When the old man lying on the ground was waiting for death, when he heard Hua Yang was willing to go find food, his empty eyes were radiating a different kind of spirit, just like a drowning person suddenly caught a rotten wood, mixed joys and sorrows. He fantasized about floating on the ashore while holding the rotten wood, but was afraid of sinking to the bottom of the river with the rotten wood.

Next to Lu Nan stood seven and a half-year-old children, with dirty little faces with smiles, thin and tender shoulders with wooden shields on their backs, and a bright dog-legged knife in their hands. The blade was polished so sharply. Their eyes were shining, full of longing for the future.

Behind the children were twelve gray-haired elderly people, the oldest was 62 years old, and the youngest was 51 years old. The long knife in each hand was rusty, their eyes flashed, and their eyes were covered in dust. They didn't believe that Hua Yang could find food from the service station. The most correct way for humans to see a monster infected with the virus should be to turn around and run.

Hua Yang touched his nose, looked at the children, and then at the old man, while energetic and lifeless. Despair is a terrible thing. Once they occupy their hearts, they will not resist and begin to leave it to fate.

"Let's go!" Hua Yang didn't want to say anything more, and led twenty people to the bottom of the mountain. The children spread their feet and ran like a gust of wind. The elderly were alert to the surroundings, stretched their heads and widened their eyes like groundhogs. As long as there was a storm, they would immediately run into the fence.

After walking for twenty minutes, everyone moved only more than 300 meters. Hua Yang looked at the gradually shifting sun. At this speed, it was too dark to get out of the service station. Something had to be done. Hua Yang walked around the foot of the mountain and stood next to a pit. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he jumped out of the pit. He thought about the protective suit and helmet in his mind, and took out twenty-one sets. Then he took out five bows and three hundred bows.

After the arrangement was neatly arranged, Hua Yang shouted loudly: "Come here!" The eight children ran to the edge of the big pit without hesitation. The twelve old men looked puzzled and moved slowly. When they saw the children wearing protective suits of the big size, they accelerated their pace, and their eyes were already stagnant.

All eight children were wearing protective clothing. The size two-sized protective clothing could cover the knees, button it, and tie it tightly with an armed strap, like wearing a skirt. Although the helmet was a little empty on the head, tighten the leather buckle, press down the transparent mask in front of the face, and see the world's safety increased greatly through the mineral glass.

Throwing out the remaining protective suits and helmets, Hua Yang also climbed out of the pit. Looking at the twelve old men standing in front of him, Hua Yang's face turned cold, and a cold snorted out of his nostrils. The old man was at a loss for a moment. He looked at the child and then at himself, and a light red appeared on his dark face.

Hua Yang said: "I don't know what happened to you, which made you despair and depressed, and one by one was lifeless. The long sword used to survive actually rust. With your attitude, how can you survive in this world?" Hua Yang was preaching others and encouraged himself. In this strange world, a hero is needed, and Hua Yang wants to play this hero.

Hua Yang, wearing a protective suit, was full of energy and continued to say, "What I need is a warrior who can fight and fight, not a coward who is timid. Look at these children and look at you again! Are you ashamed or ashamed? Are you alive as a dog at the age of a dog? Why not grow up?"

As he said that, Hua Yang glared: "You all go back to the gathering place. It's too dangerous outside and it's not suitable for cowards. Go and call the twelve children and let them put on protective clothing. I will take them to find food and transport them back for you to eat."

The more you experience, the more pain you suffer. Among the survivors who have survived, the one who is most hurt is not the young and strong, nor the children, but the group of old people. Facing the crowd of zombies, they become the burden of the young and strong, deceived by the young and strong, and then abandoned in the wilderness. The children have dreams and are waiting for an impossible miracle. The elderly have experienced vicissitudes, know the warmth and warmth, and understand that the strong men who leave will not come back. Their only mission is to wait for the weak to starve to death, then dig a hole and bury them, dig a hole and wait for death in the hole.

Hua Yang's words were like sharp knives, stabbing the hearts of these old men. The shame on his face turned into shame and anger. Looking at the crossbow arrows in Hua Yang's hand, the old men dared not speak out. After all, Hua Yang was young and had a mysterious origin. Who knows how many people were behind him?

"I'll go with you!" An old man with a red nose stood up first, waved his hand and said, "At worst, this old bone can be thrown into the pile of zombies, and the dolls can't rush forward."

Hearing the old man say this, several other old men stood up: "I fought with them, and my head was covered with scars. Eighteen years later, I will be a hero again." As anger burned in the old man's pupils, despair and laziness disappeared, and a sense of pride rose in my heart, forgetting that they were the burden of being abandoned by the young and strong, and transforming into the guardian saints of the children.

"Okay! Very good!" Hua Yang looked at the thrilling passion that surged on the old people, and said with high emotion: "Put on protective clothing and go with me." As Hua Yang said that, he burst into his heart with passion, waved his hand and shouted: "Kill monsters and grab food!"

"Kill monsters and grab food!" "Kill monsters and grab food!" "Kill monsters and grab food!" Three slogans are louder and louder, and everyone's morale is gradually rising.

Hua Yang saw that everyone was wearing protective clothing, put on his helmet, and took out five bows from the bottom of the pit and asked, "Who can shoot arrows?"

Zhang Yan, with a red nose, looked at the longbow in Hua Yang's hand and couldn't help but ask: "Is it a recurve bow?"

Hua Yang handed the bow to the thin old man: "You try it, can you pull it away?"

Zhang Yan took the longbow handed over by Hua Yang with his hands, stroked the white bow, held his palm on the bow, and drove out an arrow with his other hand, put it on the bowstring, and slowly used force to pull the bowstring into a full moon. Zhang Yan aimed at the dead tree a hundred steps away and said, "I shoot that branch!" As he said, he loosened his fingers, whisper! The bow and arrow flew into the air, flew towards the dead tree, and with a loud bang, nailed it to the trunk.

A faint blush appeared on Zhang Yan's face. He was aiming at the third tree on the left. When he shot the arrow, his hand tilted, and the feather arrow was nailed to the fourth tree on the left. This was too far away! He quickly mocked himself: "I haven't practiced for too long, and I don't have the head on my hands. I used to be the coach of the Archery Team of the Provincial Sports School!"

Lu Nan also said to Hua Yang: "Uncle Zhang is really a coach! I have seen the trophy at his house, and he once won the third place in the country."

There are all kinds of talents in the crowd of people in the end of the world. Hua Yang could not have imagined that he was so lucky that he could actually meet the coach of the archery team of the Sports School. He handed the remaining four bows and arrows to Zhang Yan and said, "Uncle Zhang, I'll give you an hour. Just pick four people to teach you. Just be a little accurate. You are responsible for blocking and I'm responsible for shooting." Hua Yang said and patted the crossbow in his hand.

Hua Yang's confidence is the correct head of the crossbow. The crossbow after the string is better controlled than the bow. With the scope, as long as the hand is stable, choose a good ruler according to the distance, and one hit is accurate. However, the bow cannot hang the string, and it depends entirely on the strength of the arm to pull it away. The arms will inevitably tremble. Relying on the sight and feeling, a little trembling will cause a big error.

Zhang Yan looked at Hua Yang as if he was magically trying to take out five bows and arrows, and he felt very excited for a moment! Although the recurved bow is not as powerful as the compound bow, it can penetrate the human body at a distance of 50 meters. Moreover, attacking with long-range weapons has a psychological advantage. It is more lethal than slashing the face-to-face sword. Humans infected with viruses move slowly, which is equivalent to shooting arrows one by one, and their chances of winning are greatly increased!

The other four younger elderly men set their bows and arrows. Under Zhang Yan's guidance, they quickly mastered the key points of archery. As long as they have steady hands, calmness, aim at the target and pull the bow. Although some errors will occur when they loosen their hands, they can also shoot on dead trees 30 meters away. Such a accurate head is acceptable.

After each of them shot more than forty arrows, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on their faces. They didn’t even have to eat grass roots and bark for three or four days, and they had no energy on their bodies. They would naturally be boring if they were tortured like this.

Zhang Yan's lips were pale and panting. He sat on the ground and looked at Hua Yang and said, "No! Everyone hasn't eaten for a few days, and even if they run to the service station, they don't have the energy to pull the bow and shoot arrows."

"What do you think?" Hua Yang looked at Zhang Yan and felt something in Zhang Yan's words. Zhang Yan took a breath and said, "Lu Heping still has a few dead cakes in his hand. We have to come over and replenish our hunger first. If we have the energy, we can set up the service station."

Hua Yang touched his nose with his hand and said, "Since Lu Heping has dead noodles, why didn't he take it out just now."

Zhang Yan was speechless when he asked, and a hint of shame appeared on Lu Nan's face: "Brother Hua Yang, grandpa doesn't trust you very much. Those dead breads are dry food. If zombies gather around, everyone can eat something when they escape. They can run farther and faster." As he said that, Lu Nan flattened his mouth: "I originally wanted to ask you for one, but grandpa didn't."

Hua Yang grinned, and even the bark of grassroots and trees seemed precious in places where material scarcity was. Pieces of dead-faced cakes naturally became life-saving stocks.

Zhang Yan panted and said, "That's because Lu Heping doesn't know your strength and sincerity." As he said that, Zhang Yan patted the recurved bow in his hand: "Just relying on these five bows and twenty sets of protective suits, Lao Lu will give us food."

Hua Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the sun in the sky. It should be three o'clock in the afternoon, and it will be dark at 8 o'clock in the evening, and there is not much time left!

Lu Nan volunteered: "I'll tell my grandfather that this place is not far from the gathering place, and at most half an hour, I will definitely bring the dead bread back." As he said that, he didn't care whether Hua Yang agreed or not, and held his helmet and spread his legs to the gathering place.

Looking at Lu Nan's back, he was like a childish tiger running for survival. He had no strong body, sharp minions, and rich hunting experience. But he knew what was right and how to strive for persistence. This was enough! As long as he was allowed to grow, he was destined to be the king of the forest.

"Get up! Get up!" Hua Yang waved the crossbow in his hand: "Go! Go towards the service station. We can't stop. We must bring the food back before dark." The group of people got up one after another and continued to move forward with firm steps.
Chapter completed!