Apocalyptic Mechanical Chariot

Although the performance of these survivors in front of him made Han Feng feel a little unhappy.

However, Han Feng did not intend to kill all these survivors. He just looked at the survivors in front of him coldly and said in a cold tone:

"I know what you are worried about. If you accompany me to Hangcheng University Town, after I find what you want, I will ensure that you can safely go to Anhui Province, and those zombies will never come to trouble you. "

As soon as Han Feng finished speaking, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the team of survivors:

"Bragging, do zombies still listen to your orders?"

After hearing the voices among the survivors, Han Feng was willing to waste more words and directly raised the cold blade of the Dark Moon Scimitar.

"I'm not begging you now. If you think I'm lying to you, you can try it yourself now to see if my blade is sharp enough."

When the cold blade of the Dark Moon sword lit up, Yang Siyi, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, stood up and screamed:

"Don't kill us, we'll go with you!"

After he finished saying this, he turned his head to the survivors beside him and shouted in a hurry:

"Are you stupid? If we go to Hangcheng University Town now, we will not necessarily die, but if we don't go, we will move our heads immediately!"

The survivors who were standing on the spot, after hearing Yang Siyi's words, all lowered their heads thoughtfully and thought for a moment. After they understood the joints inside, they all stood up one by one.

When Meng Wan'er saw all the survivors standing up one by one, she looked at the survivors, took a deep breath, then turned her eyes to Han Feng, and whispered:

"I agree to accompany you to Hangcheng University Town, but I also hope that you can do what you promised us. After you find what you want, you can escort us safely to Anhui Province."

As Meng Wan'er finished speaking, Han Feng's cold eyes finally softened a little, but when he looked at the survivors in ragged clothes, he frowned again.

"Did you all come here via Route 11?"

After Han Feng asked the question, Yang Siyi acted like a bitch, nodded and bowed and said to Han Feng:

"Of course we can't just walk. If we only have our own two legs, how can we go that far."

After he finished speaking, he pointed directly at the grass behind them and whispered:

"Our mode of transportation is motorcycles, which are not only fast, but also flexible. Most importantly, they consume less gasoline."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately turned around and got into the grass behind him. A moment later, he pushed out a black and red motorcycle directly from the grass.

"Jianshe brand motorcycle has a displacement of 150cc and a fuel consumption of only 2L per 100 kilometers. It is very suitable for the current situation in the apocalypse."

Han Feng looked at the motorcycle being pushed out with all kinds of odds and ends tied to its body, and shook his head helplessly.

But he would not laugh at the survivors in front of him.

If he were one of those ordinary survivors, he would definitely take all the usable supplies with him on the way to evacuate. After all, with every extra item, the possibility of surviving in the apocalypse increases.

"Since you have transportation, you can go ahead and lead the way." Han Feng didn't say much after seeing the motorcycle pushed out by Yang Siyi, but turned back and walked in the direction of the Unimog RV.

However, as he walked, he pointed at the Tianshangyang electronic cannon and the 75mm microwave laser automatic rapid-fire cannon on the top of the RV, and said:

"You lead the way, but I advise you not to have any bad thoughts. I think no matter how fast a motorcycle is, it can't be faster than a cannonball."

As Han Feng slowly approached the Unimog RV, Yang Siyi, who was already pushing the motorcycle and standing by the campfire, looked at the other survivors around him who had not yet moved, and shouted sharply:

"Why are you all still staying there? Hurry up and push your motorcycle out. Didn't you feel the breath of that person just now? That person can probably crush us to death with one finger. I am now I finally saved your lives, you should thank me."

In fact, it cannot be said that Yang Siyi's flattering behavior is wrong. When facing an absolutely powerful person, everything he is doing now, apart from being emotionally difficult to accept, is indeed the best way.

Even before the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, this kind of behavior was commonplace. For example, if the relationship between Han Feng and the survivors in front of him was compared to the relationship between the boss and his employees before the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus. Han Feng is the boss who pays the salary, and these survivors are the employees who work on the salary.

It's just that after the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, the subject matter of salary changed, and money became their life.

"Boom boom——!"

When the engine of the Unimog RV roared again, the members of the survivor team also got on their own motorcycles.

After Yang Siyi's persuasion, these survivors all accepted the fact that their arms could not twist their thighs. The motorcycles under the entire team of survivors also made a subtle chirp and started almost at the same time.

Following several roars, a team of more than a dozen motorcycles and a large off-road RV rushed onto the highway from the dense grass.

However, the entire convoy did not drive on the highway for long. Led by these survivors, the Unimog RV only passed four intersections, and then drove under a sign hanging the Hangcheng University Town ramp exit. Exited the highway.

Hangcheng University Town, like university towns in other cities, is not located in the center of Hangzhou, but in the suburbs of Hangzhou, for the convenience of land expropriation and cost-effectiveness.

The location of the entire university town is about fifty kilometers away from the center of Hangzhou City. Except for the Hangcheng University District, most of the nearby areas are farmland and fish ponds, making the entire area seem a bit desolate.

But it was precisely because of this that the survivors led by Meng Wan'er were lucky to survive in this area and escaped several encirclements and suppressions by zombies and doll corps.

If the apocalyptic virus breaks out, Meng Wan'er's team of survivors will appear in the zombie-dense urban area of ​​Hangzhou.

Then she and the other survivors in the team are probably long gone.