Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Zhou Tie and others keenly noticed that Qi Siyong was different.

The person is still that person, this can't be wrong. It's just that there are two points less inferiority between the gestures, and three points of joy and four points of extravagance.

If you have to use words to describe it, it's probably like the little poor under the fence suddenly felt confident.

But they didn't understand where Qi Siyong had the confidence, just because of his awakening, he didn't even have a wood element ability that had any fighting power?

This is the end of the world-

If he is really capable, even if he runs to the capital on his own, why bother Mr. He who sent them to pick him up.

Meng Zezhi clutched his abdomen with a pale face, and said weakly: "Brother Zhou, find a place to rest for a night, I can't help it."

It is now the third month into the end of the world. Although human survival bases large and small have begun to take shape, if you want to free up your hands to clean up this chaotic world, I am afraid that you have to take your time.

So the road is still a mess, ruined walls and pits. Driving on such a road is naturally very bumpy.

After decades of pampering, Meng Zezhi was really overwhelmed.

Zhou Tie glanced at the still unset sun outside the car window, sank, and said, "Okay, Master Qi."

Hearing this, Zhang Shaolin snorted heavily, full of mockery.

Then he exchanged Zhou Tie's warning look.

Zhang Shaolin curled his lips and said nothing, but the energy in his heart was still there.

He just couldn't get used to this kind of person who didn't have the ability and was particularly capable of doing it, and he didn't have any vision.

After walking around like this, I don't know when I can return to the capital base. It is necessary to know that as the powers are becoming stronger, the zombies are also evolving. I heard that there has been a wave of zombies in Geng Province, and several small survivor bases have been wiped out by the wave of waves of zombies.

In other words, if they delay one day outside, there will be more danger.

Under such a situation, it is strange that Zhang Shaolin can show Meng Zezhi's face.

In this regard, Meng Ze knows not to take it seriously.

He knew in his heart that if it came to life and death, he had a way to make them retreat.

Zhou Tie opened the map in his hand, gestured with his fingers for a while, and finally stopped somewhere on the map. He said, "A little more than ten miles away, there will be a village. Let's settle down there tonight. ."

"Good." Meng Zezhi reluctantly cheered up.

When he arrived at the place, Zhou Tie first led people to investigate every corner of the village, and made sure that there were no zombies before he came to inform Meng Zezhi to get off the car.

After arranging a place to live, Meng Zezhi took out a pack of seeds from his backpack, gave birth to a small handful of greens and two white radishes, and gave them to Zhang Shaolin.

Zhang Shaolin's complexion suddenly improved a bit, but Qi Siyong was actually quite useful.

Since the outbreak of the apocalyptic era, the crops in the ground have been lost, and the water sources in various places have also been polluted to varying degrees. So at this moment, besides the scientific researchers in the base, the only people who can grow food are wood supernaturalists.

However, even if the vegetables were grown, it was not their turn to be enjoyed by mercenaries, and they had long since been separated by the leaders of the base and the army.

Counting it down, these people have not eaten fresh vegetables for two months.

When there was no shortage of anything before, I kept feeling that the vegetables were unpalatable. There is no more food at this moment, and I am thinking too tightly.

To Qi Siyong's blessing, the past few days can be resolved.

Vegetable soup and canned beef stewed white radish for dinner, the staple food is pancakes.

At this moment, it hasn't been long since the end of the world has begun, and the existing living materials have not been exhausted, and those who are capable naturally don't have to worry about food and clothing.

After a bowl of hot soup, Meng Zezhi felt alive again.

After dinner, just after putting down the dishes and chopsticks, I heard a cold drink from outside the door: "Who?"

"Don't, brother, I'm a human, not a zombie, I won't move, you can relax, don't go crazy..."

Meng Zezhi and the three bodyguards looked at each other, got up and walked out.

I only saw a middle-aged man standing outside the courtyard, with his hands held high and a smile on his face, but he looked around vigilantly.

Zhou Tie asked, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man pleased and said, "I am a villager in this village. Look, this is my hukou and ID card."

Zhou Tie glanced at the things in his hand, his expression on his face undiminished: "You are the only one left in this village?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly explained: "And my family, they are all hidden. I am a gold-type supernatural ability player. The other people in the village have become zombies and they have all been killed by me."

Speaking of this, there was a little more choking in his voice.

"Then what is your purpose in coming to us?" Zhou Tie asked.

"I heard that a survivor base has been built outside, so I wonder if I can ask you to help pick up our family." As he said, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on the row of off-road vehicles parked outside the courtyard.

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Meng Zezhi, who was surrounded by bodyguards, and replied, "I think too, but I can't drive, and there are more people in my family."

Speaking of this, he speeded up his speech instantly: "I don't ask for your help in vain. I have food, a lot of food, and crystal nuclei."

Hearing this, Zhou Tie couldn't help feeling a little moved, but thinking about the mission of this trip again, he couldn't help frowning. It's better to be careful in everything.

No matter how much the middle-aged man pays, it is impossible to go past He's house. In any case, Qi Siyong couldn't make a mistake.

He immediately refused, but was stopped by Meng Zezhi: "Wait—"

Meng Zezhi looked at the middle-aged man carefully, and from the face of it, he was a loyal and honest man.

He lacks nothing now, just a few useful men.

Don’t look at Meng Zezhi’s dozens of supernatural beings around him at this moment, but except for three bodyguards arranged for him by Mr. He, who temporarily obeyed his instructions, the rest are all self-contained, wealthy and capable. The mercenary who made the ghost grind.

It's time to cultivate your own power.

Even if you understand that it is wise for the mercenary in the plot to choose Qi Liang and Fu Boyu in the end, but after receiving the payment, he hates the employer in every way. There are several people in Zhang Shaolin, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong. He can't afford to recruit at all. Their minds.

Meng Zezhi thought, he asked, "How many people are there in your family?"

The middle-aged man immediately replied: "Ten, my mother, my daughter-in-law, and eight children." Not all of his children, but a few of the orphans in the village.

"Are they all ordinary people?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man replied cleanly.

"Which base do you want to go to?"

The middle-aged man almost blurted out: "Chongzhou Base."

Meng Zezhi raised his brows slightly: "You know a lot!"

The middle-aged man replied truthfully: "Because our village is close to the national highway, many survivors passing by here will choose to settle in our village. I have also asked many survivors for help, but the results are not so good..."

Either he thought it would be a burden to reject his family, and persuaded him to abandon his family, or he wanted to kill someone and overwhelm him, and his mother saw it through.

——His mother is a goddess, knows how to face each other,

Seeing Meng Zezhi asked so many questions, how could Zhou Tie not understand what he meant, his brows frowned slightly: "Master Qi?"

Meng Zezhi raised his hand to interrupt him, and continued to ask the middle-aged man: "How much are you willing to pay."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and said quickly: "I am willing to give out 500 catties of grain, one hundred first-level crystal nuclei, and three second-level crystal nuclei."

The food was obtained from the villagers' homes, and the crystal nucleus was obtained by killing the zombies himself.

Meng Zezhi looked at Zhou Tie: "Brother Zhou, we have to pass by the Chongzhou base anyway, you see?"

Zhou Tie still hesitated. He was able to single-handedly save so many people in the last days. Thinking about it, he knew that it would not be a good thing.

Zhao Shaolin couldn't wait to urge: "Brother, what's the hesitation about this, isn't it just a matter of the way?"

Such a good thing can't be found with a lantern, but it is three second-level crystal nuclei.

Let him pay a deposit first, in case something really should happen, the big deal is to leave the people behind, no matter how they think they won't suffer.

When it was all said and done, Zhou Tie thought about it and agreed.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, thinking, judging by the appearance of these people, it doesn't look like someone who would kill and overpower.

But just in case, he invited his mother out.

As soon as his mother saw Meng Zezhi, he stared straight when he brushed his eyes.

When the middle-aged man saw that his **** expression was wrong, he was stunned, and he pulled his mother to flee into the mountains, and then he was slapped on his face by his mother.

The old woman with the sky-eyed eyes looked at the golden dragon hovering around Meng Zezhi's body, and she was speechless nervously: "..."

Meng Zezhi said lightly: "In fact, I prefer others to call my uncle."

Uncle, with such a strong dragon spirit, shouldn't he be the emperor?

The old woman was stunned, followed Meng Zezhi's words and thought, uncle? What uncle?

Meng Zezhi raised his foot and touched the ground.

Land? Earth, Earth Count, God of the Earth?

"Uncle, uncle." The old woman suddenly felt dry in her throat, as if she was thinking of something, and she slapped the middle-aged man's face again: "What are you still doing? Why don't you go take your wife and children out of the cave? Take it out."

After this village, there is no such shop.

"Oh, good, good." The middle-aged man was beaten up by his mother.

Zhou Tie and the others looked at each other, and didn't know what they were selling.

In this way, the middle-aged man Huang Wu and his family joined Meng Zezhi's team. With the old woman's instructions, Huang Wu was obedient to Meng Zezhi.

In the next few days, Meng Zezhi recruited many people.

By the time Wei County, their team had expanded to seventy people, of which eight were supernaturalists.

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