Chapter 105: Tragedy and War

Translator:

_Min_

Editor:

Rundi

Blood.

And the hideous words and drawings written by blood.

“Gang, I am sorry for your loss. You are a good man. Why don’t you come to our place?” The middle-aged man with a buzz cut sighed, walked over to Zhao Gang and put his hand on his shoulder as he softly comforted him.

His name was Ma Zhongchen. Zhao Gang and him were in the same firing spot in the battle. No one expected for a celebratory moment to become a pitiful sight.

The gloom of blood covered this triumphant victory, just like a bucket of cold water dumped on top of every survivor’s face.

“I, I am going to kill them!” Zhao Gang, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up abruptly as he lifted his rifle with viciousness.

“Calm! Take it easy, don’t overreact!”

“What can you do as just one person? Take his gun away.”

A few of the survivors close to him immediately dragged him down, and put their hands on the safety before stripping him of the weapon. The situation suddenly turned messy.

Zhao Baodong’s hand became numb. Cold sweat began to roll down his forehead as he stood by the side. Several others were similar to him. The pitiful situation made everyone’s heart tremble with fear.

Who can promise this won’t happen in their homes? The locusts, like bandits, were not picky eaters.

On the wasteland, the most frightening creature was not the zombie, nor mutants like the Death Claw.

It was the bandits who raided your home.

Even the weak survivor groups, as long as they avoided contact with mutants and weren’t wandering in the night, they would be able to avoid most dangers. But for the bandits that preyed on humans, any survival technique was futile.

If they lost, the men would be killed, the women captured, and the food cl