"Okay, okay! I'll arrange it right away."

After saying that, Xiao Qingya immediately started to distribute.

Fortunately, everyone has completed nine years of compulsory education and participated in military training, and has learned about the use of weapons from TV.

So I learned the basic operations in a short while.

As for those two big pipes, they still have to be pulled by tanks.

An hour later, this heavily armored ragtag infantry regiment drove out of the city gate in an orderly manner.

The search teams that were really going out to hunt zombies were all stunned when they saw this armored infantry regiment.

More than twenty kilometers away, there is a stronghold built against a mountain.

The predecessor of this stronghold was a university. When the apocalypse began, students and teachers cleared out the zombies and raised the walls of the campus to build a stronghold.

At the beginning, this place was a good stronghold. With the teachers and students exercising self-discipline, there were no problems. Later, due to the indiscriminate acceptance of survivors, there were actually some inhumane criminals, and finally the owner changed.

This stronghold was therefore renamed the Mad Wolf Stronghold.

The students and teachers who once managed this stronghold were either killed and their bodies discarded, or became playthings of the new owners, interpreting the story of the farmer and the snake.

If you want to be a saint without absolute strength, it means you are afraid that you will not die fast enough.

There are probably more than a thousand people in the Mad Wolf stronghold, mostly men, and 90% of them are people with special abilities. After all, they are just thugs who rely on plundering other strongholds, and it is impossible for them to take in those useless ordinary people.

So, although there were hundreds of women, they were all locked in cages. To them, women were just goods and playthings. Their guns, for example, required crystal cores and women in exchange for them from the group of perverts occupying the military area.

At this moment, in a teaching building.

A group of dirty and fierce men were discussing something.

"Boss, I suggest exchanging the women we looted yesterday for a cannon or an RPG. This way we'll be able to attack the Thorn Flower stronghold."

"Bullshit! I think we should get some more bullets. We only have less than 20 rounds a day now."

"I think bullets and explosives will be enough, as long as we can attack the Thorn Flower stronghold. I heard that the real estate tycoon Qin Wanshu from before the apocalypse is also there. That's my dream lover, hehe!"

Sitting in the first seat was a bald, fierce man with a scar on his face.

Facing the crowd's discussions, he just smiled grimly: "Humph! Those Thorn Flower girls will be ours sooner or later. There's no need to rush. The first thing to do now is to find them. We don't know how many bullets and RPGs we will need."

As soon as Bald Scar finished speaking, a little brother staggered in from the door.

"Boss, something big has happened..."