Chapter 1911 We are really fleeing, not bandits (193)

Their team was small, and they all hunted together. In addition, they had to save firewood, so they simply ate together.

However, they now only fire once a day at night.

I got up before dawn in the morning, ate the mutated beast meat and trained. When I set off again, not only had all the fatigue from the previous day disappeared, my sore legs no longer hurt, but I was full of strength and full of energy.

At noon, they usually find a corner to eat one or two grain pancakes and drink a few sips of water, avoiding the refugees on the road.

This happens almost every day.

Life is much better than others, almost all of them are lean and lean, their faces look good, and their eyes are shining.

It is completely incomparable to those refugees with dull eyes and numbly dragging their legs forward.

Fortunately, because of the lack of water, they were just like everyone else, wearing dirty and patched clothes, their hair was shiny and messy, and their faces and hands were all dusty.

This did not prevent them from becoming outliers, nor did they become the target of public criticism.

However, even so, they will still be targeted by some gangs from time to time.

After all, you can tell at a glance that they have plenty of food and drink, and you can tell there is a lot of food and even meat in the backpacks they carry, and there is also water in the three water tanks on the cart.

It's a pity that no matter how many people come, they will be beaten back violently.

After several bloody suppressions, no one dared to provoke them easily again.

On the contrary, behind their small team, there were many small teams falling in the distance.

Finally, these small teams slowly merged into large teams.

The same thing is that they are still far behind, not daring to get too close or too far away.

When there are more people, there are more thoughts.

There are always a few people who feel that the team is huge. No matter how powerful the people in front are in martial arts, there are only about twenty people, and there are also old people and children among them.

As for women...women there are more ferocious than men, so they have to be counted as one.

In short, several people were discussing using wheel tactics and mass crowds to destroy their leading small team.

444 kept an eye on those people behind him. As soon as he learned the news, he immediately informed Yun Miao.

Afraid of being besieged, Yun Miao took advantage of the middle of the night to directly ask everyone to speed up and rush on the road overnight.

After driving for thirty miles in one breath, they finally got rid of the increasingly large team. After dawn, they changed the trail and found a flat place on the side of the mountain to start cooking.

Prepare to eat enough, rest for half a day, and then continue on your way.

However, when Yun Miao, her father, and Yang San'er went to inspect the surrounding area, they accidentally discovered some corpses.

The corpses looked stale and had been dead for at least two days.

For the sake of safety, they decided to choose a farther place to camp, just when Yun Miao turned around.

"Three... Sanya?"

A hoarse old voice suddenly sounded, startling several people.

After quickly looking around, they finally found an unkempt, dirty old man behind a big tree.

The old man was dark and thin, his clothes had turned into strips of cloth, and his messy hair was completely white, covering most of his gray and wrinkled face, making it impossible to see his true face clearly.

The most eye-catching thing was that one of the old man's legs was bent strangely, the trouser leg was torn, there was a lot of blood on it, and it even attracted a lot of flies.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, 444 immediately told Yun Miao the identity of the old man.

The little girl blinked.
Chapter completed!