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The appearance of the two brothers Zhong Lin was not abrupt. After all, many people fled in this way. The only difference between them was that they were not so embarrassed and not so pale and thin.

Although the two brothers Zhong Lin and Zhong Shi looked very thin, they were much stronger than those pale and thin refugees.

Zhong Lin covered the cloth bag with some old clothes with a vigilant look, and signaled Xiao Shitou with his eyes.

Xiao Shitou also leaned his body sideways and pressed the food in the cloth bag under him.

Zhong Lin remembered the classic words of "He Daren" in his previous life. The victims were no longer considered human beings. As long as they had a bite to eat, they could do anything.

These foods were the basis for the two brothers to survive, and they would never allow anyone to take them away.

Zhong Lin pushed the wheelbarrow silently and continued to move forward. His speed was faster than others, but it did not attract the attention of others.

Unconsciously, there were fewer and fewer refugees around Zhong Lin. When he turned his head, he saw that all of them had been left behind. Zhong Lin's footsteps did not stop, and he walked faster and faster.

Suddenly, a figure with disheveled hair suddenly rushed out, and pounced on Xiao Shitou like a vicious dog, or more precisely, the bag under Xiao Shitou.

"Second brother!"

Xiao Shitou screamed, but still held the bag tightly.

Almost at the same time, Zhong Lin directly pulled out the hatchet that had been on his waist, and slashed it diagonally.

Puff!

The hatchet was sharpened by Zhong Lin, and the blade cut across the man's stomach, leaving a stream of blood.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream sounded, and then the refugee fell to the ground, and a long wound was cut on his stomach, and the wriggling internal organs could be vaguely seen in it.

Zhong Lin did not continue to attack, but stepped forward to pick up Xiao Shitou and hold him in his arms, pointing the hatchet in his hand at the refugee lying on the ground, ready to attack again at any time.

The refugee lay on the ground screaming, shocking the people around him, terrified, and retreated one after another.

Zhong Lin also saw the man's face clearly at this time. He was a young man, not very old, with deep eye sockets and cracked lips. It was obvious that he had been hungry for a long time.

After a while, the young refugee stopped screaming and lay on the ground without moving.

He was already in a state of starvation, and was chopped by Zhong Lin. It was impossible for him to survive in this situation.

Zhong Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced around. All the refugees who met his eyes were terrified and dared not approach.

"Let's go!"

Putting Xiao Shitou on the wheelbarrow, Zhong Lin crossed the crowd and walked forward with big strides.

Xiao Shitou held the cloth bag containing food tightly, like a little wolf dog protecting food, baring his teeth and facing the surroundings, looking fierce.

"Little brother."

Zhong Lin had just stepped out of the crowd when a shout came from a distance, and then a middle-aged man came over, bowed his hands, and greeted him.

Zhong Lin also looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. He was wearing a linen shirt, had a rough face, was covered with stubble, had a machete on his waist, and his arms were much stronger than those of ordinary people. He was not a refugee.

Zhong Lin held the machete on his waist with his right hand calmly, and reached for the cowhide bag containing stones with his left hand.

"What's the matter?"

Zhong Lin's little action was also seen by the middle-aged man. He spread his hands, indicating that he had no other behavior, and smiled: "Don't be nervous, little brother. My name is Zhu Jie. I came from Zhujia Town. I am not a refugee. I am planning to move to Heishan County with my tribe. I saw you just now. I want to join you and help each other. What do you think?"

Zhong Lin looked behind the middle-aged man and saw four flatbed trucks in the distance. There was a yellow ox in front of each truck. There were people sitting in the front and back trucks. There were four large wooden boxes in the middle two trucks, and there were children and women sitting on them.

There were six men surrounding the car, each with a weapon in his hand, but they were all hunting knives, bows and arrows.

Zhong Lin understood that this group of people should also be refugees heading to Heishan County, but compared to ordinary people, their families were more affluent and they would not suffer from cold and hunger.

The reason for finding Zhong Lin was probably because they were worried that other refugees on the road would be angry, and one more person would mean more strength.

Zhong Lin didn't know these people, and didn't want to cause trouble, so he refused directly: "Thank you for the invitation, but no thanks."

Seeing Zhong Lin's refusal, the middle-aged man hurriedly said: "Brother, don't refuse first. If you want to get to Heishan County, you still need to climb two hills. There are bandits on the hill in front, and the mob blocks the road. Brother, you are with a younger brother. I'm afraid it will be difficult to stay out of trouble. I'm not talking nonsense. There is a Funiu village behind. The people in the village encountered bandits in the hill in front and were massacred. No one survived."

Zhong Lin's eyes condensed, Funiu village? So that's how it is. It seems that yesterday's feeling was not wrong. Something really happened in Funiu Village. No wonder there was no sound and no one was there at dinner time. It turned out that they were all killed.

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"Little brother, it's better than you..."

"No, goodbye."

Zhong Lin did not continue to talk to the middle-aged man. He pushed the wheelbarrow and left, leaving the middle-aged man standing there with disappointment on his face. In the end, he could only leave helplessly.

Zhong Lin glanced at the middle-aged man who left. Although the bandits were scary, these people were not trustworthy.

Zhong Lin might be able to save his life if he joined them, but he might also be used as cannon fodder. If he was alone, it wouldn't matter. He could just run away. But it would be hard to say if he took Xiao Shitou with him.

Shaking his head, Zhong Lin quickened his pace. After leaving a group of refugees behind, he turned into the woods beside the road, quickly shuttled through the woods, and finally found a slope to stop.

"That's it! Shitou, go pick up firewood."

Zhong Lin skillfully found some gravel to build a stove, then took out some bacon and brown rice from the package and put them into the pot, and then poured the water from the water bag into it.

He took out some dead leaves and started to light the fire. Xiao Shitou also quickly brought some dead branches picked up from the forest.

Soon the rice was ready. The grease of the bacon seeped into the rice. The salty taste and meaty aroma of the bacon blended with the aroma of the rice, which greatly increased people's appetite. The two brothers began to eat happily.

The two of them had been eating meat for the past few days. Although they could not be said to be well-nourished, they were definitely well-nourished, and they began to gain weight, no longer as skinny as before.

After filling their stomachs, they did not set off directly, but let Xiao Shitou watch Zhong Lin and take a nap. After two consecutive nights of vigil, he was seriously sleep deprived. If he really encountered bandits on the road, he must be well-rested and ready to escape at any time.

Lu Xun said that if you encounter a tiger, you don't need to run fast enough to escape, as long as you run faster than others.