Shuoyu and the others stepped out of this forest and walked into another forest. Because of Long Wenjian's words, most people developed a habit that was not really a problem, that is, when they had nothing to do, they liked to look up at the sky.
It was as if there was everything they longed for, clean and beautiful.
Shuoyu, Ayi, and their commander were trying their best to organize their small force. They crossed the blockade, trying to find the main force and join them to win more chances of survival.
During this period, Shuo Yu saw many corpses lying on the roadside. The victorious enemy would drag away the bodies of their compatriots, but the defeated us would only run away and had no time to care about the bodies of our companions. After seeing so many, he could only try his best to keep his eyes on the guys around him who were still alive, and no longer look at the ground, as if those guys no longer existed.
Some people in their team couldn't accept this scene and turned their heads to vomit, even though there was nothing left in their stomachs. All they vomited was some white and yellow water.
But no one can walk with peace of mind on a path paved with the corpses of your compatriots, because each of them could be a less fortunate version of you, and you are just slightly luckier than them.
They saw more and more corpses of various kinds, which was also a signal that they were getting closer and closer to the main force. Shuoyu and his men were on the right track, which was comforting news.
They hurried on their way in silence, with only one thought in their mind, that is "going home". No matter what, they had to go home. This was the only belief that kept most people going.
There is only one exception, and that is Milong.
The Bull Demon King Milong quickly transformed into the black market boss Milong, a familiar figure to the old guys. He used violence and fists to plunder the belongings of the dead and any valuable things he could see, because he had not forgotten that he had sold all his wealth to Shuoyu.
He started to steal the dead man's watches, pens and other things, making money from the dead, and was proud of it. Then he turned around and threw his machine gun to Doubing, who looked at him helplessly.
Seeing a vehicle loaded with supplies with a missing wheel on the roadside, he shouted, "This is mine! All of it is mine!" Everyone tried to ignore him and treat him as if he didn't exist. Milong also treated everyone in the same way.
Now he looked even more like a "nouveau riche" than when he was at the defeated soldiers' station. He claimed that he had come here to make a fortune, so he carried out his declaration without any shame. He put big rings on his thick fingers one on each hand, and around his neck was a necklace, a pocket watch, and some kind of longevity lock, as if he wanted to strangle himself to death.
He had at least three or four watches in good working order on one arm, and the pens stuck on his belt made him look like a pen dealer.
Shuoyu couldn't ignore him, because he knew that Milong just lost hope again.
He smiled and came to Milong who was trying hard to push the cart. Milong was still yelling, "Come and help him. It's not for free. Give them good things."
The guys who wanted to come over after smelling the shit were all beaten back by Shuoyu with a look.
He put his hands on his hips and looked at Milong, looking at the canned biscuits in his broken car, which even had sugar in them, and his smile became more and more bright.
"Boss Mi, is this business reopening?"
"Ah? What's the matter? Of course I gave you all the food I had. I have to eat when I get back to Zenda!"
Milong was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look into Shuoyu's eyes.
"Give me half."
Shuo Yu didn't bother to be polite with him and asked to take away half of it. He thought he was kind enough. After all, Mi Long had sold it to him, so asking him for half of it was not bad. He didn't want the ones he couldn't eat, but these canned biscuits.
Milong opened his eyes wide and spoke with a stutter.
"You, you, what the hell are you doing? You want half of me just by opening your mouth!?"
Shuo Yu spoke calmly, looking at his distressed expression,
"How about, Boss Mi, are you planning to give it all to me? It's not impossible. You already sold yourself to me anyway. Besides, you can't carry so many things by yourself, right? I won't ask for more. Let's split it 50-50. I'll get a few people to help you carry it, but it won't be for free. You have to pay them, okay?"
"You, you thing, I, I, I owe that bastard a lot of money. I actually bought it for myself just for Li Ula. It's so damn worthless. I'm at a huge loss!"
When Shuoyu heard this, he knew that Milong agreed. He smiled and called Kangya and a few strong-looking guys to help. Then he opened the box with his bare hands in front of Milong and stuffed all the canned food and biscuits into his bag.
Then he happily ran to the front and began his "feeding operation", waving his small silver fork, and starting from the leader at the front, he distributed the hard-earned cans and biscuits to everyone without missing a single one.
When the can was fed to Meng Fanle's mouth, Fanle laughed. Of course, he saw where the can came from, so he laughed while eating.
"Okay, stop laughing. You'll get a cramp soon."
Shuo Yu secretly gave him a whole biscuit, which was considered a special treat for him. He still didn't understand why this guy was so thin.
Shuo Yu had no choice but to secretly prepare some food for him to ensure that he would not break his frail body due to the long journey.
Now everyone is chewing on the greasy canned food that they are reluctant to swallow, and they all have half a biscuit in their hands that they are reluctant to put in their mouths.
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