In just a few days, Jia Ping City was filled with a strong rotten smell. This rotten smell attracted a large number of scavenging flies.
This mutant fly was as big as a bullfrog. It was ugly and glowing green. When it flew, it made a loud noise like a blower. If this was the only method of this creature, it would not be a big deal. At most, it would bring noise and make people feel disgusted. But in fact, it was not low at all.
This kind of mutant creature would not only target rotten wounds, but also suck blood. It could even suck blood that was several times larger than its volume. With the delicate skin of a human, it was impossible to resist the mouth of this mutant creature. Of course, if you were bitten once, you would at most lose a few hundred milliliters of blood. But this kind of danger was nothing to the survivors who had survived in the jungle for nearly a month.
A group of survivors carefully walked on the moss-covered street. They were dressed in rags, unkempt, and almost everyone was stained with black blood. Their bodies were covered with big and small scars. Some of the wounds had not completely healed, and there were pus and blood dripping from them. Some places had maggots wriggling. It made people's scalp tingle.
They supported each other in twos and threes, limping forward cautiously.
A dark-skinned, strong-looking young man walked at the front. He was vigilantly observing his surroundings. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with his arm. Without even looking, he swatted the fly that was trying to suck his blood to death. Reflexes were indispensable in the jungle. Most of the time, life and death were decided in an instant.
But his action was a little too late. The body of the mutant fly splashed blood. It was obviously his. The dark-faced young man frowned. He grabbed the body of the fly and carefully looked at it. This mutant creature did not have any warning color, nor did it have a pungent smell. It did not seem to be poisonous. He looked ahead. There seemed to be a lot of these mutant flies. It was enough for the team to eat.
The team had been out of food for a day. The dried meat they had stored before had been used up. That was the food they had obtained at the cost of three lives. If this creature could be eaten, then the team would have enough food for the day. They might even be able to save up enough food for a few days.
Most importantly, the cost of obtaining food was almost negligible. With the team's current "defenseless" state, these creatures were obviously the best source of food.
In the post-apocalyptic world, food was a big problem. Although there were mutated creatures everywhere, the stronger ones were not to be messed with. Moreover, the low-level mutated creatures that could survive until now had started to become more cunning and would not run around randomly. Without bullets, it would take a lot of effort to catch one. However, there were so many people in the team, and many of them were injured. Even if they caught one occasionally, it would not be enough.
Moreover, not all creatures could be eaten. There were some things that could kill people if they ate them. This required human experience and judgment. Even the previous field knowledge was not useful sometimes. A seemingly ordinary creature could be poisonous. They could only use human lives to test it. If they were lucky, they would only suffer from stomach pain for a few days. If they were unlucky, they would die. In the team, there were no less than five people who had died because of food poisoning.
In addition, the experience gained from using human lives was not very safe. There were too many types of creatures after evolution. It was as if a strong catalyst had been added to the entire natural world. All the creatures had entered a crazy state of competition. Even if it was the same type of creature, there might be thousands or even tens of thousands of evolution types after the apocalypse. Different regions had different evolutions, so they could only rely on human lives to test the poison. He hesitated for a moment and wanted to stuff it into his mouth.
"According to the rules, I should do it this time!" A pale man who was walking at the back said while gasping for breath. Sweat the size of soybeans continuously dripped down from his forehead, and his nose was covered in beads of sweat. One of his legs was drenched in blood. Even though his thigh was tightly bound with a cloth strip, the blood still flowed uncontrollably. It was obvious that his artery had ruptured. As he walked, he left a long trail of blood behind him. With such an injury, he would not be able to walk on his own at all if he did not have someone supporting him.
Seeing the young man hesitate, he smiled weakly, "The rules can't be broken. I know that I can't go on much longer. It's impossible for me to not make it to the last bus. There's no point in everyone bringing a burden like me. While I'm still bleeding, let me test the poison. I can't walk anymore. I can do something for everyone before I die."
"Qian Cheng, don't give up. Our 3rd Battalion will never give up on any of our comrades, at least … before death comes." A middle-aged man with a determined face saw that Qian Cheng had the will to die. He quickly walked to Qian Cheng and said with a pained expression.
"Battalion Commander, I know my own situation. I really don't want to be a burden to everyone. Let me stay, I can't take it anymore." He smiled and broke away from his comrade who was supporting him. He staggered a few steps and sat on the ground with difficulty.
"Give it to me. I can die with a full stomach before I die!" He smiled calmly. Along the way, he had experienced countless life and death situations. He had seen his comrades fall one by one in front of him. They could be talking to him just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, they were gone. He had long since accepted death.
"Give it to him!" The battalion commander waved his hand with difficulty.
The black-faced young man's lips twitched, but he did not say anything in the end. This kind of thing had happened many times in the team. He had long become numb to it. Those who could not take it had long died or committed suicide.
Qian Cheng took the fly from the mutated black-faced young man. Without looking at it, he tore the mutated fly into a few bites and stuffed them into his mouth. He chewed hard and swallowed it with a frown.
After eating the fly, his complexion became even worse. Sweat flowed down like a stream and his breathing became more rapid. Seeing someone rushing over, he waved his hand with difficulty to stop them from approaching.
"It's not poisonous, but … it can be eaten." After more than ten minutes, Qian Cheng straightened up as if he did not feel anything strange.
Then, as if he had exhausted the last of his energy, he slowly fell to the ground. A pool of blood had already accumulated under his body.
A soldier next to him felt his pulse and shook his head with an ugly expression.
The team fell into a dead silence.
… … …
"Let's continue. We're only about a hundred kilometers away from Shanghai. If we march at a normal speed, we can get there in a day. Even if … we walk slowly now, it will only take three to four days. Since we're already here, even if we have to roll, we have to roll to Shanghai. "The battalion commander said in a low but powerful voice.
Of course, he knew that it was impossible to travel as fast as three to four days. This was not the well-connected road before the apocalypse. This was a jungle full of danger. A little carelessness could cost one their life. Their bodies were not as healthy as before. Almost everyone here had injuries, old injuries, and new injuries. Everyone was trying their best to hold on. After one night, they might not wake up the next day. In addition, food, water, and sleep were big problems.
In fact, as long as he could lead the team to Shanghai in half a month, he would be lucky. But the cruel reality made him understand that this was simply a fantasy. Since the beast tide a few months ago, they were completely separated from the main team. At the beginning, there were more than two hundred people, but now there were only a dozen people left. Some of the soldiers who did not even frown when their arms were torn off on the battlefield could not bear the tragedy and even secretly committed suicide. One could imagine how cruel it was.
The team did not respond at all. A thick smell of death permeated the air. They just kept moving forward!
At this time, someone seemed to feel something strange and suddenly said, "Battalion commander, something is wrong here. It's too quiet!"
Only then did everyone come to their senses and quickly stopped. Along the way, they did not see any decent mutated beasts at all. It was abnormal, too abnormal!
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