Chapter 71 Fear
On the unfamiliar plain, a powered speaker continued to play a monotonous sound. Next to the speaker, there were several huge pits more than two meters deep scattered irregularly. Some zombies wandering here were attracted by the sound of the speaker. , and fell into these simple traps without realizing it.

The exploratory convoy that set out from Woodbury traveled more than ten kilometers and arrived on this plain. They quickly got out of the car and 12 men equipped with different firearms.

Under the leadership of the captain, they gathered around the pit and looked at the disgusting zombies with hideous faces and rancid bodies. Martin spat at them in disgust, while Gale, who was standing next to him, swallowed secretly. After a moment of salivating, he realized that this was his first time catching zombies, and he said with some surprise:

"Captain Martin, these zombies look like there are so many of them, there are dozens or twenty of them in one pit!"

"All these pits add up, probably close to 100."

"Are we going to catch them all in the car?"

Martin carried the baseball bat, looked around at the other players, snorted disdainfully, and said:

"Don't be afraid, rookies. These things just look disgusting. They are stupid to death. When I went to the battlefield, there was a hail of bullets, and I could die under the gun at any time. It was 1 times more dangerous than it is now."

As he spoke, he took the lead and picked up a pair of traps used to capture vicious dogs, locked the neck of a zombie in the pit, and then shouted to Gale and other team members:

"Two more people, lock his hands, and let's work together to pull him up."

As the governor's right-hand man, Martin is very prestigious among armed men because of his tough style and amazing fighting power.

Under his leadership, twelve men worked in groups of three and successfully carried all the dozen zombies in the pit into that specific truck.

At the same time, Leon and others, with more than 30 people from Daryl's team, had been quietly lurking around this group of people.

Leon, Daryl, Kevella, and Peggy gathered together, using the protection of trees and grass to hide their figures and observe the movements of this group of people.

Kewela held a camouflage-colored repeating sniper rifle and aimed the gun at Martin's head. With a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, he said:

"It seems that the so-called governor is not honest either. Guess why they caught these zombies and who they wanted to deal with?"

Daryl expressionlessly raised the assault rifle in his hand and said in a hoarse and cold voice:
"Boss, do you want to kill them?"

"With just one round of firefight, we can sift them all."

Leon was holding a black M41 automatic rifle. He glanced at his men who were about to move and said:
"These people are the most valuable people in Woodbury. We give them a chance. Whether they can survive or not depends on their own choice."

After speaking, Leon took a horn from Sherman and said to Daryl:

"After 30 seconds, give them a volley, hit them near them and scare them."

Daryl nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie, and spoke a few words into it.

On the plain, Martin and other members of the exploration team were still nervously catching the zombies that had fallen into the pit.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of shooting sounds like raindrops coming from my ears.

Ta-ta-ta!Ta-ta-ta!Ta-ta-ta!
They were horrified to find that in an instant, the ground around the pit seemed to have been bombarded by a hail of bullets. Soil crumbs were flying, weeds were flying, gunpowder smoke was filling the air, and countless smoking bullet holes appeared on the flat ground.

A few seconds later, before they could react from the shock and horror, a low and cold male voice came from behind them through the speakers.

"Don't move, put down your weapons, you are already surrounded by us."

"Give you 10 seconds, put your hands up, kneel on the ground, and surrender to us."

"After 10 seconds, no one complied."

"All have to die!"

When the members of Woodbury's exploration team heard this voice, they shrank subconsciously and looked around in horror.

"10, 9, 8..."

As Lyon counted down, a young team member subconsciously picked up the rifle next to him and wanted to shoot in the direction of the sound.

But as soon as he raised the rifle in his hand, a bullet hit his forehead, directly blasting a huge blood hole in his head. The red and white stuff splashed on his companions around him, causing A gasp of horror.

Keweila showed an excited smile, slightly turned the gun, and pointed it at the other members.

Leon glanced at the girl, and continued to count at the same speed:
"7, 6, 5..."

He had just counted halfway when Martin, the leader of the exploration team on the plain, had already thrown away the rifle in his hand, knelt on the ground, raised his hands high, and shouted:
"Don't shoot, I surrender!"

A good American veteran, he never considered surrender an unacceptable thing.

Going with the wind and waves and descending against the wind are the best traditions in their army.

The recruits who couldn't see this clearly had already been taught a lesson in blood.

Someone took the lead in surrendering, or was it the captain who took the lead in surrendering? The members of this exploration team were not elite or tough guys to begin with. Before Lyon's countdown ended, all the people in this team knelt on the ground and dropped their weapons. , raised his hands high, choosing to surrender.

Leon waited for more than ten seconds and saw that the group of people on the plain were all kneeling on the ground. He put down the horn in his hand and said to Daryl:
"Ask someone to tie them up, and anyone who acts recklessly will be shot to death."

Daryl nodded, took out the walkie-talkie on his waist, and gave his orders to the inside.

A few minutes later, Leon took Kevira, Peggy and others out of the hiding place, and together with the members of Daryl's team, they watched the dozen or so members of the exploration team whose hands and feet were tied.

These people were all ordinary people. Looking at the dozens of armed men surrounding them, their faces were full of fear and hesitation. Only Martin and Gale, who were taking the lead, showed surprise and fear after seeing their costumes. .

Leon kept a cold expression on his face, pointed the m41 automatic rifle in his hand at the crowd kneeling on the ground, and said expressionlessly:

"Some of you may or may not know who we are."

"But it doesn't matter. Your leader, the man named Governor, chose to be our enemy, which led to the current situation."

"You are captured."

"However, we are not bloodthirsty lunatics. As long as you cooperate with our actions honestly and stay in the cell obediently, you can survive."

"But the ugly words sit in front. If you dare to do any dishonest behavior, what awaits you is execution."

After saying these words, Leon glanced at them with cold eyes until each of them lowered their heads in fear, then turned to Daryl and said:
"Daryl, send a few people to our prison stronghold to lock them up and guard them well."

"The others continued to go to Woodbury with us to perform the mission." He pointed his gun at Martin, who was the first to surrender, and asked: "What is your name, and who were you before?"

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Martin swallowed, looked up slightly into Leon's eyes, and said carefully:
"Boss, my name is Martin Ness. I am a retired soldier. I used to be a physical education teacher at the university."

"If you have something to say, I just want to live. Whatever you want, I will cooperate with you."

Leon showed a faint smile, moved the muzzle of the gun downward, and said:
"Very well, Martin."

"I like people who know how to be flexible. You stay here and perform missions with us. I will ask you something."

Martin showed a forced smile, nodded, and said:

"Okay, boss, if you have any questions, just ask and I will tell you everything."

Half an hour later, Daryl and others dealt with the zombies in the pit, locked all members of the exploration team except Martin into a truck, and separated several veterans to escort them back to Glenn. The prison base where it is located.

Leon let the remaining members of Daryl's team continue to lurk near the town of Woodbury, and he took Kevella, the Peggy siblings, Martin and others back to the villa with a yard from the last time.

After some simple repairs, the Peggy siblings continued to use the reconnaissance drone to monitor the situation in Woodbury. Leon and Kevella took Martin to a spare room and began to question Woodbury in detail. Intelligence that drones cannot obtain.

Martin was worthy of being a qualified American prisoner and did not need to be tortured. He did not hide anything from Lyon and Kewela's inquiries, allowing them to learn in detail the actual situation in Woodbury.

Leon smoked a high-end cigar, leaned on the leather sofa in the villa, and threw one to Martin opposite him. He narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed softly:
"That is to say, Philip still has 12 soldiers who can fight. If necessary, he can also urgently recruit 20 people into the armed forces, right?"

With a flattering smile on his face, Martin sniffed the cigar in his hand without lighting it, and replied with a smile:
"Yes, Mr. Custer."

"Philip is very good at deceiving people. The people of Woodbury trust him very much. We have collected a lot of weapons and ammunition. If necessary, he can indeed summon more than 30 gunmen at one time."

After saying this, Martin said with a hint of ridicule on his face:

"However, the residents in Woodbury are all rookies. They are not comparable to the elites you have in your hands. Few of them have even formally practiced marksmanship. They are just a group of timid ordinary people."

"Now, we veterans have been captured by you, and the remaining rookies are unable to resist your soldiers."

Leon nodded, took a sip of his cigar, glanced at Kevila who was sitting next to him, boredly reading the novel, patted Martin on the shoulder with a smile on his face, and said:
"Okay, Mr. Martin, thank you for your cooperation."

"You are a person who understands current affairs, and I don't want to make it difficult for you. You will stay here honestly these few days. When we solve Woodbury, there are more important tasks for you."

"At that time, it will naturally benefit you."

When Martin heard this, he lowered his head meekly and said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Custer, no one will stand on the side of doomed failure. No matter what you ask, I will do it."

the next morning.

In Woodbury's office.

The man called the Governor had red eyes and sat in his office chair, as if he had fallen into deathly silence.

He had not slept all night, and he had not received any news from the exploration team all day yesterday, which made his heart fall into chaos and fear.

Twelve heavily armed men, half of his soldiers, could not disappear for no reason without any news.

What's more, the people leading the team are all veterans who have been with him in the wild for a long time, so it is impossible to be wiped out by the zombies.

The only explanation is that they encountered an enemy that was several times stronger than them. Only in this way would they disappear without any reply.

boom! boom! boom!
After a knock on the door, Dr. Milton pushed open the door. He saw the Governor who seemed to be silent on the office chair. After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"Philip, the residents outside are quarreling and I need you to go over and take a look."

Governor Philip came back to his senses when he heard Milton's voice, pursed his lips, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What are they arguing about?"

Milton observed his face and said:
"The exploration team is missing, and their relatives are arguing about it."

"Your complexion is very bad, do you need to rest?"

Phillip stood up from his seat, rubbed his numb face, adjusted his mood, and said in a calm voice again:

"It's okay, I'll go take care of the exploration team's affairs."

He walked out of his office calmly and came to the quarreling family members of the exploration team. He used his eloquence and authority to successfully appease them.

He assured all the families that he would soon lead people to search for the missing team members.

Returning to his office, Philip saw Milton still waiting there. He adjusted his expression and asked:

"What do you want, Milton?"

Milton was the first friend Philip knew, and he had the closest relationship with the governor in Woodbury.

Seeing the sad expression on the governor's face unconsciously, Milton asked carefully:

"Philip, do you have any clues about the disappearance of the exploration team?"

The governor shook his head helplessly. He guessed that the expedition team might have been unlucky and suddenly encountered a large group of predators, which was why they disappeared without warning.

He did not consider that it was the gang in the prison who did it, because this was only the third day that they discovered that there were other forces in the prison. It was impossible for the other party to know where their camp was, and the two sides were dozens of kilometers away, and there was no corresponding response. With such intelligence, it was impossible to sneak attack on them without any warning.

"I must have met other survivors. There may have been conflicts or misunderstandings. Wait a minute. I will take people to their routes and destinations to see if any other clues can be found."

Milton thought for a while and nodded helplessly. He was just an ordinary person. He had no idea about this kind of thing and could not help much.

"Then you have to be careful, Philip. You can come to my research institute in the evening and let's have a chat."

(End of this chapter)

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