Traveling through the doomsday, I become the largest supplier

Zhou Feng cautiously poked his head out of the lush grass, and as far as his eyes could see, he saw several vague figures in the distance swaying in the faint light, their movements seemed aimless, as if they were driven by some instinct to wander in the deserted wilderness. The shadows are undoubtedly unconscious zombies, roaming the desolate land, searching for any possible prey.

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surroundings were eerily quiet, with little audible sound other than the rustle of the breeze through the grass. Zhou Feng's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and he felt a trace of uneasiness and fear. He took out a Type 95 automatic rifle from his storage space and held it tightly in his hand to embolden himself. Although he knew he could shoot, he was still a novice in terms of shooting accuracy, and his skills were far from mature compared to seasoned veterans. At the moment, the Type 95 rifle in the hand is more of a psychological comfort than just a weapon.

"It's too dangerous to go on like this, once I get caught by a zombie and get infected with that terrible virus, my life will end here. Zhou Feng looked around and saw that he was wearing thin clothes, looking particularly vulnerable in the cold of the early morning. He muttered to himself, wondering if he could find a body armor in the settlement of this wasteland. Without such protective equipment, he always felt unsteady.

After determining the direction to the wasteland settlement, Zhou Feng began to cautiously move forward on the sand, trying to slow down as much as possible, for fear of alarming the zombies wandering not far away.

However, after only two or three minutes of walking, he faintly heard a chaotic sound coming from ahead. Zhou Feng listened attentively, and the sound was not like a low moan from a zombie, but a roar closer to a human being. He couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart: "Is it because someone is shouting so early, is it impatient to live?" He frowned, thinking to himself that making such a loud noise would not be self-defeating? wouldn't it attract more zombies to come and besiege?

The source of the voice was in the direction of the wasteland settlement he was heading to. Zhou Feng hesitated for a moment, and finally his curiosity overcame his fear of zombies, and he decided to quietly approach the source of the sound to see what was going on.

In that desolate clearing, a few bare trees stood there alone, as if they were the watchmen of this apocalyptic world. In front of these trees, two young teenagers are engaged in a game of life and death. They were young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, but they had already learned the art of survival in this world. They were agile and powerful, each holding a slender twig in their hands, wielding their rudimentary weapons with the dexterity of ancient swordsmen.

They constantly provoked the seven zombies in front of them, sometimes running, sometimes stopping, and slamming the zombies with branches, making a loud snapping sound. Their loud roars are not only to vent their inner fear and excitement, but also to increase the attraction of zombies and make this dangerous game more exciting.

Not far away, Zhou Feng was lying cautiously in a dense grass, his eyes locked on the two teenagers' every move. After confirming that there were no other zombies around, he relaxed his guard and observed the performance of the two teenagers with interest.

"Dali, go a little faster, don't let them touch you. The older teenager quickly retreated after a violent thrashing, keeping a safe distance from the zombies. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, but more of a concern and guidance for his companions. Under his command, the young man known as Mighty nodded and responded: "Brother, there are more zombies, you lead a few away, I'll clean up a few first, and then you pull them back." "

The older boy nodded again, his eyes were firm, and his tone was full of trust: "Okay, Dali, you be careful yourself, if you can't clean it up, run away, we have more opportunities." With that, the branch in his hand struck the zombie's head deftly as if it were alive. His movements are smooth and skillful, and he is clearly a skill that has been honed through countless actual battles. Under his leadership, four zombies were skillfully lured away by him, and the remaining three were vigorously attracted.

He grinned vigorously at the remaining three zombies, his eyes shining with challenge. Begin to rhythmically guide the zombies to follow him with branches, as if dancing a waltz of death. This scene is not only a demonstration of survival skills, but also a declaration of perseverance for the future.

Zhou Feng observed the two brothers, and they gave him the feeling that they were playing a game, cleverly using their speed to slightly outperform the monster and subtly lure the monster around. However, Zhou Feng couldn't understand their purpose, why did they lead these seven zombies around, was it just childlike play? However, this behavior was undoubtedly a joke with their own lives.

He looked at the brothers carefully, they looked very thin, apparently chronically undernourished, hunger had always been with them. Their physical condition can be described as skinny and bone, which is not an exaggeration at all.

Just when Zhou Feng was confused, Dali had already introduced the zombies into a place where there were obvious traces of artificiality. Ignoring the zombies, he suddenly accelerated, quickly jumping over the artificially traced sand, and then quickly turned around and let out a loud shout. The three zombies that followed him were just ordinary first-level zombies, and they didn't suspect anything and rushed forward without hesitation.

When they stepped on this sandy land with artificial traces, in the blink of an eye, they had disappeared on the horizon. And in the sand just now, there is now a big pit two or three meters deep, and a puff of sand and dust rises into the sky, and the top of the zombie's head can be faintly seen.

"It's ...... Trap?" Zhou Feng was taken aback, he didn't expect that the two brothers would have no weapons, but they could use this trap to hunt zombies.

Seeing that the three zombies had fallen into the trap, he did not show an excited look, but calmly took out a dagger from his waist, then picked up a long stick that had been prepared a long time ago, loaded the dagger, and made a spear. Then he approached the trap and stabbed the zombies struggling to crawl out.