel reality made him understand that this was simply a fantasy. Ever since the beast wave a few months ago, he would have been completely They were separated from the large team. There were about 200 people at the beginning, but now there are only a dozen left. Some soldiers who did not frown even if their arms were torn off on the battlefield could not bear this miserable situation and even secretly committed suicide. Among them The cruelty can be imagined.
The team didn't respond at all, there was a strong air of death, they just hurried on!
At this time, someone seemed to feel something strange and suddenly said: "Batalion Commander, something is wrong here, it's too quiet!"
Only then did everyone react and quickly stopped. Along the way, they didn't see any decent mutant beasts at all. It was not normal, it was so abnormal!
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