Zhang Qiu drove in the morning.
Not long after walking, a huge tree fell on the road, and many small branches and wood blocked the road tightly.
You can already see that this mountain range is a bit unusual, the rocks are green in color.
Many stones rolled down from the hillside, and looking around, there are many natural, rugged stone sculptures.
Zhang Qiu said, "I'll go down and take a look."
Zhang Qiu took out a machete from the tool box and prepared to cut down the messy branches to clear a path into the mountains.
Yu Xifeng felt something was unusual.
She switched the RV to viewing mode on the control panel.
The roof slowly rose, forming a retractable railing, and the curtains were lowered.
Yu Xifeng came to the second floor.
Behind a stone that was two people tall, there was a detailed discussion going on.
"That man got off. Is there anyone else in the car?"
"A motorhome, such a magnificent motorhome must have a lot of good things."
"I said they would come this way."
"Is there another woman in the car?"
Zhang Qiu walked forward with the machete in his hand, oblivious to everything.
Yu Xifeng pulled aside the curtains and looked down from above, taking in the person behind the stone sculpture.
His clothes were greasy, his hair was wrapped in tattered cloth, and his body was covered in mud.
After Zhang Qiu came out, they were obviously relieved.
At the ancestral home of the Zhang Qiu family, they only met each other from a distance, and they thought Yu Xifeng was a vase kept by the upper class.
Seeing that they were discovered, more than a dozen people rushed forward.
I think I replaced all the kitchen knives and machetes before.
The weapons in these people's hands were in a mess.
There were all kinds of strange-shaped sticks and stones, and the only thing worth seeing was a stone axe.
The same goes for clothes; several people sewed their underwear onto their coats.
The moment they rushed out, gunshots rang out.
It's a rifle.
After the earthquake in the underground shelter, Yu Xifeng desperately collected two cabinets before the patrol team's office collapsed completely.
Yu Xifeng didn't shoot many guns in his past and present lives.
I practiced target shooting during military training in college, and in my previous life I picked up a hunting rifle discarded by a hunter.
I did get a pistol in this life.
But there were too few bullets, so she used them sparingly.
Due to lack of proficiency, the accuracy will be affected if the distance is a little further.
The first few shots barely produced satisfactory results.
That was because Yu Xifeng had used many kinds of crooked crossbows in his previous life.
The tacit understanding and tolerance for remote devices that we develop can be said to be a kind of intuition, coupled with the spiritual nourishment of space.
But it's different now.
Two cabinets were robbed, one of which contained nine rifles hanging in the gun cabinet and a dozen pistols underneath.
The other box is bullets.
That adds up to almost four hundred.
There is a feeling of expansion like a beggar turning over a new leaf.
The first shot penetrated the temple.
The blood-red splash, along with the sound of the gunshot, shocked everyone.
Zhang Qiu was finally shocked to find the person behind the stone: "Uncle Li!"
Each of them is a familiar face; they used to be neighbors.
Zhang Qiu said with difficulty: "What do you want to do?"
The man called Uncle Li by Zhang Qiu fell to his knees with a thud.
"Qiu Wa Zi, you are finally back."
"Your sister Pan'er, who took care of you when you were a child, has frozen to death. I can't make ends meet either. There's really not enough food at home. Your aunt is still waiting for me to bring back food. She hasn't eaten in two days."
The people around also echoed.
"Yes, Qiuwazi, now that you are rich, you can't forget our fellow villagers."
"When you were little, I held you in my arms."
"Your grandfather and I used to play chess, do you remember?"
Zhang Qiu looked at Uncle Li who was wailing and crying, his eyes swept across the familiar faces, and he stepped back step by step.
The man's body was still lying on the ground, and the bullet pierced his head from the side.
You can even see the brain which is a mess.
Zhang Qiu was not mistaken. Uncle Li swallowed his saliva at the corpse.
Zhang Qiu had an association that made him want to vomit.
Uncle Li took two steps on his knees, trying to pull Zhang Qiu over.
As long as we catch Zhang Qiu, maybe we can threaten the woman above to put down the gun.
The second bullet hit Uncle Li's shoulder.
Yu Xifeng was aiming at the head, but he happened to rush forward and the bullet hit the shoulder.
Yu Xifeng pulled the bolt and loaded the next bullet.
Zhang Qiu also took advantage of the gap and retreated back to the RV.
Yu Xifeng was on the second floor, shouting down: "Remove the trees, I will beat anyone who dares to run away."
Yu Xifeng's tone of voice was not harsh, and it couldn't even be called a threat.
The words were cold and harsh.
Zhang Qiu has successfully returned to the RV.
Old Li was unwilling to accept this, and neither were the others.
The tightly sealed doors and windows of the RV made them unable to stop imagining how many good things were inside.
There must be food, compressed biscuits, and if you are lucky, maybe even some white rice.
They were dressed so well and their clothes looked warm, so there must be blankets in the car.
And gasoline fuel.
RVs are actually something that people are salivating over.
Some people seemed to hear the clucking sound of chickens, and their eyes turned red.
But under the black muzzle of a gun, they could only move the fallen tree reluctantly.
They took a lot of effort to get these trees here.
Not only did you get nothing, you also had to get it back yourself.
I'm so unlucky today.
But one person died.
Not bad.
And Lao Li was injured.
Old Li noticed the gazes of people around him and felt panicked and anxious.
His shoulder was injured, but there would be no medicine or bandage.
He knew better than anyone what would be waiting for him if he went back like this and his wound worsened.
Children can eat it, women can eat it, and of course he can eat it too.
It would be fine if the people in the RV didn’t know me.
But he just happened to know him.
Zhang Qiu took his mother's surname, and Old Li often made fun of Old Man Cai for this.
But now, he is being ridiculed and shit on by such a bastard.
The mere fact that Zhang Qiu was still alive was enough to break down Old Li's defenses.
Old man Cai has such a useless son, but he is still alive and lives such a clean life. It is obvious that he has never gone hungry.
Old Li felt that God was blind.
That woman has no eyes.
How could he be interested in someone with a gun in his hand? He is not his son.
But his son had been eaten.
How could Zhang Qiu still be alive?
No one dared to treat Yu Xifeng, who was holding a gun, as a toy anymore. Some people's legs were shaking, but they didn't dare to stop their hands.
Finally, a path that looked quite spacious was cleared.
Zhang Qiu prepared to go out and check again.
These people have already crossed the bottom line, there are no more traps ahead.
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