I am in the last days, I can connect to reality

Qin Zhong said nothing, but just looked at these people with a cold expression, watching their ugly appearances before their death, and behind him stood the two women.

The injured wrists of the two women have been bandaged. The fact that they dared to cut their wrists with a dagger has proved that they are truly repentant.

In this case, Qin Zhong is willing to give them a chance to correct themselves. After all, as the woman said, all this was not entirely her fault!

If I really have to say whose fault it is, it can only be said that it is this fucking apocalypse!

In other words, he is the culprit that caused this disaster!

The high fire for cooking porridge has been reduced to a low fire. The thick rice porridge has been cooked long ago, but Qin Zhong did not order it to be distributed to the survivors who gathered in the camp.

The reason why the meal was not served was because Qin Zhong wanted to let these survivors eat some appetizers before the meal so that they could enjoy a visual feast!

It is also a serious warning against the evil act of cannibalism!

Hundreds of emaciated survivors, arranged by the soldiers, gathered and stood in an open space, each stretching their necks to look forward.

About ten meters in front of them were those unlucky guys waiting to be shot!

Although these survivors were growling with hunger, it did not affect their interest in watching the killing!

For example, a famous Chinese writer described in detail the "Caishikou Murder" and "Human Blood Steamed Buns" that happened more than a hundred years ago in a collection of short stories he wrote.

More than a hundred years later, these Chinese people still love to watch the excitement of killing!

The guys waiting to be shot were asked to kneel on the ground, and behind them were soldiers with loaded rifles.

"Bang bang bang..."

After announcing these people's crimes of cannibalism, Zhou Luosen gave the order, and the black muzzles of guns were pointed at the backs of these people's heads...

After a burst of gunfire, the crowd dispersed, and the big iron pot for cooking porridge was surrounded by people who came from the execution ground.

Everyone stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks, and looked at the milky white rice porridge in the big pot. Everyone smelled the fragrance of the rice porridge and kept swallowing their saliva.

Although these survivors, with pale faces, thin bodies and ragged clothes, were all very anxious, they were all silent as they gathered around the big pot. No one whispered to each other, and no one looked around.

They were waiting, waiting for the order to eat.

Soon, soldiers as ferocious as wolves and tigers, holding the butts of their rifles, broke up the crowd that had gathered together, and ordered both men and women to stand in a line.

Seeing these ferocious soldiers magically lining up these hungry survivors in a row, with the width in front and back being exactly the same, Qin Zhong was speechless!

At this moment, the soldier holding the pot and spoon was like a judge with the power of life and death. He shouted loudly and took one of the large bowls in the basket in his hand.

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge from the pot with the iron spoon in his right hand, poured it into the bowl in his left hand, and handed it to the survivor who was standing in front of the pot, staring at the remaining porridge in the spoon.

The survivor quickly took the bowl with both hands, turned around and walked away with profuse gratitude. The person standing behind him, fearing that someone would cut in line, stepped over to his position the moment he turned around.

No matter how scorching the flames under the cauldron were, his two cloudy eyes stared fixedly at the big iron spoon stirring in the cauldron.

……

On the other side, the man holding the bowl of porridge looked carefully at the road under his feet, holding the sides of the two bowls tightly with both hands, and occasionally scanning the surroundings with vigilant eyes to see if anyone would bump into him, for he was afraid of spilling a drop.

Just as he was walking forward with his head down, a rough voice called him.

The survivor was so frightened that he shuddered and almost dropped the bowl in his hand. In a panic, he hugged the bowl to his chest and looked at the person who was shouting at him.

He saw a young soldier with a rifle on his back, smiling at him heartlessly, then took out a sausage from his backpack and threw it to him.

The sausage rolled in the air and fell towards the survivor. He wanted to catch it, but he was holding a big bowl in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know what to do!

"puff……"

The sausage was rolling on the ground. The survivor walked forward with a happy smile, bent down and picked up the sausage with a dirty surface from the ground.

After that, the survivor did not forget to bow to the soldier who threw the sausage, wiped the skin of the sausage on his clothes lightly, quickly tore it open, and took a delicious bite.

The wonderful feeling in his mouth made the survivor's eyes narrow. It was really... too delicious!

Those who have never been hungry don’t know that feeling is not something a human can endure. Those who have truly experienced the despairing hunger and the burning feeling in their stomach have no dignity!

In their hearts and minds, there is only one word, "food"!

Not to mention that the ham sausage has a layer of casing outside. Even if it didn't, the survivor would eat it eagerly, not for anything else, just for one thing, it is food, the treasure that can keep him alive!

The soldier who threw the sausage seemed to enjoy the pleasure of being superior to others!

Looking at the survivors holding porridge, each of them held a bowl of porridge as if they were holding a bomb. Seeing their cautious look, the soldier wanted to tease them.

He was trapped in a large warehouse in the apocalypse. Because there was plenty of food in the warehouse, he had never been hungry since the apocalypse. Naturally, he didn't know what the mentality of these starving people was towards food.

The young soldier found it particularly amusing to see these people treating food with more respect than they did their ancestral tablets!

He kept throwing the sausages in his bag into the air and onto the ground. Seeing those cautious survivors picking up the sausages and thanking him, he felt very happy and accomplished.

This time, he saw two people walking towards him at the same time. He grabbed three sausages at a time and threw them at them, wanting to see if they would fight.

Two men were walking on the road, carrying white porridge carefully. Three sausages fell at their feet. The two men stopped and looked at the sausages at their feet, both of them were a little surprised!

After they glanced at the soldiers not far away, one of them looked very dirty, so dirty that his features were barely visible. He stepped over the sausages with porridge in his hand and walked forward. The other man picked up three sausages and followed the man in front.

"Hold!"

The young soldier felt unhappy when he saw this scene. They were all survivors, so why was there such a big difference between them? Could it be that there are really noble beggars who refuse to eat food given out of pity?

"Damn it, you're worse off than a beggar, why are you pretending to be so great..."

The young soldier cursed angrily, took out a sausage and threw it out fiercely. The sausage brushed past a new survivor and flew far away. The man had seen the sausage being picked up and had been waiting here.

Seeing the sausage flying away, he suddenly became anxious and chased after the sausage.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing this scene, the young soldier's previous frustration was amused by the man's somewhat embarrassed appearance, and he couldn't help but laugh happily.

Unexpectedly, joy turned to sorrow. Just when he was halfway laughing, a big foot kicked him hard on the butt.

The kick was so powerful that the young soldier was kicked into the air, his body tumbling in the air, and fell not far away just like the sausage he had thrown out before.