After the engineering team went up the mountain in the morning, they worked until the evening. There was no entertainment here. A group of big men just had some barbecue, drank wine, bragging, or listening to the radio station at night.

No one mentioned those Indian affairs again in the busy and exhausted day.

The coworkers grab food between the set tents, or go to the lake to wash away the fatigue of the day.

After eating and drinking, most people went to rest, but a small number of people were still awake and vigil because they wanted to prevent the Indians from attacking the camp at night.

The fleeing Indians did think about attacking the camp, but the young man who was the first to escape returned to the tribe and persuaded women and children, as well as the elders of the tribe.

In the end, instead of fighting with the whites directly, they launched an ancient ritual!

Hulala!

The grave was dug up, and the zombies covered with soil stood up from the filthy soil, one after another, and six hundred zombies crawled out of the flat ground, some of which were big and small, and some were not even humans.

The Indian elders hid in the trees and threw stones from afar, guiding these uncontrolled zombies toward the construction team camp at a very slow speed.

The rotten appearance and immortal characteristics made their reputation in the past barbarian invasion war, which scared the invaders so much that they dared not invade.

When the elders were young, they saw these white-skinned pigs being bitten and killed by zombies until they ran away in a panic. The zombies that were sealed for many years were unearthed again. They believe that this time the zombies can still drive these invaders out of the holy land.

With the help of the night, a large wave of zombies walked towards the construction team's camp.

There were lights in the camp, but not much, and more were fires lit with wood made from local materials.

Three or four people gathered next to eight fires in different directions, chatting boredly. They all had their own shotguns or old-fashioned bolt-action rifles on their hands.

Even if you don’t have a gun at hand, you must have a revolver on your waist.

"Actually, my wife called me a few days ago and she gave birth to a son for me... I have to go back and take a look after this order."

"Water? Haven't you been home for almost two years? Where did you come from your son?"

"That's why I'm going back and checking out."

"No, Johnny, don't do stupid things. After finishing this order, go to Las Vegas with your brothers to watch striptease. We have money! There is no need to go to prison for that bitch!"

"Wait, there seems to be a sound..."

Several people were chatting in the fire near the east side, and suddenly they heard a large number of footsteps, light or heavy, coming from the dark woods.

In order to prevent Indian attacks, their camps tried to shrink into a circle as much as possible, with machines on the periphery, and mobile toilets were next to them, so the things in the woods could not be their own people.

Listening to the movement slowly, it doesn't look like a wild beast.

"Take a flashlight to watch."

The oldest bearded man among the three raised his chin slightly and grabbed the hunting rifle at his hand.
Chapter completed!