Doomsday rat

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There is nothing suspicious about the man himself, most of the pedestrians on the road are dressed like him, with torn cloaks, hoods, sunglasses, goggles, ski goggles, masks, veils, all the measures that can prevent wind and sand are used, and then ride a bicycle , This is the standard refugee dress.

"Stop, what are you carrying in the car?" But the human-shaped package tied to his bicycle was obviously suspicious, and the soldiers immediately raised the muzzles of the two black holes.

"Gold Digger...WLMQ...Blue Devil!" The man spoke blunt Chinese, stuttering and explaining with gestures.

"The blue devil... is it complete?" A soldier reached out and touched the tarpaulin that wrapped the corpse, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Good luck..." The man's Chinese is really bad, and he couldn't express clearly after spending a long time.

"Oh! Did you hear me, this guy got a complete blue devil. Tsk tsk tsk, what a piece of shit luck..." Suddenly there was a murmur among the people who were also queuing up at the sentry post for inspection, and most of the people present He is a homeless person who knows the price of a complete Blue Devil corpse.

"Open the cloak and check!" The young soldier's eyes also flashed a light, and the muzzle of the gun moved forward and stabbed the man in the stomach.

"Brush..." The man obediently opened his cloak, revealing the tattered sheepskin jacket inside, body armor, tactical vest, including the pistol on the thigh, the dagger and the long gun on his back.

The young soldier touched for a long time, but there was nothing except a strong smell of sheep, a sharp hatchet, a small half box of Mohe cigarettes grown by the locals, and a half-defunct marching pot.Next is the backpack. There are quite a lot of goods here. There is a half-unpacked compressed biscuit, three large animal traps, a ball of iron chains and a few coils of rope.

"Are you the one who killed the blue devil with these things?" The young soldier was a little reconciled. He thought that the person who could hunt the blue devil alone must have a good weapon.Ammunition is scarce now, so it is also very valuable, and it can be exchanged for a lot of things on the black market.

Being a soldier is really useless except for the rations issued by the base. If you want to live a good life, you have to scrape off these refugees.Officials shave their heads, and soldiers shave their heads.

The acquisition of the Blue Devils at a high price is an order from the base, and no one dares to stop it.However, the base did not say that they would not arrest the rebels. As long as someone carried a little more weapons and ammunition, he could label him as a suspected rebel.Those who are sensible will give up their money to save their lives, and those who are ignorant can only be sent to the group of fake monks in the Penance Society, and they will have to peel off their skins if they don't die!

"Good luck!" The man closed the cloak with the same tone, the words have not been changed, and it seems that there are no more new words.

"Get rolling..." The young soldier waved his hand impatiently to let the man pass.

It's really hopeless, I can't forcibly detain the blue devil's body in front of so many people, if the members of the ascetic order find out, I will become a refugee tomorrow.

But at the same time, he winked at his fellow opposite, and the soldier immediately left his post, went into the nearby bunker and picked up the phone.

Passing through the checkpoint is equivalent to entering the Kuitun base, where there is only one military camp and hundreds of refugee families living in dilapidated houses at the gate of the military camp.

These people basically work in freight stations and oil refineries. The crude oil from the KLMY oil field in the north will be transported here by tanker trucks, and some of them will be transported by steam locomotives to Hami by railway to exchange goods with other alliances, and the other part will be in the local area. Gasoline is produced by fractional distillation.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.On the street in front of the barracks, there are not only restaurants but also tea stalls. The former is a place where you can enjoy the food. You can use the animals hunted nearby and the wild vegetables you pick to make delicious meals. Wealthy refugees can go in and spend a bit.

The latter is relatively cheap, and most refugees can afford it. A bowl of hot tea only needs a shopping coupon issued by the Yining base.After working hard all day, I asked for a bowl of hot tea with salt at the tea stand, and took out dry baked naan, fried rice or compressed biscuits, and dinner was settled.

While eating, you can also chat, complain, brag, inquire about things that are convenient for work, talk about price changes, eat and drink enough, and return to the dark shabby house and close your eyes. passed.

Chapter 436 Big Business

"Hey brother, I'm tired from the journey, sit down and have a rest, drink a cup of hot tea with salt in it, boost your strength..." Seeing the man pushing the mountain bike in the dust, the owner of the tea stall shouted hard.

He looks like a Han Chinese, but his accent is very strange, with a strong smell of mutton skewers.This is the difference between Xinjiang Province and the provinces in the interior. There were originally many ethnic minorities. After the outbreak of the zombie disease, many survivors came from Russia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Mongolia and other countries. The ethnic composition is more complicated. up.

In order to attract business, many small traders have developed a talent for multiple languages. Even if they can't speak or listen, they have to change their accents slightly when they meet different people.For example, when seeing a man pushing a mountain bike, the owner of the tea stall immediately knew that he was not a Han Chinese, but more like a herdsman of an ethnic minority.

"No money... selling goods!" The man patted the package on the back rack of the bicycle. He was quite talkative, but his vocabulary was really too small.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to heat the tea!" The owner of the tea stand laughed when he heard the voice, and greeted him warmly.

This man could not be said to recognize him, but his voice was familiar.In the past few years, he has often been seen outside the barracks, and every time he comes, he will sit down, drink a cup of tea and smoke a cigarette.Although he is not good at words, there is always something new about him, and he is a very pleasing person.

In this era, making friends is the most extravagant thing, even more difficult than finding a beautiful wife.Today we are still sitting together drinking tea and chatting, and we don’t know if we can see each other tomorrow.Or when we meet again, the other party already has a knife and gun in his hand, and is about to kill you and grab something in exchange for food to satisfy his hunger.

"It's so big, so I changed this little thing? Drink it, add raisins!" The man came back in less than 10 minutes, the rear rack of the bicycle was empty, and there was a small bag in his hand.The bag is quite thick and it's hard to see what's in it, but it's definitely not much, and it can't be hidden from the sharp eyes of the tea stall owner.

"Blue Devil, whole, no injury... 2 boxes of medicine, 6 batteries!" The man was a little unhappy, picked up the teacup, no matter whether it was hot or not, and whether there were raisins or not, he drank it all in one gulp.

"So many deductions? Sigh... want to open some. If you want me to say that you are too stupid, you shouldn't exchange these things, just ask for shopping coupons as stated in the notice, and they won't dare to deduct them!"

The owner of the tea stall was a little surprised at first, and then he began to sigh.He complained for this honest herdsman, and blamed him for being too inflexible to fight for more benefits for himself.

"Shopping coupons... can't be bought, more expensive!" In fact, no one is more stupid than the other. The man shook his head, took out the metal cigarette case, took out a newspaper, tore two pieces, and pushed them to the opposite side of the table first.

"Forget it, let's smoke mine. Yesterday, an official got drunk and came to sober up, and threw down half a pack." The owner of the tea stall closed the cigarette case. It's time, these herdsmen are still so simple, only a little Mo Heyan also let others roll first.He took out a cigarette case from his pocket. He said it was half a pack, but in fact there were only four or five cigarettes.

"... I grabbed it, put sugar in it, sweet." The man took the cigarette, and without lighting it right away, he reached into his pocket and took out a plastic bag, which contained several long amber strips.

"Well, it tastes really good, smoked? What kind of fish has such thin meat!" The owner of the tea stall opened his pocket and smelled it, and with a happy face, he took out one and chewed it in his mouth, nodding his head more and more as he chewed.It is dried fish, smoked dried fish, the meat is very firm, and the drying and smoking process is also in place.

In fact, there is no shortage of game in the last days. Without these small animals to help the survivors fill their stomachs, many refugees would have to starve to death.But the small animals are not stupid. It is becoming more and more difficult to catch them with traps, traps, bows and arrows, and there are fewer and fewer fish in the nearby rivers.There are many farther places and mountains, but few people dare to go.

The zombie disease broke out for ten years, and nature has fully recovered for ten years.The number of animals is much more, and the wildness is also much more.Not to mention other places, there are large and medium-sized ferocious carnivores such as gray wolves, grizzly bears, snow leopards, and golden eagles in the vicinity of Tianshan Mountains alone, and there are more small ferocious animals like foxes, mink bears, and lynxes.

Survivors who have not received strict training, are not familiar with the mountain terrain, and are not prepared enough to go hunting in the mountains rashly, usually have only one end, either being pitted by nature or bitten by wild animals.

Even if he didn't die on the spot, and could still find a way to run back by luck, the injuries on his body were not worth the money exchanged by a few wild animals, and he might die even worse in the end.

"Herders, grab whatever you want in the mountains and drink it, it's good!" The man finally stopped frowning and smiled a little when he heard someone praise his craftsmanship.Although he was dressed in rags, his hands, face and beard were dirty, his teeth were quite white.

"How about you guys... I'll buy mutton if there's a lot of it, and the price is good!" The owner of the tea stand was a little lost. He yearned for the life of herdsmen wandering freely among the green mountains and green waters.It's a pity that the remaining herdsmen are very cautious, they don't reveal their whereabouts easily, and they don't have much contact with outsiders.

In fact, even if he was allowed to live as a herdsman, it would be difficult for him to adapt to the life of a herdsman. He had to change places at least twice a year. He had to ride a horse and drive his flock of sheep over mountains and ridges for at least hundreds of kilometers. When encountering wild animals, floods, and snow disasters, he would die Not even a complete corpse can be left behind.

"Mutton, horse meat, horse intestines, a lot... can't be sold! I'm at a loss if the soldiers deduct a lot!" The man was not happy when he heard the big business came, but shook his head like a rattle.

"Hehehe, they dare not dare this time. It is the bishop who wants it. It is not the bishop in white here, but the bishop in black at the Yining base. As long as the meat is transported to the Yining base, no one will dare to take advantage of you. The gate of the barracks Posted a notice, didn't you see it?"

The owner of the tea stand smiled helplessly. The herdsmen were right. If anyone dared to bring mutton and horse intestines here to sell, let alone whether they could sell them, the embezzlement and theft along the way would make people There are no pants left at the loss, and they even lose their lives.

That's right, the garrison encourages refugees to trade in principle, hoping to feed more people in this way.But there are policies and countermeasures. No one dares to go too far near the station. At most, they charge some protection fees or something.But outside the garrison, the garrison can't protect you all the way.

But this time it was different, it was not an ordinary sale, but the highest officer of the garrison, the bishop in white, asked for it by name.I am not the only one who knows about this. All the shops on the street have been notified, and they are told to hurry up and find someone who can provide beef and mutton on a stable basis, and the Penance Society under the Bishop will directly handle it.

With this order, neither the garrison nor the gang organizations of the refugees dared to move their minds anymore.Of course, there is nothing wrong with the bandits along the way, and doing business is always risky, let alone at this time.

"...I don't know how to read, don't worry!" The man hesitated for a while, but still shook his head.But the reason has changed, not because I am afraid of being tricked, but because I don't really believe that such a good thing can happen.

"No, I don't know how to read... Then you see if this is possible. As long as you are willing to send the meat to the site of the Yining base, I will move the tea stall there, and sell tea while helping you sell meat."

This reason was beyond the expectation of the tea stand owner. Based on his experience, although he had never seen the real face of this herdsman, he did not look like an old man in walking and actions. He should have read books back then.

However, this matter cannot be generalized. Before the outbreak of the zombie disease, there were very few herdsmen who were still insisting on nomadic transition, but it was not impossible.It is possible that the younger generation of herdsmen has never read a book, and there is no place to read it if they want to. It is impossible for the school to follow suit.

But this difficulty is not insurmountable. It would be a problem for him to open a tea stall here to get enough food and clothing. Why not go to the main base to try his luck.As long as this herdsman can really send the mutton that the bishop in black wants, he can get a lot of oil without having to skimp on drinking blood.

As long as he has a relationship with the bishop in black, even his subordinates, who would dare to bully him.The prospect should be much better and brighter than here.Maybe there is still a chance to get a base account and eat rations that guarantee a bumper harvest in drought and flood.

"...I have eight, you two!" This time the man understood, he pondered for a while, then touched the small bag of medicines and batteries in his arms, and finally made up his mind, willing to believe in tea. The boss once gave up a good profit.

It seems that the herdsmen are not stupid, and they also know not to let people help for nothing.The reason why it is difficult to get in touch is that one is the language barrier, and the other is that the cultural difference is too large and I am not used to fighting minds.

Chapter 437 Yuluo and Avanti

"Okay, it's settled. I'm moving tomorrow, and it happens that the oil truck here is going to Yining. I'll spend some money to take a ride there... Uh... When will you be able to transport the meat there, don't lie to me. This is all my belongings, if you don't come, I will have to go to the coal mine to dig coal!"

The owner of the tea stall was overjoyed, and originally wanted to make a difference in the price, so don't play tricks this time.He is sincere, and we can't always be bad guys, and two pieces of peace of mind are enough to eat and drink.But whether the deal can be done in the end does not depend on his determination, but depends on the ability of the herdsmen. In this regard, he is not too sure.

"Herder, don't lie! Two weeks..." The man became unhappy when he heard that the owner of the tea stand didn't believe him, and he put the tea bowl heavily on the table.

"Okay, okay, then I'll go over and find a place to stay... By the way, be careful when you go out later, there are a few people who have been looking here for a long time, you may be being watched."

With a better livelihood, the owner of the tea stall no longer wants to sell tea. He didn't say a word for a long time, and he didn't add more firewood in the stove.But his eyes were not idle, and the time spent chatting was rewarding.

"Herders, don't be afraid of fighting!" The man also finished his tea and ate half of a compressed biscuit.Unmoved by the words of the tea stall owner, he lifted his cloak to reveal the hatchet in his waist, got up and pushed the cart away.

"Oh... what a weird guy..." The tea stand owner looked at the man's back and hesitated, should he go to the main base with this weird guy?Don't go, the good opportunity is gone.Go ahead, don't know if this guy will survive two weeks.

"It seems to be four years...he is still alive!" After a moment of stunned, the owner of the tea stall seemed to have figured it out, and got up and began to close the stall.He has known this strange man for some time, so long that he can hardly remember how many years.

Since the weirdo is fine every time he walks alone, and he can catch the blue devil alone, and send it here safely to sell to the garrison, it means that he should be very capable.

Now it's time to think about whether it's not him but himself who can fulfill the contract in two weeks. It's not easy to take the oil delivery vehicle of the garrison, and it will cost a lot.

Herdsmen are actually not honest at all, oh yes, not all herdsmen, just this one.He was not afraid of fighting, he wanted to fight people with an ax to his death, he rode about a kilometer away from the sentry post, then left the main road and turned into a ruin by the side of the road, as if he was going to spend the night here.

When the four people who followed also touched it quietly, bright red flowers suddenly appeared on their bodies, as if they had been hit hard, and within a short period of time they fell backwards and lay down in the thick dust.

A figure slowly came out of the ruins, with a hood, a messy cloak, reflective snow goggles, and worn-out military boots. That's right, it was the foolish and bold herdsman.

But in his hand he was holding a pistol that was exquisitely crafted and equipped with a silencer. There were also holsters and scabbards on both thighs, and a longer barrel hung faintly from the right side of his body.On the tactical vest exposed on the chest, these two blue tiles and bulging grenades are very eye-catching.

"If I hadn't found something more fun, none of you bastards would want to run away!"

He strutted to the corpse and raised his hand to shoot four more times.Not only has the weapon changed and the momentum has changed, but even the accent has changed.There is still a little bit of mutton skewers, but it looks like a bowl of stewed stew that looks messy but tastes delicious and satisfying cravings.

After confirming that all four people were dead, they simply searched and frisked, took away all useful ones, and picked up the bullet casings.Then the four corpses were dragged to the side of the road and lined up, and a broken asbestos tile was found to cover the corpses.Find a lipstick from the backpack, and write on the asbestos tiles: self-inflicted crimes cannot live... Robbery, death penalty, executor: Yuluo!

"I don't have a long memory, do you? Don't worry, I'll come back when I have time. Whoever snatches a biscuit from me will have to bask in the sun here like you!" I took two steps back and looked, and felt that there were a few strokes written The ones are not too full, so go over and trace until you are satisfied.

"I want to go from south to north, I want to go from white to black, I want everyone to see me, but they don't know who I am..." The wheels turned again, and the singing sounded.This time, it is confirmed, it is stewed and boiled, and double large intestines are added, the taste is too strong!

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a pool of clear water reflects a coquettish light blue under the sunlight.The green grass on the shore has not completely turned green, but the impatient wild flowers are blooming in clusters in the east and west, red, yellow, purple, pink, white, colorful.

Nature seems to think that the colors are not bright enough, and a few pieces of transparent ice are dotted on the shore.After looking at it, the contrast is not strong enough, so let’s have a few more snow-capped mountains in the distance.

There are far and near, and the lake like a big mirror in the middle seems to be too calm, no way, dotted with a sail shadow... Well, the sense of picture is much better, and the layers are richer.But it's all static, and it's too monotonous.Come, come, get two flocks of sheep, and let them spread freely to graze on the hillside.

Alas, since there is no human disturbance, the painting skills are getting better every year.Nature is very proud, so it doesn't mind individual human beings adding bricks and tiles to its canvas.

A row of cylindrical houses appeared on the gentle slope of the west bank again, with doors, windows, and chimneys. In front of them are two small pieces of reclaimed land, and in the back are horse pens surrounded by strong steel pipes, and tall buildings. small wind turbines.It's a pity that the wind is not strong today, and the fan blades are all rested.

"Creak... creak..." The off-road tires with deep patterns ran over the cracked asphalt road on the shore and were covered with dry stems of various plants, making a slight friction sound.

The man stopped at the door of the chubby hut and stood there for two or three minutes, turning his head from side to side, up and down, as if he was looking for something.Then he got out of the car, lifted the mountain bike high and hung it on the hook on the wall.

Throwing off the tattered mop-like cloak, the rifles, pistols, magazines, grenades, daggers, and hatchets were neatly placed on the table made of logs, and then the dirty clothes were untied. Sheepskin jacket, took off the worn-out marine boots and sheepskin pants, revealing the somewhat faded tactical vest and camouflage uniform underneath.

After a while, he had already stripped naked, and finally took off the snow goggles, revealing a pair of slender eyes and a slightly younger face that didn't match the big beard and gray hair, and a grinning mouth on the back. A colorful tattoo of a creepy mouse head with a half-smile.

"Plop..." Jumping and running across the grass, the broken road, and the gravel by the lake, the man jumped into the lake, smashing the big blue mirror and breaking the Tranquil, and attracted the attention of several whooper swans in the distance.

They didn't run away in panic, but straightened their noble necks, and approached here with the most elegant and fastest speed.As long as that familiar figure appears by the lake, it means that there is food coming.

"Da da da... da da da..." But a rhythmic knocking sound from farther away made the whooper swans hesitate, and the figure on horseback not only refused to feed, but also threw stones.So the swans decided it was better not to get too close to the man until he walked away.

"Hey, Kerim, when did you come back?" The man in the water returned to the shallow water area after only swimming a hundred or ten meters.

"Afanti, God bless you are still alive, strong wine, no red wine!"

The man on the horse spoke in the same tone as the man before him, and his Chinese was very bad, and he was jumping out word by word, very incoherent.Moreover, he has a very Central Asian face with obvious features. He is 40 years old and has a big beard.

"Yes, there are salt, cumin, and chili!" The man roared, then turned his head and dived into the water again, washing away the foam from his head, face, and body.

"You've gone to the city again, what a lunatic...drive...I'm going to kill the sheep!" Kerim grinned when he heard that there was wine and precious seasonings, and he didn't forget to complain The audacity of men.At the same time, the horse didn't slow down at all, turned around on the shore, and ran back to the direction it came from at a faster speed.

Chapter 438 The Lake House

Although the weather in early May was very bright, the lakes from the snow-melt mountains were still icy cold. After a while, the men’s skin was very steamed. The steamed crayfish was generally red from the cold, and the mouse head tattoo on the back also followed. It became more colorful, winking with the movements of the muscles, which is very scary.

The night gradually fell on the land. The man put on a camouflage uniform that was also washed a little bit faded, but he no longer wore marine boots on his feet. He pulled a pair of furry cotton slippers with ears, and squatted by the water. A few more clothes were washed on the slate.

It wasn't until I heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance again that I returned to the hut. I lifted the wooden tabletop to reveal a gasoline barrel lying horizontally underneath. I threw some firewood into the opening, found a bottle filled with dark yellow liquid, and squeezed it out. A little liquid was poured on the firewood, and a blazing flame was lit with a bang.

"Afanti, quickly bring the wine, I haven't had it for a month!" With the sound of horse hooves, Crimea reappeared, lifted a white ball from the horse's back and threw it at the man's feet. I found a bench made of logs and sat opposite the gasoline barrel.

"I can only drink one bottle today, there are not many in stock, so keep it flowing!" The man called Avanti picked up a brown bottle from his feet and handed it over. There were three big gilded characters on the bottle, Yilite!

"This kind of taste is not good...the one in the green glass bottle is good...gudong...ha..." Kerimu looked at the bottle and shook his head, dissatisfied, but he quickly opened the cork and pointed at the bottle. He took a big gulp from the mouth of the bottle, and then let out a deep breath into the night sky. It didn't look bad at all.

"This is salt and cumin. There are not many chili peppers. I ground them into powder, half for each person." Avanti picked up two canvas bags from the ground and handed them over, which were not light.

"Well, don't go to the city, there are too many monsters, it's very dangerous!" Kerim took the bag and put it beside him, lowered his head and opened the package he brought. It shouldn't be called a package, it should be called sheepskin, the sheepskin that was just peeled off, There is a lot of mutton in it, and it is still steaming.

"I go to the city as easily as you go to the mountains. Did you bring any good things back this time?" Avanti took off a thick steel wire net from the side of the iron drum and put it on the gap in the oil drum. Then put the mutton one by one, let the charcoal fire below it burn evenly, and the smell of meat will immediately waft in the air.

"When I came back, I ran into a beekeeping car. The three of us turned into monsters. The bees are still there. I took four boxes. Will you keep them?" Kerim took another sip of wine, and couldn't wait for the lamb to roast. When it was cooked, he took out a knife, cut the bloody meat into small strips, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Know how... bring it here, I can learn it, and wait to eat honey barbecue next year!" Afanti rubbed his chin and thought about it. It is true that he has never raised it before, but he can't say he can't, and it's not a high-tech thing. If you can't raise it well, you can't raise it badly.There are wildflowers here from May to September, enough for a few boxes of bees.

"Well, a pony was killed by wild beasts in winter, and I made horse intestines, I'll get it!" When talking about honey barbecue, Kerim seemed to remember something, got up on the horse and left, carrying several knots in a short time The black sausage came running back.

"I met a pack of wolves!" Afanti cut open the horse intestines with a knife and put them on the grill.

"With your spear, the wolves are not afraid. It ran away and got stuck in the snow pit. It may be a snow leopard or a wolf. No matter, two more mares are about to foal, no more I can’t keep it.” Kerim shook his head, focusing on the wine bottle.The first batch of meat has just been roasted, and half a bottle of wine has already been eaten.

"Haven't met any of your people this year? Why don't you just find a Han daughter-in-law, you can't do it alone." Avanti stopped the barbecue, put a strip of grilled meat into his mouth with a knife, Asked about Crimean's personal life.

"Except for the daughters of the Kazakh herdsmen, other people can't bear our life, it's hard to handle... Why don't you find a wife, the Han people are easy to find!"

Kerim's flushed face, stimulated by alcohol, finally showed worry. He was still alone for ten years. Although he didn't have to worry about food and drink, sometimes, as Avanti said, living alone made the already difficult life difficult. The nomadic life has become even more difficult.

"I'm an eagle in the sky. If I carry too many things on my back, I won't be able to fly. I will die..." Avanti didn't seem to be worried about this problem at all, and was rather happy.

"The eagle catches rabbits, foxes, and goats. You always kill people, and you will die!" Kerim seemed to know what Avanti often did, and kindly persuaded him.

"I killed hungry wolves. If they don't die, more people will die. You only know how to herd sheep and raise horses, but you don't understand these things. Come, let me see if your skills have improved. If you win, you can drink another bottle liquor!"

Avanti didn't really want to discuss this issue, so he got up and stretched his arms and legs, and challenged Crimea that he couldn't refuse but had no hope of winning.