MTL - Lovers Always on the Counterattack-Chapter 121

From the location of the white satin to the western mountains, the straight distance needs to pass through the urban area, so he chose to take a long way around. Although this distance is farther, at least the chance of a "big traffic jam" is small. Even if one or two cars are broken on the road, it will not block the entire road. Maybe you can use a more solid off-road jeep to top it. open.

However, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Although the road is clearer, supplies are very scarce. After all, housing stores in the suburbs are scarce, and survivors are more inclined to search in places with a lower density of zombies, so the rest is really not much.

White satin had to save money along the way. Fortunately, after the last days, the animals became more spicy and hungry. Even if white satin tried to make them eat something that was not suitable for them to eat, there was no abnormal reaction. This makes the situation not so bad-after all, white satin hands really do not have ready-made pet food, and there is no condition for what to eat for them.

So rushing while searching, the white satin finally rushed to the western mountain area.

This western mountain area is considered a tourist attraction before the end of the day. People in this city often come here for vacations on weekends to see the scenery, fish and fish, eat game, and leisurely wash away the busyness and fatigue of the week in the mountains and lakes. . And white satin is a frequent visitor here, and I really like the feeling of close contact with nature.

In the western mountains, there are more restaurants on both sides of the road. There is a farmhouse indirectly. Since it is far from the city and the base, there are not many survivors here. Finally, the white satin supplies are almost exhausted. Dilemma.

Although it has been several months since the end of the world, most foods have deteriorated and expired after the power was cut off, but there are always some products such as instant noodles, chocolate candies, beverage mineral water, vacuum packaging or dried meat and vegetables. You can also eat it, handle it well, and make a delicious meal.

As an orphan, with no money to take out, coupled with the slow accumulation of the first few worlds, white satin in this world has successfully lightened the skill of cooking. Although it can not reach the level of color and fragrance, it can at least be able to It's more than enough to fill your stomach.

I searched all the way, and then I found a farmhouse using a gas tank. The white satin ignited the stove with a lighter, cooked several packets of instant noodles, put some dehydrated vegetable fungus mushrooms, and heated a few vacuum-packed chicken feet. After leaving the base, I ate my first hot meal.

Military dogs and snub-nosed monkeys also bury their heads in bowls and eat them. Although instant noodles are not good for animals, they do not cause any harm to their stomachs after the end of the age—approximately, Is this because they swallowed a lot of zombies?

White satin was eating noodles while thinking wildly. After everyone was satisfied, they embarked on a journey into the mountains again.

Next is a long stretch of Panshan Highway. The deeper the road, the worse the road conditions and the scarce the houses on the roadside. Fortunately, the environment in the mountains does not seem to have changed due to the end of the world. It may be that plants are immune to zombies like animals, or they may grow too slowly and have a slower mutation rate.

Driving carefully, the ears were rustling mountain wind and gurgling water coming from the original place. White satin only felt that before returning to the last days, everything was so peaceful and comfortable.

After opening it for nearly half an hour and finally seeing a small house again, White Satin stopped the car, entered the courtyard cautiously, first determined that there was no danger around it, and then smashed the locked door with violence.

There are no people living in the house, but all kinds of equipment and furniture are quite complete. It may be illegal buildings built by nearby residents for their feet, or it may be a forest shelter or the like.

White satin made a circle in the house, and I felt more satisfied. I was more surprised to find that there was still water in the yard. I wonder whether it was connected to a well or a mountain stream-I have to say that this really solved the problem for white satin. A big problem.

The only thing that is not good is that this small house has no defense function. But in this kind of "deep mountain and old forest", zombies are rarer than wild animals. In case of danger, the strength of the white satin itself and the nearly 30 military dogs around it are enough to repel the enemy in case of misfortune. By the time of the powerful mutant zombies, the house would probably be of little use even if it were sturdy.

Open the plastic bags and rags covering the furniture, and then took the basin of water, picked up the cleaning tools and cleaned the room. White satin looked clean. Many rooms were full of sense of accomplishment. The supplies scavenged along the jeep were moved into the house.

White satin didn't have high requirements for the living environment. He changed his bedding set to a new set, and was content with it. He wiped his body with cold water, changed his clothes, and lay down on the bed.

The golden monkey disappeared as soon as the white satin decided to move into the surrounding woods, and the military dogs also received instructions to disperse, or lie in the house to rest, or bask in the sun outside, and several more Patrol and explore the surrounding area.

White satin does not restrict the actions of these companions. After all, he has only one person and cannot be responsible for the safety of all animals. They should also learn how to survive independently in this end time.

After a short break, White Satin sat cross-legged on the bed and began planning for his future life.

Although he searched a lot from various farmhouses and jammed the jeep, he didn't want to live for a long time. The remaining amount of fuel in the jeep, plus the gasoline he pumped from the gas station, was enough for him to travel two or three times to and from the city, but it was not a long-term plan to rely solely on searching for supplies.

According to the research of the Military Base Institute, the water source has not been contaminated by zombies, and it can be consumed as long as it is boiled; most crops, vegetables and fruits have not been mutated. To this end, the base has also opened up a few fields of farmland. Encourage people to plant. Unfortunately, the area of ​​these farmlands is too small, and the growth of crops is slow. Even if the power of wood-based abilities can accelerate it, it is difficult to feed all survivors in the base. As for the larger area of ​​farmland, the current They have not been able to properly maintain it.

However, although the base has made difficult progress in growing crops, it is a good choice for white satin.

People with water and wood abilities here, as long as they open a field, find a few more types of seeds planted in different seasons, and be self-sufficient ... there seems to be no big problem.

White satin was thinking, while she listed herself a long list, most of which were seeds, and the other part was condiments and daily necessities.

Probably planned his future life, and finally, white satin was relieved. Seeing that it was getting dark, he couldn't bear to light a candle, and fell asleep early.

This night, White Satin slept extraordinarily comfortably. Occasionally, I could hear a few low barks, but it did not dispel his drowsiness, but made him feel more relieved because White Satin knew that the loyal army dogs were guarding. To his safety.

After leaving the base, White Satin opened his eyes until the sky was bright for the first time, only to feel exhausted and full of energy.

Sitting up, at first glance I saw the golden and bright golden monkey bathed in the morning light and paralyzed on the window sill in a very relaxed and relaxed posture. The white satin could not help but leaned forward and fiddled with its long tail.

Feeling that his tail was touched, the golden monkey flexed his tail to avoid it, turned his head to look at the white satin, and then jumped onto his shoulder affectionately, grabbing his neck.

The white satin rubbed the fluffy fluffy fur of the golden monkey and just thought of saying "Good morning", but Yu Guang found several small heads out of the window.

The white satin that did not respond for a moment: "………………………………”

Get out of bed, walk to the window, white satin looks down at the monkeys of different breeds squatting by the window, for a long while silent. Then he turned to look over his shoulder: "Did you bring it back?"

The golden monkey gave a cheerful response, raised its claws and grabbed the hair on top of its head, and slightly raised its chin.

White satin helped the forehead, and the monkeys opened the door curiously and cautiously, walked into the courtyard, and then found that there were several dogs in the courtyard, and they were lying beside the military dog ​​obediently.

These dogs are ordinary dirt dogs, probably raised by surrounding farmhouse owners. After the end, the owner either escaped or died or became a zombie. The dogs left behind had to enter the forest to make a living, and then ... Bringed back by a military dog?

For these "new entrants", White Satin carefully interacted with them, and quickly dispelled their abstinence with the aura of animal affinity-but he did not expect that when these intelligent little animals found him and After not excluding new companions, the situation became overwhelming.

Every morning, White Satin will find that there are more members in his small yard. Although these animals do not reside in his yard like golden monkeys and military dogs, they will appear every few days. His yard is getting more and more ... vigorous.

One day, when White Satin got up and opened the door of the house, he even found his doorway ... a lion lay on his face.

Standing blankly at the door for a long while, White Satin looked at the lion standing up, shaking his shaggy fur, and hesitated: "Slacker?"

The lion's ears trembled, and lazily flicking its tail was a response, so that the white satin was sure he didn't admit it. This lion had also taken care of him in the zoo, because he was too lazy to move under the tree all day, Nicknamed "slacker" by the staff.

Raising his hand, he tentatively touched the lion's coat, and found that the other party did not seem to forget him. Instead, he accepted his closeness, and the white satin acted boldly immediately.

Rubbing the head of the lion, White Satin smiled softly: "You also ran out of the zoo? What about your husbands? Are you not with you?"

Before the words fell, White Satin saw two lionesses walking into the courtyard with graceful cat steps, one of them holding a dead goat in his mouth. I wonder if it was wild or escaped from the sheepfold.

"... Okay, I don't seem to need to worry about anything." White satin drew his mouth and had to admit that animals are no worse than humans.

Now, his daily efforts to cultivate fields with powers have just sprouted, and he still has to continue to eat unhealthy convenience foods scavenged from other places, while the golden monkeys and military dogs have already learned how to get out of the forest Self-sufficient, eat more rich and satisfying than white satin every day, fat, no visible to the naked eye, is a large circle of strength, and the strength is more fierce and powerful.

So, most of the animals wandering in the mountains and forests, especially the beasts with no food chain relationship, gradually gathered near the residence of white satin, and a large part of them ran out of the zoo. And the security around it is getting higher and higher. Both humans and zombies will avoid it far away, so as not to have any unnecessary conflicts with these wild animals that don't look good.

With this group of guards, white satin's little life is getting more and more free, and sometimes they can even receive gifts from them, such as mature wild fruits in the mountains, or hares that were bitten and bitten.

White satin is content with this kind of life, and does not want any changes, but only wants to farm alone and live in the sky-however, accidents always happen.

One night, White Satin was awakened by an unusual bark of dogs. He knew it was the sound of war dogs warning of threats, and quickly got up and found the pistol bought from the military under the pillow.

Carefully hide yourself, white satin looks out of the window, seeing a shadow moving in front of his courtyard by the dim light of the moon.

That shadow is not a zombie from the point of view of action. He seems to be deterred by a military dog ​​in a courtyard with a posture of alertness, hesitates to enter, but has no meaning to leave—this should obviously not be ordinary Passer.

Raised the gun without hesitation, the white satin pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled past the figure, followed by a low drink: "Don't move! Raise your hand!"

Black Shadow paused, then slowly raised his hands, indicating that he had no weapons in his hands and no intention of attacking. White satin then took the gun in one hand, took out the flashlight in one hand, and pressed the switch.

The strong penetrating light shines directly on the person who has passed, causing the other person to narrow his eyes uncomfortably, but quickly looks in the direction of the beam. White Satin knew that it was impossible for him to see himself, but he couldn't help trembling at his deep, smiling eyes.

"Baby, you are so rude, if you shake your hand a little, you're going to hit my head!" The comer bent his eyes, his indignation was intimate.

The white satin mouth slightly twitched, apparently he was not a joke person, he was polite and estranged, and never quarreled with others, but opened his mouth subconsciously: "Who is your baby? Get out!"

As soon as the words fell, White Satin couldn't help but hesitated, because he realized that in his response, he was also familiar with the familiar old friends.

——It's ... Seeing a ghost!