Chapter 73: Spoils Of War
A howl suddenly rang out from the distance.
Su Huan instinctively turned his head to look at Yu Yue, only to see the woman holding a sniper rifle, her eyelids lowered, her eyes narrowed into slits, and even the emotion in her eyes was identical to Yu Jing’s.
The mother and daughter, who already resembled each other by seventy percent, were indistinguishable to him at this moment.
Sensing Su Huan’s gaze, Yu Yue lowered the gun, her slightly upturned eye corners relaxed again, returning to her obedient appearance.
She pointed at a wolf corpse lying on the ground front left, her voice transmitting directly to his ear, “That one isn’t dead.”
Su Huan nodded slightly and said faintly, “Not bad.”
He turned his head and gave Liang Kuan a look.
The latter understood immediately, picked up his metal shield, and walked toward front left.
The ordinary terror wolf pretending to be dead in the pool of blood suddenly sprang up.
“Roar—”
But faster than it was the shield in Liang Kuan’s hand. The 1.9-meter tall burly man snorted angrily, flipped his wrist, and the 1.3m sword-shaped shield whipped down through the air.
“Boom!”
The heavy dull sound carried the teeth-gritting crack of tendons snapping and bones breaking.
The terror wolf flopped back down without a sound, blood spurting out in all directions on the ground, leaving a circle of red marks on Liang Kuan’s tactical boots.
Ultimate violence, ultimate visual impact.
This was the defender’s way of fighting.
The three brothers looked in astonishment at the 10mm-thick metal shield in Liang Kuan’s hand, swallowed their saliva, and silently lowered their heads to finish off with gunfire.
There were over twenty terror wolves in total; twelve had been shot dead first, and Su Huan had left two more before leaving.
Most were killed by bullets, and two were pierced to death by Xiao Ba’s metal spikes.
A total of fourteen terror wolves: three tier 1, and one with at least hundreds of pounds of meat.
Several crew members also came down, directed by Wan Xing to clean up the battlefield.
Su Huan then took Liang Kuan and a few others, along with the workers, onto the national highway in the distance.
The sense of crisis coming from the darkness made everyone’s hair stand on end instinctively.
Su Huan looked at the overturned vehicles in front of him and waved his hand, “First turn the cars upright, see if any are intact, then start collecting supplies.”
“Got it.”
Wang He quickly led his subordinate workers forward to push the cars.
Su Huan turned to Xiao Ba, “The train is short on metal anyway; melt down these scrapped vehicles, and you can get quite a bit.”
Xiao Ba nodded and began using his ability, extracting metal from the severely damaged vehicles.
The efficiency was much faster than workers cooperating.
“There are two survivors over here—”
Before long, three people were brought before Su Huan: two men and one woman, all looking quite young, with the oldest man not exceeding thirty years old.
The three had been pinned under the overturned car and weren’t dug out by the wolf pack right away, luckily saving their lives.
Each looked flushed, with cyanotic limbs, and the most severe one even had slightly sunken eyeballs.
Clearly, they were somewhat dehydrated.
Su Huan kicked the slightly older man with his foot and asked in a deep voice, “Where from?”
The man’s cracked lips parted, “…Mo Jiang City, can you give us some water?”
Su Huan automatically ignored the second half of the sentence.
“From the Mojian Mutual Aid Convoy?”
A flash of surprise passed through the man’s eyes.
“Yeah, are you someone who escaped from the convoy too?”
“Escaped? What happened?”
“You don’t know?”
Seeing Su Huan’s expression turn somewhat unfriendly, the man promptly answered, “It was a zombie tide! Some time ago, for some reason, a terrifying zombie tide suddenly erupted in the city center and started moving outward, so the convoy could only accelerate to escape.”
Old San and the others seemed to think of something, their complexions turning odd.
“Then on the road, we encountered a terrifying zombie—not only incredibly fast, but with diverse attack methods: bone blade in one hand, bone whip in the other, covered head to toe in impenetrable corpse armor. Even the truck couldn’t crash it to death, so everyone had to scatter and flee.”
A lingering trace of fear still lingered on the man’s face.
Liang Kuan and the others pondered thoughtfully.
The zombie tide was undoubtedly triggered by the armored train.
As for the monster the man mentioned, it was probably a tier 2 evolver-mutated Butcher like Gao Zhe.
Corpse pupa was the first stage of zombies, while corpse armor was the obvious sign of zombies evolving to the second tier.
After learning this information and asking if they had any special skills—which they didn’t—Su Huan lost interest in them. He gave each a bottle of purified water and tossed them into the rear carriage.
The workers began carrying supplies from the convoy, each item passing in front of him for inspection.
These people weren’t unprepared at all; except for purified water which they completely lacked, they had plenty of food and medicine, plus some small electronic devices like electric fans.
There must have been professionals who played outdoors among the dead.
All sorts of tactical equipment, with several boxes of military compressed biscuits piled up.
Su Huan kicked open a dark green plastic box and looked down to see rows of cylindrical cans stacked inside.
Venison ones, each 400g, heavy, totaling twelve cans.
In addition, there were large quantities of vegetable canned food, like common tomato and chickpeas, and uncommon ones like mushrooms, corn, and bamboo shoots.
The most outrageous was that they even brought four live chickens: one rooster and three hens.
They were a bit listless from lack of water, but upon seeing Su Huan, the rooster forcibly perked up, spread its wings to shield the hens behind it.
Su Huan flicked its bright red comb and grinned, “You’ve got yourself a harem.”
He grabbed the chickens for a check—no mutation signs—and called over Huang Hai.
“These chickens are yours; don’t let them die on me. Whether I can have eggs for breakfast from now on depends on them.”
Huang Hai adjusted his glasses and said quickly, “No problem. I’ll set up a small farm in the carriage farm then, guaranteeing the convoy leader can eat white-cut chicken from you in three months.”
Su Huan shook his head and held up one finger.
“One month?” Huang Hai was stunned, then showed a troubled expression, “But young chickens take about two months too.”
“No, I mean having them continuously.”
Su Huan said calmly.
“Ah?”
With no interest in explaining, Su Huan waved his hand, watching him and Xiao Wang carry the chickens onto the train with worried expressions.
Although the chickens hadn’t mutated yet, under the stimulation of general energy, various organisms would grow at faster speeds, greatly shortening juvenile periods, to face future disasters in stronger forms.
Most of the cars were severely damaged; only one that crashed next to the train was relatively intact, plus two that could be repaired, all driven onto the rear carriage.
Various living supplies were carried box by box onto the carriages by the workers, while the translator, cook, and other crew sorted them on the train.
Although no one told them, some rules quietly formed.
For example, people from the rear carriage weren’t allowed in the front carriage.
The crew automatically took over the supply sorting in the front carriage under these circumstances.
Enthusiasm was high, and everyone was quite motivated.
The rear train car door opened, and Lu Xiao came over with some passengers.
Their timing was perfect; the spoils of war were basically cleared, leaving only some heavy labor.
“Need us to lend a hand?”
