A stronghold cannot make everyone trapped inside and starve to death.

In hunger, even the weakest person can do crazy things.

There are still ten kilometers away from the stronghold, and you can see many survivors here. Some of them are digging wild vegetables, looking for everything they can eat.

Sporadic survivors searched the nearby buildings over and over again, hoping to find some food.

Over the years, the result was that within a radius of 2 or 30 kilometers, there was no edible thing to eat. Even the bark and grass roots were dug up and eaten by the survivors.

Those with strength will go further away or enter the city.

However, the number of zombies in the city and the emergence of alienated zombies is not everyone with this ability.

Walking in these places, Lu Chuan had a problem, which is why they don’t farm?

With the flatness here, it is much better to plant something casually than to be hungry now? But Lu Chuan saw it, it was a barren land with weeds in the fields.

Although they saw the survivors, Chu Bin and the others did not dare to be careless and remained vigilant.

“Woo…”

Suddenly, a heart-pounding sound came from a distance.

When he heard this voice, Chu Bin and his friends reacted quickly while their faces changed drastically. Without any hesitation, they just looked for the closest place to hide and rushed in.

Lu Chuan's movements were slower, after all, he had never experienced them, and he didn't know what this meant.

Chu Bin and the others' nervous expressions still asked Lu Chuan to follow suit.

In fact, with the zombie suit, Lu Chuan was not very worried about the arrival of zombies. As long as he did not commit suicide, these zombies would regard themselves as ordinary members.

As soon as I hid, a small black dot appeared in the sky.

Survivors who were looking for food before were looking for everything they could hide, as if they were crazy.

Some survivors use a camouflage woven from weeds to cover themselves directly, then lie in the grass or in some corners.

“Woo woo…”

A violent sound whizzed by.

When Lu Chuan looked up, what he saw made Lu Chuan dumbfounded.

Humanoids have huge flesh membrane connections between their arms and bodies, forming wings. Their hands and feet have alienated sharp claws, which are more like a demon, a batman.

They have hideous faces, wrinkled skin, and extremely rotten.

A slightly opened mouth full of pointed teeth.

"What the hell is this?"

Lu Chuan was a little stunned. There was actually such a zombie? Judging from this form, it should be this flying zombie evolved after human changes?

It was like patrolling the territory, and these flying corpses in demonic form were passing by here.

"It's bloodthirsty claws."

Chu Bin, in horror, said in a low voice, as if he found himself making a sound, and he covered his mouth with his hands in panic.

“Woo…”

Another shrill sound of whining sound, as if the target was discovered, the group of bloodthirsty claws formed a tornado in the sky, diving down from the air.

I saw some survivors who had hidden before. They roared and ran away one by one, but were caught up by these bloodthirsty claws and pounced down from the air, overwhelming them.

The sharp teeth bite, and their hands and feet were sharp claws, like eight-clawed spiders, hugging people tightly.

Tens of bloodthirsty claws pounced on them, and instantly shared the unlucky survivors, leaving only the dyed red streets.

Now Lu Chuan finally knows why survivors cannot farm. This end of time is not like the end of the Resident Evil. The types and numbers of zombies here are even more numerous and diverse.

With these bloodthirsty claws in it, it is enough to despair any survivor exposed to the wild.

What's more, the larger flying zombies I saw in a biochemical factory before is the one that is so powerful.

In this environment, the living space of human beings can be imagined.

If you dare to leave the stronghold, you must always be prepared to die.

In such a harsh environment, if it weren't for starving to death, who would have come to the outside world?

…………

It took more than half an hour before the group of bloodthirsty claws left.

The whole sky returned to peace, and another blue sunny day.

The survivors who had been hiding before appeared one after another. They seemed to be numb to all this, and no expression on their faces. Then they were devoted to this great cause of sweeping.

Anything that can be used will be their goal.

…………

The wall, which was about twenty meters high in front of me, gave Lu Chuan a feeling that he had become a little small.

From a distance, you can see some patrol armed personnel on it.

The terrain here is open, and survivors cleared out all the buildings and woods in the nearby area, forming a flat area. The advantage is that on the high wall, everything can be collected from several kilometers into the eyes.

No matter how zombies appear, they can be discovered quickly.

Survivors who travel back and forth will also be monitored by the wall. As long as they appear, they will be stared at by others.

Lu Chuan and his group of three, like this kind of scattered survivors, did not carry heavy weapons. After discovering them, the armed personnel on the wall would not focus on Lu Chuan and the others.

In their opinion, the combination of three young people is full of energy and life and death.

It is definitely luck that they can come back alive.

When approaching the entrance and exit gate of the stronghold, Chu Bin and the others were a little scared.

"What's going on?"

“We, we don’t pay tax on food.”

Looking at the chopping mouths on the wall, Chu Bin and his two faces were even pale. At this angle, the giant crossbow that could be seen, with the steel arrows on them with inverted hooks, polished sharply and emitting a cold light.

Once zombies approach, these giant crossbows created with modern technology are enough to nail alienated zombies to the ground.

The giant arrow that is more than two meters long makes people tremble.

Lu Chuan doesn't understand what the situation is when paying taxes.

However, Lu Chuan is not short of food. Now he needs to go in, so Lu Chuan said directly: "I will help you get this portion."

When Chu Bin and his two faces relaxed when they heard Lu Chu Chuan say this.

Food is important, but if they cannot enter the stronghold, they will always face danger. Maybe they will die outside and become zombies' food.

Near the wall gate, four armed personnel were stationed. Above, more than a dozen guns were aimed at Lu Chuan and the other three. Any abnormal movement would be sieve.

"Give it."

An armed man waved to Lu Chuan. The other three were holding guns, seemingly relaxing, but Lu Chuan knew that any abnormal movement would usher in their fastest shooting.

Lu Chuan's current style is actually a bit tough.

He carries a bag of rebar javelins and looks very upbeat.

Lu Chuan handed the bag of food in his hand to the other party and let the other party take out half.

Half of it was taken out, the armed man laughed: "Oh, the harvest is good, no wonder he dared to leave the stronghold. Some people who overestimate their abilities either end up eating the zombies or having no harvest. They are not allowed to enter the stronghold without food taxes, and they are still dead in the end. These people deserve to die. Do you really think anyone can go out to hunt?"

Lu Chuan took the bag back, nodded, and took Chu Bin and the others across the door.

The six-meter-wide wall is completely comparable to the Great Wall.

Walking in the dark doorway, Lu Chuan knew why taxes were collected in the stronghold. In fact, it was a kind of restriction, restricting survivors from going out to hunt. Under this tax system, only those with ability dared to do so.

It is easy to go out, but if you want to go to the stronghold again, you are not allowed to come back if you can't find food.

If you really want to enter the stronghold but can't hand over the food, there is only one result, which is becoming a slave.

Slaves, a product that has disappeared for countless hundred years, appeared in this end of the world, but reasonably. Without order, human nature can be infinitely magnified, and it will not make people feel strange if they have anything beyond imagination.

But Lu Chuan didn't care about these things, but walked into the stronghold with a nervous mood.

"Survivor, stronghold...I'm finally here." In my heart, Lu Chuan couldn't help but shout.

This stronghold actually encircled a small town and turned it into a huge survival place.

A straight road runs through the entire stronghold.

At the center of the avenue, residential buildings are built on both sides of the avenue, passing through small alleys and leading to the communities behind. The residential buildings are densely packed.

What comes into Lu Chuan's eyes is not prosperity, but desertedness.

Countless shops from the past still have their signs, but the door is closed, or they are smashed and open, and you can see some survivors inside, like a corpse sleeping inside, without moving.

Lu Chuan was completely disgraceful about this place.

Like how many people are there, the power composition, etc., who controls this stronghold and how much firepower is.

Lu Chuan knew nothing about all this.

When he entered here, Lu Chuan wandered around without a destination, and he needed to observe the entire stronghold.

Chu Bin and Wu Jiang followed Lu Chuan in an endless way since they entered the stronghold. In this end of the world, it is really difficult to meet Lu Chuan, a person who is willing to help them, rather than being indifferent.

From the movements and strength of Lu Chuan's javelin, Chu Bin knew that Lu Chuan was definitely an alienator and belonged to the new human being.

The aliens are strong human beings, and only by following them can we ensure survival.

Following along the way, seeing that Lu Chuan did not object, they followed along with nervousness on their faces. They were really afraid that Lu Chuan would suddenly let them go away.

This town is not small. According to Lu Chuan's observation, it should be about the same size as a county town.

And survivors, there is no way to count them.

God knows how many people are hiding in the house like waiting to die, and how many people die in the house, and no one cares about it when it rots and smells? This world is cold and there is no need to expect someone to pull you.

Perhaps conscience, kindness, soft-heartedness, will occur within a year of the end of the world.
Chapter completed!