When the Desolate Man was killed, the battlefield suddenly became quiet for a moment.
Gao Qi put the shotgun back into his belt. He picked up the pistol, changed the magazine, and put it back into the holster. Finally, he picked up the rifle and changed the magazine.
When he stood up with the rifle, Gao Qi didn't see any targets. The Desolate Man in the distance was still shooting, but the Desolate Man hiding in the tobacco field was crawling away quickly.
Wang Zihao was firing at the fleeing Desolate Man with the light machine gun. Everyone was shooting at the swaying tobacco field. They had no intention of stopping.
Gao Qi aimed a few times, but he couldn't see any targets.
"Cease fire!"
Wang Zihao finally shouted. The gunshots stopped abruptly, but Gao Qi could still hear the echoes of the gunshots in his ears.
A battle started suddenly, and then it stopped even more abruptly.
Now, he could hear faint moans. The Desolate Man didn't take his injured Desolate Man away, but stayed where he was. Then, Gao Qi heard moans nearby.
Wang Zihao shouted, "Is there something wrong?"
A depressed voice said, "Old Fu seems to have been shot."
Gao Qi turned his head and looked at the machine gun position in front of him. One of the Desolate Man in the machine gun position had been burned to a crisp, and the other one had been dead for a long time.
Wang Zihao was silent for a moment, and then he said calmly, "I don't think he can be saved. Old Zhou, go down and cook. Just cook enough food for four people, but make more dry food."
A man in a white apron stood up. He clapped his hands and said calmly, "Okay, got it."
Old Zhou left the machine gun position on the roof. At this time, Wang Zihao shouted, "Captain Gao, go and see if Old Fu is dead."
Gao Qi was stunned, and then he said quickly, "Me? Oh, okay, I'll go and see. "
When Gao Qi reached the roof of the machine gun base, he pushed open the cover and saw a man with blood all over his face staring at him.
There was an unreal feeling. There was an unpleasant burnt smell, and there was a smoking corpse in the machine gun position. Next to the machine gun, there was a person lying on the ground with his chest covered in blood.
Gao Qi subconsciously reached out to press on the wound, but he really did not know what to do next.
"How is it?"
Wang Zihao shouted. Gao Qi swallowed hard and then said loudly, "He's not dead. He's injured."
"Where did you hit?"
"Chest and lungs?"
Bloody foam kept coming out of the wounded man's mouth, and there was a pile of bloody foam at the place where he was shot in the chest. It should be the lung that was shot.
Wang Zihao was silent for a moment, and then he said loudly, "Are you dying?"
Gao Qi said angrily, "What are you talking about? Someone, come and help me carry him away!"
Wang Zihao did not say anything. After waiting for about ten seconds, he suddenly said, "Captain Gao, can you do me a favor?"
"What kind of favor?!"
Gao Qi shouted angrily. Then he heard Wang Zihao say calmly, "He won't be able to survive a gunshot to the lung. He'll only suffer more. Can you do him a favor and shoot him in the head or the heart? Do me a favor and don't let Old Fu suffer."
Gao Qi was extremely stunned. He opened his mouth to curse, but all he could do was mumble something meaningless.
Old Fu was not dead, but he could barely make a sound. His body kept writhing in pain. But after Wang Zihao finished speaking, he stopped writhing and nodded at Gao Qi expectantly.
Gao Qi could see Old Fu's mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. He did not know if he was asking for help or begging to be killed. This made him very confused.
At this moment, Wang Zihao said again, "You can't do it, right? How about this, Captain Gao, you help keep an eye on the Desolate Dwellers. I'll go over. "
Gao Qi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he opened his eyes and said to Old Fu, "If you want me to help you end your pain, blink your eyes. If you don't want to die, shut your mouth."
Old Fu immediately shut his mouth and began to blink.
Gao Qi exhaled. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Old Fu's head. But after a moment of hesitation, he pointed the gun at Old Fu's heart.
Turning his face to the side, Gao Qi closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Then, he pulled the trigger.
With a bang, it sounded like blood splattered on his face. Gao Qi let go of his left hand that was covering the wound. He raised the gun with his right hand and used his right sleeve to wipe the left side of his face. Then, he leaned back against the sandbag and sat down.
Gao Qi looked at Old Fu. Now that Old Fu was motionless, his face had a look of relief.
A charred body and a body covered in blood. Gao Qi looked at the two bodies in a daze. He turned his head to the side and used his right arm to cover his eyes. He began to cry silently.
"Captain Gao, Captain Gao? Did you do it? Then I won't go over, thank you. "
Gao Qi did not answer. He felt suffocated. His heart was suffocating, his throat was suffocating, and he could not breathe.
Now, no one was talking and there was no sound. After a long time, Gao Qi's tears had dried up and his emotions had calmed down. Finally, Old Zhou said from below, "It's time to eat."
Gao Qi stood up. He saw that Wang Zihao was still at the machine gun position, and the other heavy machine gun shooter was facing the back.
Wang Zihao turned his head and saw Gao Qi. He smiled and said loudly, "Captain Gao, go down and eat first. Later, you and Old Zhou will come up to replace us."
Gao Qi could not eat, so he shook his head and said loudly, "You guys eat first. I'll keep an eye on them."
"Chen Rui, you eat first."
The heavy machine gun shooter stood up and left the roof. At this time, Wang Zihao continued to look at the tobacco field and said loudly, "Captain Gao, why don't you come over to my side?"
Gao Qi stood up immediately. He did not dare to look at the two bodies. He lowered his head and walked down the roof.
Wang Zihao did not close the door, so Gao Qi went directly to the roof. Then, he turned his back to Wang Zihao and scanned the area.
"Captain Gao, have you … seen a desolate person before?"
"I have not killed anyone before."
Mutants were not humans, but monsters. So, Gao Qi said that he had not killed anyone before. His answer was not the question, but it perfectly answered Wang Zihao's question.
"You are the fastest person I have ever seen to adapt to the wilderness. Really."
Not sure if it was a compliment to Gao Qi, Wang Zihao continued, "I forgot that you are not used to this kind of situation. I should not have asked you to help Old Fu. I am sorry. Also, I want to thank you on behalf of Old Fu. You have saved him a lot of pain."
Gao Qi sighed softly and said in a low voice, "You are welcome."
Wang Zihao suddenly became talkative. He continued in a low voice, "When I first came here, I couldn't. I only got used to it after watching more than a dozen people die. Captain Gao, I think you are a person who can achieve great things. Really, you can definitely achieve great things. I really didn't expect you to be able to kill a paranormal. You saved us. Until now, I still can't believe you survived."
Gao Qi could faintly hear someone moaning. He whispered, "What is that sound?"
"Oh, a desolate person. He can't walk if he's injured. No one can save him and he can't free himself. He can only wait for death. If he's shot in the lung, he might have to wait for two hours before he dies. If he's shot in the stomach, he can sometimes drag on for four or five hours without dying."
"Why wasn't he shot somewhere else?"
"Oh, if he was shot in the arms or legs, he would run if he could move. If he could not run, he would shoot himself. If he could not run, he would not be able to solve it. Basically, he was shot in the lung or the stomach."
Gao Qi sighed. Then he suddenly said, "Do you want to kill him?"
"It does sound quite annoying, but I can't see where he is. Just let him suffer for a while. We'll collect his body tomorrow morning. He'll definitely be dead by this time tomorrow. For safety, we can't go over now. When you get close, they'll pull you down with them. This kind of thing is quite common."
Gao Qi did not know what to say. Wang Zihao continued, "I didn't expect there to be a psychic. This group of desolate people must have arrived last night. They even went into the tobacco field to wait. They must have dug a bunker outside the barbed wire fence. They were so well-prepared that they did not want to take the bullets and leave. Fortunately, you killed the psychic, otherwise it would have been all over. Yes, it would have been all over."
"Are we planting all tobacco?"
"There are a lot of tobacco, pumpkins, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and cabbages. We will plant them in a few days, but with the cold wave, they are all gone. However, we can still harvest some sweet potatoes and potatoes."
"Can't we use the tobacco leaves? Although they are frozen, they can still be smoked, right? "
"No, the temperature is too low. They all froze to death. This batch of tobacco is not ripe for harvesting. The nicotine content is too low. It can't be used."
Gao Qi didn't know what to say, but he didn't want to talk about the battle, didn't want to talk about the Desolate Dwellers, didn't want to talk about Psychics. After thinking about it, he said emotionally, "Then … what should we do next?"
"Well, we will pull out all the tobacco leaves and plant something else. We don't know how long the cold wave will last. If we can make it in time, we will plant winter wheat and cabbages. If we can't, then forget it. We can only wait until next year, if there is a next year."
"I mean, what else can we do today?"
"Today? We will bury Old Fu and the others today. Tomorrow, we will bury the bodies of the desolate people. They just finished digging the holes, so it will save us a lot of trouble."
Gao Qi still wanted to say something, but he really did not know what to say.
Soon, Old Zhou, who was cooking, walked out of the cafeteria. He silently went up to the roof and picked up his rifle. Then, he said softly, "Chief, let's go eat."
Wang Zihao turned around and whispered to Gao Qi, "Let's go eat."
Gao Qi silently followed Wang Zihao and went into the kitchen and cafeteria.
There were dozens of stools scattered in the cafeteria. There was only one small table. On the small table, there were two stacked bowls. On the shelf next to the small table, there was a black pot, a plastic bowl with steamed buns, a few pairs of chopsticks, and a few aluminum bowls.
There was noodle soup in the pot, and there were many pieces of black meat in the soup.
Gao Qi did not feel like eating. Although he was indeed hungry in the middle of the night last night, the meat in the noodle soup reminded him of the charred corpse. Then, he realized that he really did not feel like eating now.
"I'm not eating anymore."
Wang Zihao did not say anything. He used a spoon to fill up one of the aluminum bowls. Then, he picked up the pot and poured the remaining noodle soup into the other bowl. The two aluminum bowls were perfectly filled, and there was nothing left in the pot.
After placing the aluminum bowl on the small table, Wang Zihao picked up two steamed buns. He handed one of the steamed buns to Gao Qi and said with a serious face, "Eat!"
Gao Qi did not know where the anger came from. He raised his hand and slapped away the steamed bun in Wang Zihao's hand. Then, he roared, "I said I'm not eating anymore. Didn't you hear me?"
Wang Zihao put the steamed bun in his other hand in front of Gao Qi's eyes. Then, he said very seriously, "After eating this meal, you don't know when the next meal will be, and you don't know if you will be able to eat another meal. If you don't want to die of hunger, then don't miss any opportunity to eat until you are full!"
Gao Qi was panting heavily. He stared at Wang Zihao in a daze, but Wang Zihao was still holding the steamed bun in front of him, motionless.
Gao Qi turned his head to the side. He saw the steamed bun he had knocked to the ground. He walked over and picked it up from the ground. After wiping his left hand on his clothes, he took a pair of chopsticks and sat in front of the small table.
He took a bite of the steamed bun and ate a mouthful of black meat.
The dough was very light, and there was almost no saltiness. The meat was very hard, and there was an indescribable taste. Even though Gao Qi rarely ate meat, he still felt that it was disgusting.
Gao Qi wanted to vomit, not because the meat tasted bad, but because he thought of the burned corpses.
But in the end, Gao Qi resisted the nausea and forced himself to finish everything.
Wang Zihao sat opposite Gao Qi. He ate slowly and watched Gao Qi wolfing down the food. He said slowly, "This is wild boar meat. It's not very delicious, but you definitely can't eat it in the city."
Gao Qi swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty. He nodded and said, "It's not delicious, but it's nutritious."
Wang Zihao smiled. He looked at Gao Qi and said, "The first time I killed someone, I could only eat after two days. At that time, I didn't feel hungry, but I felt weak. When I started eating, I realized that I was starving to death."
Gao Qi picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of noodle soup. Then he panted and said, "Needless to say, I know. There are only four of us left. We can't be hungry to the point of weakness. Is that what you mean?"
Wang Zihao nodded and said seriously, "Captain Gao, it's a good thing that you can adapt to the Wasteland so quickly. It's really a good thing, unlike me. By the time I understood what the Wasteland was, it was already too late."
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