That night, the village held a banquet to celebrate Zhang Biao's unanimous election as the new village chief.
All the villagers had arrived. Of course, those loyal friends of Zhang Tao and those who were seriously injured did not have the chance to sit at the table.
These people were buried in the terraced fields as fertilizer after their heads were blown up.
Zhang Biao sat on the seat of honor, leaving an empty seat beside him. He forcefully pulled Chen Feng onto it.
"From now on, you are the king of the word. When we conquer the world in the future, we'll split it equally.”
As expected of a veteran storyteller, even this word came out.
Chen Feng couldn't refuse. He could only sit down and think to himself.
"F * ck, how unlucky. Those characters in the storytelling stories, such as Han Xin, Luo Cheng, and Yang Xiuqing, are all short-lived ghosts. None of them have a good ending.”
The next day, they began to prepare to enter the city.
Chen Feng chose a bus and started the generator. He then picked up the welding torch and used steel plates to reinforce the bus.
After it was completed, everyone clicked their tongues in admiration.
The car seemed to be covered with a layer of armor. On the windshield and windows were grilles, like shutters.
It was safe and did not block his line of sight.
With this armored personnel carrier, their lives were more secure.
Next, it was time to transport supplies and select members.
After a few internal conflicts, the original 100 villagers had lost more than 30.
Zhang Biao brought the remaining fifty people with him.
His trusted subordinates who had been with him for the longest time each had a handgun, were well-equipped, and had high morale.
The pickup truck in front was responsible for scouting and opening up the road, while the bus followed closely behind.
At the back were trucks carrying food, gasoline, and other supplies.
The convoy marched toward the county town.
Along the way, the sound of the engine attracted a lot of zombies, and they all gathered here.
However, zombies moved slowly. As long as the car didn't turn off, they could only eat dust.
On the way, they would occasionally encounter crashed cars and zombies that needed to be cleaned up, which delayed a lot of time.
Luring the zombies to the side of the bus, the spear pierced through the gap of the steel plate and pierced through the zombie's head. It was easy and safe.
After walking for half a day, the sun set in the west. At this speed, they wouldn't be able to reach the county town before nightfall.
Under Chen Feng's suggestion, the convoy chose an empty space to stop.
The three vehicles formed a triangular formation, supporting each other.
Everyone got on the bus. This bus had a lot of space and was protected by armor. Everyone felt that it was the safest.
After a simple meal, Zhang Biao ordered.
"From now until daybreak, no one is allowed to make any noise or get out of the car. If he wanted to poop or scatter, he would settle it in the car!”
No one expressed their dissatisfaction. Everyone knew very well that wandering around at night was like delivering food to the zombies.
The bus was packed with so many people, and the windows were blocked by steel plates, so it was rather stuffy.
The lack of air circulation and the dark environment made it easy to fall asleep.
Soon, everyone fell asleep.
At midnight, Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes as he listened to the snores coming from the entire car.
He stood up silently. After he got down, he used the iron rod that he had prepared earlier to block the two car doors.
He went to the truck and found a gas can, holding one in each hand. He splashed the water around the bus.
He started the pickup truck and slowly drove out of the danger zone.
The sound of the engine woke up the thugs in the bus. They rubbed their eyes and realized that the air was filled with the strong smell of gasoline.
"What happened? Did the fuel tank leak?"
"Why did the pickup truck in front run away?”
"Who has a lighter? Hurry up and light it up. What's going on?”
"Are you stupid? There's gasoline everywhere. Do you want to kill everyone?”
"Then what should we do? Hurry up and get out of the car!”
The pitch-black darkness had an additional effect on the terrifying atmosphere.
The bandits fought over it and rushed to the door, only to find that it could not be opened!
The people behind did not know what was going on. Seeing that the people in front were not moving, they desperately squeezed up and shouted.
"Get lost, let me pass!"
Zhang Biao was also extremely panicked and shouted loudly.
"Everyone, don't panic. Listen to my command!”
Someone immediately replied," F * ck you. Who do you think you are at this time?!"”
Many people realized that they could not squeeze through the car door. He broke the glass beside him and wanted to jump out of the window to escape.
Only then did he realize that the outside was covered in thick steel plates. There was no way to get out!
"Bang bang bang…"
He smashed the steel plate with the butt of his gun, but it did not move at all. The life-saving armored chariot had become a life-threatening iron coffin.
Chen Feng lit up a cigarette and took a drag. He flicked his finger lightly.
The cigarette butt kept spinning in the air. In the dark night, a strange red light flashed.
"Boom!"
The cigarette butt fell and immediately burst into flames. The entire bus was surrounded by flames.
One could see the figure in the car screaming in despair.
He used his fists and head to hit the steel plate until his skin and flesh split open, revealing his white bones.
There were even people who were pressed against the hot car and had a large piece of skin torn off. Their bodies were sizzling with oil. It was simply a scene from hell!
Chen Feng seemed to have heard Zhang Biao's indignant roar, his resentment soaring into the sky.
"Why did you betray me!"
Chen Feng shook his head and assumed the pose of Movie King Liang. His gaze was profound.
"I'm sorry, I'm a spy."
Finally, the bus could not withstand the high temperature of the barbecue and the fuel tank exploded!
"Boom!"
The entire car was blown into pieces. The half-charred thugs inside were thrown in all directions by the powerful explosion, like flowers scattered by the gods.
The flames and the loud noise spread ten miles away. All the zombies nearby turned their heads and changed their direction, rushing to the banquet.
Seizing this opportunity, Chen Feng drove the pickup truck around the zombie horde and headed towards Moon Lake Village.
When they arrived at the village, the sky was already bright.
Looking down from the foot of the mountain, there was fire and thick smoke everywhere.
It seemed that Wang Weihong had also made her move tonight.
Actually, Old Man Wang did not kill him personally. He only took a pair of hydraulic pliers and cut off the anklets of all the slaves.
Then, he would tell everyone that he would take revenge.
There were only a dozen villagers left behind, and their boss was not around. The village was their world.
Eat, drink, f * ck, get so high that you can't even crawl.
When the blades and axes landed on their bodies, no one reacted. They died comfortably.
Criminals were punished by justice, and Shangri-La returned to the hands of the people.
However, just like the western fables said. The young man who killed the evil dragon became a new evil dragon.
After the freed slaves killed all the villagers, they were all killed. They quickly formed small groups according to their previous social relationships. Each of them occupied a few earth buildings and guarded against each other.
As for those women, they were divided up again.
The moment Chen Feng arrived at the village entrance, he was discovered and shouted.
"There's still one who escaped!"
"I know him. This kid is the second-in-command.”
"F * ck it!"
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