"Let's go, let's have dinner! I have time to exercise myself in the future."
Yang Hao called out loudly, hoping everyone would leave together.
"Yes, marshal!"
The people who were constantly thinking of ways to increase the speed of killing zombies, came to their spirits, and loudly agreed.
Faced with a group of garbage, they easily escaped from the battlefield, jumped onto the house, or simply swept out and rushed into the distance.
With a fierce and murderous aura, the group hurried across the high-rise buildings to the grain depot on the edge of the city.
When a group of them crossed the two-meter-high fence and appeared in front of a group of people, they were scared and quickly backed away.
A pair of shocking and fearful eyes stared at more than thirty people.
They are all wearing armor, even if they are in tatters, it is the result of the battle.
All of them were wearing black, red, green, and blue **, with blood stains at the corners of their mouths, as if they had crawled out of hell, giving a sense of horror.
The many weak people who had just escaped from the hands of the devil, faced the fierce and fierce crowd, only fear in their eyes.
Even some people with lack of confidence sat on the ground in fright and dumbfounded.
There are also women who knelt down, lifted their buttocks, and threw their bodies on the ground, extremely pious.
I've been persecuted for a long time, and the first thing that comes to my mind is surrender, and I can't stand up at all.
They looked like this. After seeing them, the young marshals looked at each other, and they all showed doubts.
I don't know why they are like this.
"Marshal, are these people survivors? What kind of gesture is this?"
"What are they doing, what are they doing? It's ugly!"
"Let me go, look at their expressions, their faces seem to be hurt, without eyes and ears!"
There was a scream, and it sounded unscrupulously, as if asking why it was so.
They are already strong, and they have just killed most of the evolutionary zombies in a city, and they have also killed more than 400 strong humans, with their own evil spirits.
When talking, naturally there is no need to hide, what to say.
However, it gives people the feeling of being arrogant and unacceptable.
Especially for the injured, it's almost as fierce as evil.
It's like the rubbish I've ever met, the devil that beats and tortured people.
However, when they saw Yang Hao, who was at the end, talking and laughing with the two beauties beside him, their faces showed a surprise smile again and said loudly:
"Meet your benefactor, you are back!"
"Thank God, thank you, you are our God! You have saved our lives and we must be thankful!"
"Male god, my absolute male god, I hope to give me a chance to repay you! You accept me!"
With a loud call, someone rushed over quickly, trying to grab Yang Hao's hand and express his gratitude.
However, Cai Jing and Fang Qingqing next to them all stood in front of each other, their expressions became very ugly, and they yelled:
"What are you doing? Step back! We marshal, how can you touch it?"
The armor of the two women was broken and the corners of their mouths were stained with blood.
Looking at these women, the expressions of joy and excitement in each of them are by no means grateful.
There must be some unthinkable purpose in it.
Yang Hao glanced at them indifferently, and said coldly:
"What you say, I don't care! But to save you, just by the way. No one can point a gun at me, let alone shoot me! If you have one, die!"
"One more thing, my marshal army never raises idlers, and never carries anyone who hides evil intentions. You go away!"
Waving his hand, following everyone from the Marshal Army, quickly walked to the territory surrounded by cars.
Only a group of people with ragged clothes, messy hair, and desperate eyes were left in the same place.
Even if they had heard that the young marshals did not raise idlers, they still held a glimmer of hope, but they were really rejected directly.
The once beautiful thoughts instantly became the past.
Because of the return from the battle, many members entered the compartment to wash.
The sound of sloshing water, the smell of shampoo, and even the smell of soap shocked the hearts of the survivors.
For people who have not washed their faces and brushed their teeth for more than a month, they are simply a waste of water!
You know, water is one of the most precious and scarce resources in the last days.
Because of the spread of the t virus, the river water on the entire land has basically been polluted.
Except for groundwater, only bottled water that was previously sealed is free of T virus.
Their waste is absolutely unimaginable.
However, not only one person, but seeing all the combatants change their clothes and get off the big trailer.
Many worn-out armors have been cleaned and placed on the roof next to them to withstand the sun.
Both men and women were completely renewed and walked into the open space.
"Oh, look at the other marshal team, or the wandering caravan. As a result, everyone can wash and everyone has armor. I really envy you!"
Director Ma looked at his daughter, and then at the people who came out after washing, wishing to rush over.
"I really want to take a bath! Even if it is someone else's footwashing water, I recognize it! Water resources must be controlled, those scumbags!"
"Oh, I really want to join them, but I don't have much talent!"
Sounds of envy and jealousy hovered in the sky, making people sad.
However, there is no alternative.
This is the end of the world, not before, and there are charities that can give them some relief.
Before they finished discussing the bath water, they smelled a scent, and even heard the comments of the young marshals in their ears:
"Sister Xiaoxiao is good at craftsmanship, this is sweet and sour pork ribs, it smells so fragrant!"
Li Longtao was wiping the drops of water on his hair, sniffing the air, and praising loudly.
Immediately in exchange for the compliment of Chu Xiaoxiao who was standing guard, his face was full of triumph.
"Hahaha, which younger sister's craftsmanship is this, slut, my favorite!"
Qiao Sanqiang said droolingly when he saw the food pressed under an iron plate.
"Hahaha, it's so fragrant, after the war, having a good meal is definitely the greatest enjoyment."
Liu Wei had walked to the side of the dining table and opened the clasped iron plate.
The aroma in the air was several times stronger for a time, spreading far away.
The people fighting outside heard the discussion and asked about the pungent scent, smelling fiercely one by one.
"Damn, we can only eat dry food, look at what others eat, it's just a big difference!"
"Hey, this is the Young Marshal Army, wouldn't it be deliberately greedy for us! It's so sweet!"
"No wonder people don't raise idlers, it makes sense!"
They all felt the smell of the food, and they talked a lot, but they could only watch them outside.
The smell inside has nothing to do with them, and the young marshals will naturally ignore it.
Regardless of the men, after washing, they gathered one after another.