Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

The two wounded people supported each other and walked slowly. Since they had not eaten, Teng Xiyan walked weakly.

I dug through the weeds and saw the familiar helicopter crashing on the road.

The corpses of several mutated wolves were half eaten. Teng Xiyan glanced at the piece of weeds flattened by him and another wolf. There were still some mutated wolf corpses on it.

Cang Mingzhu followed his gaze and asked, "Did you kill these three wolves?"

He saw several scratches on Teng Xiyan's body last night, and there were bite marks on his calves, and his heart couldn't help but feel a dull pain.

Teng Xiyan raised his eyebrows: "Yes, is it powerful? One against three, injury in exchange for kill!"

Cang Mingzhu held his hand tightly, lowered her eyes and muttered: "Yeah, awesome."

"Wait for me. There should be compressed food in the helicopter. I'll get some for you." Teng Xiyan let go of his hand, limped over, climbed into the helicopter, rummaged around inside, and finally found it. A few pieces of crushed grain.

The food was soaked by the rain and looked like an indescribable mass. Teng Xiyan sighed and handed the food to Cang Mingzhu.

"We can only make do, otherwise we will starve to death."

Teng Xiyan only broke off a small piece and kept it in his hand, swallowing the soaked compressed food into his stomach while enduring retching.

Cang Mingzhu ate the food expressionlessly and handed the bottle to Teng Xiyan. When Teng Xiyan was almost done drinking, he took it and took a few sips.

"We'll see if there are any rabbits later. I'll kill one and bake it for you." Cang Mingzhu stretched out his hand to wipe off the ash on Teng Xiyan's face, with a hint of guilt in his expression.

Teng Xiyan: "I'm not that squeamish yet. It's important to find Mingkong and the others."

He reached out and held Cang Mingzhu, "Let's go."

Teng Xiyan followed the route he remembered yesterday and found the small shabby house by the river.

The two people walked to the door of the small shabby house, and their breathing suddenly became heavy. The things inside were messy, and the floor and walls were stained with blood. The two people who originally stayed here had disappeared, leaving only a room where a fight had occurred.

Teng Xiyan bent down and picked up a needle remaining on the ground, leaving nothing else behind.

"Mingkong and Fu Zhou must have escaped. Everything else has been taken away, so they should be fine." Teng Xiyan clenched the needle in his hand, but he was extremely worried.

Now that the helicopter has crashed, they don't know what the situation is in the southern city. They can't walk all the way back to the base. They have to find a way to contact other people.

"They went upstream."

Cang Mingzhu stood outside the door, staring at the stone sign on the ground. Although Tantai Zhao and their footprints had been washed away by the rain last night, when they left in a hurry, Tantai Zhao used force to embed the stone in the soil. The reason was that I was afraid that other mutants would mess up the mark.

Teng Xiyan threw away the needle and walked out.

It rained all night, and the water level rose a lot. Occasionally, a few mutant corpses floated by.

He glanced at the mark left by Tantai Zhao, and suddenly felt relieved, as long as he was still alive.

"Let's go."

Walking up the river, Teng Xiyan looked at the river and sighed slightly: "I don't know what happened to the other two."

Although Lin Wangxi and Li Jiaoyang were good at skills, they were both rather nervous. Without Tantai Zhao to control them, they didn't know what they could do.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen except for the quarrel." Cang Mingzhu comforted her.

The other side of the moment.

Lin Wangxi and Li Jiaoyang each supported a team member and walked into the woods. The four people were covered in blood. They didn't know how serious the injuries were.

Cheng Wuming held his waist where blood was leaking out, his face was bloodless.

From time to time, mutants appeared in the surroundings to attack them. Lin Wangxi held a gun in his other hand, pointed it at the mutant, and shot directly through the mutant's head.

"You...run by yourselves..." Cheng Wuming squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty, as if he would faint in the next second if he was too weak.

Li Jiaoyang bandaged his wound with a bandage, but the blood that quickly flowed out turned the bandage red. A trace of anger flashed across Li Jiaoyang's eyes, and the ends of his eyes were scarlet: "Sooner or later, I will kill all these mutants!"

Lin Wangxi took out two potions from his pocket and handed them to Li Jiaoyang: "Teng Xiaoyan said this should be used to save lives, so give them a drink!"

Li Jiaoyang hurriedly took the potion, but Cheng Wuming grabbed his hand and gave a wry smile: "Don't save me... Bringing Twelve and I is also a burden, so be it... I'm fine tired......"

Twelve's situation was no better than Cheng Wuming's. He leaned against the tree, his eyes a little distracted, looking at the sky for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

Li Jiaoyang grabbed his hand and drank the medicine directly: "No, I insist on saving him!"

Lin Wangxi knelt on the ground, opened another potion, and poured it into Twelve's mouth. Twelve didn't resist, and didn't even bother to move.

"Twelve, please talk. Don't be depressed. Where do you feel the pain? Can I give you some candy? You must hold on, you won't die!" Lin Wang hoped that he would not speak, and felt even more panicked. .

Cheng Wuming half-supported the tree and coughed violently. He coughed out the medicine and blood, and his face became even paler.

The bleeding in his abdomen couldn't stop at all, and his hands felt like they were soaked in blood.

"Half of my intestines...have fallen out. I can't survive..." Cheng Wuming leaned against the tree with a painful expression, but also a hint of relief.

Li Jiaoyang could only simply bandage them. They had nothing on them and could not treat their wounds at all. He covered Cheng Wuming's abdomen with trembling hands, and blood overflowed from his fingers.

"Cheng Wuming, didn't you say you wanted to replace me and follow the boss and fight side by side? Don't die... You are alive, I will give you my position..."

Cheng Wuming pulled his lips and laughed, his eyes a little distracted.

I have followed Colonel Cang for several years, and I like to play with these children who are much younger than him. Although they are more powerful than him, they are still children. He always likes to tease Li Jiaoyang and Lin Wangxi, telling them that one day , he could also follow Colonel Cang all day long and show off his power, but Li Jiaoyang proudly told him that it was impossible. Colonel Cang liked him the most, saying that he could not replace him.

But Cheng Wuming always believed that one day he could fight alongside Colonel Cang.

Because Colonel Cang is a heroic existence in his eyes.

The twelve lips on the side moved and his voice was weak: "I seem to have seen my brother..."

Cheng Wuming looked at the two of them, their gray faces stained with blood, and the panic in their eyes. Sure enough, they were still two children who had not grown up.

"You two must see the future that we haven't seen. I believe you can get there."