Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 1911 We Are Really Fleeing Famine, Not Bandits (193)

Their team is not large, and they are all together when hunting, and in addition to saving firewood, they simply eat together.

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

I woke up before dawn in the morning, ate the mutated animal meat I got, and then trained. When I set off again, not only did the fatigue from the previous day disappear, but my sore legs didn't hurt anymore, and my whole body was full of energy and full of energy.

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

Almost every day.

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

It is completely incomparable with those refugees who have dull eyes and numbly drag their legs forward.

But fortunately, because of the lack of water, they are also like everyone else, with dirty and patched clothes, greasy and messy hair, and dusty faces and hands.

This keeps them from being outliers, and from being the target of public criticism.

However, even so, he would still be targeted by some gangs from time to time.

After all, just looking at their qi and blood, they knew that there was no shortage of food and drink, and there was a lot of food and even meat in the baskets on their backs, and there was water in the three water tanks on the cart.

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

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

On the contrary, behind their small team, there are many small teams falling far away.

Finally, these small teams slowly merged into large teams.

The same is that they still fell far behind, not daring to get too close, nor too far away.

The more people there are, the more thoughts there will be.

There are always a few people who feel that the team is huge, no matter how powerful the martial arts are in front of them, there are only about 20 people, and there are old people and children among them.

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

In short, a few people discussed, using wheel tactics and using people to pile up, they should also wipe out their leading small team.

444 kept staring at those people behind, and immediately notified Yun Miao as soon as he heard the news.

Afraid of being besieged, Yun Miao took advantage of the middle of the night and directly asked the big guy to speed up and drive 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 the road.

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

The corpses don't look fresh, they've been dead for at least two days.

For the sake of safety, they decided to choose another place to camp farther away, just as Yun Miao turned around.

"Three...three ya?"

A hoarse and old voice suddenly sounded, startling several people.

Looking around quickly, they finally found an old man with unkempt hair and dirty body behind a big tree.

The old man was black and thin, his clothes had turned into strips of cloth, and his messy hair was all white, covering most of his wrinkled gray 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, and the leg of his trousers was also torn, with a lot of blood stains on it, and 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.

(End of this chapter)