Chapter 62, hatred of iron does not make steel
The moonlight was still so bright, the autumn wind was blowing coldly, and the leaves were swirling and dancing in the moonlight.
The armed policemen were in a heavy mood and silently cleaned up the battlefield.
The sacrificed soldier had been carried to the car alone, and the armed policeman with a broken stomach had lost his breath, and his waist was simply tied up by a piece of clothing to cover the internal organs that had rolled out. The potential fire caused by the battle was anticipated, and the vehicle had prepared fire extinguishing equipment in advance. By this time, all the open flames had been extinguished, the waterwheels were slowly moving away, and the soldiers in a gloomy mood were wandering through the smoky forest, spraying dry ice to extinguish the fire as if they were filling in the gaps.
A few lieutenants sat together and smoked silently while others were tidying up the battlefield.
In the rising smoke, several people looked very ugly.
In fact, from the top to the bottom of the armed police system, and even the entire government officials in Puhai City, no one thought that the mobile division would not be able to deal with a zombie.
Today, almost all the companies of the mobile division have used all the treasures, mortars, rocket launchers, recoilless guns, howitzers, shotguns, anti-materiel sniper rifles, anti-aircraft machine guns, heavy machine guns, and slightly inferior weapons. As a result, in the dense and ferocious artillery fire just now, the green zombie relied on the extremely fast dodge, the strange green light on his body, and the hardness of his own iron, he actually only blew up two ears. It took only one fang, three rockets exploding close to the skin, and countless gunfire to inflict heavy damage on its chest.
After wasting so much manpower and firepower, the results obtained were so small, while on his own side, several soldiers were sacrificed, and even one soldier died extremely tragically, and several lieutenants thought of that scene, and their hands trembled.
They had just learned about the situation, it was a young man who had only turned nineteen years old this year, the only child in the family, who was at the height of his youth, and now he died in the middle of this barren forest, and died so heartbreakingly.
If it is a war era, a human life is not worth mentioning, but this is a time of peace, and the death is so tragic.
Several people unconsciously had red eyes and clenched their teeth together, but then they immediately took two puffs of cigarettes in frustration, and a deep sense of powerlessness swelled up in their hearts.
After several days of day and night reconnaissance and searching, and stationing on the axis, today the encirclement was finally reduced to such a small size, but it ended up in such a situation, several people were silent and did not speak, smoking hard, and the sparks in the shadows were unusually bright.
Chen Qinglang sat on a bluestone not far from them, smoking a cigarette while squinting at the moon in the sky.
Today's moonlight is particularly beautiful, counting the days, it should be the appearance of the fifteenth and sixteenth of the lunar calendar, at this time last year, he should have watched American dramas at home, but now, he appeared in such a place and experienced such a battle that made people's hearts not taste.
Although his eyes are now staring at the moon tightly, what is emerging in front of him is still the scene of the young armed policeman being torn out of his stomach by the green stiff, and the large mass of intestines being pulled out and torn apart, the young man's instant screams, the sudden green tendons on his face, as if he had lost too much blood after surgery, and the fine sweat on his face, now appear in front of his eyes one by one as if rewinding. All the details are carefully enlarged, and all the palpitating scenes become brutal close-ups. When it's all over, the picture freezes on the lifeless and disgraced face.
When the battle was over, Chen Qinglang came back and saw the armed policeman lying quietly on the ground, his young face was full of gray death, his eyes were unwillingly open, and the stinking and hot intestines and internal organs rolled out of his stomach like that, and then he was randomly tied between his faces with dirty old clothes......
The heart was hit hard in an instant, and I couldn't look at it anymore, so I raised my legs and walked farther away, and then I looked up at the moon like this, and the light dazzled my eyes, but the scene still lingered.
Although he was able to repel the green stiff by relying on the physical attack of a talisman, he did not have the slightest excitement in his heart, and his whole person was much lower.
Zhang Peipei sat next to him and watched him, and when he saw that he had smoked five cigarettes in a row and hadn't stopped, he was a little worried: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you behave very well today?"
"Dead. Chen Qinglang's voice was so low that his voice was a little hoarse.
Zhang Peipei felt uncomfortable in his heart, but felt that the dead had nothing to do with Chen Qinglang: "The zombies are too fierce, no one thought of them before." Didn't you pounce on it in time, or you'd have killed more people?"
Chen Qinglang waved his hand, not wanting to speak again.
He was either blaming himself, or simply depressed because of the dead.
It's like every time a battle is fought, there will be people in a daze in the face of the bloody battlefield.
The kind of depression that is dead of the same kind cannot be relieved by a few words of comfort.
Now that the green zombie is running again, it is very difficult to find it again.
After today's battle stimulates his potential, Green Zombie's cultivation and wisdom will definitely be greatly improved. When this monster had no brains at all before, it took several days to investigate when there were clues. Now it has run away without a trace, and its spirituality has been developed again, and the world is so big that it is difficult to find it again.
What's more, what's the use of finding it?
Unless you can trap it, the cannonballs will blast at it, otherwise with its speed, combined with the hardness of the body and the defense of the green light, it will be very difficult to kill it in one go.
After all, it is very mobile, as long as it wants to run, it has no way to chase it.
Thinking that there might be other people who died tragically like that young armed policeman in the future, Chen Qinglang's chest was full of breath.
He always thought that he didn't have the feelings of worrying about the country and the people, but now he knows that it was only because he didn't see the suffering that touched people's hearts.
At the beginning, he protected Jiang Shuqing, and later was forced to be called into a mobile division to protect Zhang Peipei, from beginning to end, what he thought about the most was to protect the people around him, as for killing zombies, in his heart, he belonged to the best that could be done, and it didn't matter if he couldn't do it, anyway, Lao Tzu's cultivation was not high.
But now, his mentality has changed a lot.
He wanted to try to kill the zombies.
Even if the cultivation is low, at least against the zombies, your life will not be in danger, as long as your life is not in danger, there is always a way to kill the green zombie!
He shook it directly, and the cigarette butt suffocated in the palm of his hand.
Zhang Peipei was so frightened that he hurriedly broke his hand: "What are you doing?
After breaking it open, she saw that Chen Qinglang's palms were scorched, and she was immediately anxious, and hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
Chen Qinglang looked at her, and suddenly felt warm in his heart, the last time he was shot and fell to the ground, Jiang Shuqing was also like this.
Without a family, he felt that he was very lonely, that no one in the world would care about him anymore, and that no one would find out if he died on the street one day. Now that I know that there are two beautiful women who care about me so much, the loneliness in my heart has subsided a lot unconsciously.
The depressed mood because of the dead man is also a little lighter.
He smiled at Zhang Peipei "poof": "Brain show funny, I'm invulnerable!"
Zhang Peipei was concerned about it, and he remembered this section after he reminded him, so he quickly threw away his hand, and there were already two red glows hanging on his cheeks.
Then he used complaining to cover up his shyness and embarrassment: "Your brain is just funny, it's okay to burn yourself with a cigarette!"
"It's like it's burning you. Chen Qinglang said softly.
"You ......" Zhang Pei Pei looked at his smiling expression, turned his face to the other side, "Ignore you!"
Shame and annoyance, annoyance and shame, this is the so-called coquettishness, which has great lethality to men.
Chen Qinglang never thought that Zhang Peipei could show this kind of style, which did not match her usual appearance at all.
Now it's showing such a posture.
Just like the plum blossoms that bloom in winter, a touch of red in the snow becomes the most bewitching scenery in the cold.
Chen Qinglang was a little flurging in his heart, but he was a little vigilant in his mind.
This Pei Pei ...... You're not going to like me, are you?
He usually behaves like a piece of wood in front of other women, but in fact his emotional intelligence is not low, but some people are not worthy of his romantic feelings, and he can grasp the subtleties of some words and actions more keenly than most people.
Of course, this means that in a state of absolute calm, his emotional intelligence has completely dropped to zero in front of Jiang Shuqing, he has no intention of Zhang Peipei, and his mind is not wooden when facing her, so now her little daughter-like expression makes him keenly aware of something.
He couldn't believe it.
How could such a girl who has always been cold like herself for no reason?
So he felt that maybe he was being amorous.
It can be seen that lack of self-confidence can sometimes affect the normal functioning of the brain.
Zhang Peipei saw that Chen Qinglang had no sound, turned his head slightly, and then saw him staring at him blankly, thinking about something on his face.
"What are you doing again?" she asked.
Chen Qinglang looked at her delicate face reflected in the moonlight, and that calm expression made him feel that he might indeed be overly careful.
He stood up: "It's nothing, I just think the moonlight is particularly beautiful today." ”
Zhang Peipei looked up at the moon, it was indeed beautiful, and Chen Qinglang did stare at the moon for a long time, but at that time, it didn't look like he was appreciating something beautiful.
She also stood up and asked casually, "The moonlight is beautiful, what do you think I'm doing?"
"You're beautiful too. Chen Qinglang said casually.
Chen Qinglang never hesitates to praise really beautiful people and things, Jiang Shuqing once said that he was flamboyant for this reason.
But it's actually heart-to-heart.
Zhang Peipei's face turned red again by his heart, and he was a little hot, his heart was also crispy, and there was a powerful plopping sound in his chest.
I can't go anywhere.
She stood there, her head looking at the ground, and after soothing her heartbeat, she said in a slightly trembling voice: "You...... Are you serious?"
There was no movement for half a day.
When I looked up, there was no one in front of me, and more than ten steps away, Chen Qinglang was tilting his head and looking at her suspiciously: "Why are you standing stupidly? ”
Zhang Peipei looked around, but no, the battlefield had been cleaned up, and the armed police had already begun to get into the car.
Her face turned even redder and she hurried forward with her head down.
"Look at the road!" Chen Qinglang reminded.
Then Zhang Pei Pei was about to get close to him and suddenly tripped over a stone, Chen Qinglang was on guard and hurriedly stepped forward to support her shoulder. Zhang Peipei's head smashed on his chest, feeling that it was as hard as iron.
When I first heard about Chen Qinglang from Jiang Shuqing, I thought that he was a first-class scholar who was powerless, but now that I think about it, I feel that this and that should be two completely different people.
She hurriedly stood up straight, stretched out her foot and kicked Chen Qinglang's calf hard, and then quickly ran towards the crowd.
Like a frightened rabbit, after taking advantage of the stupid big bad wolf, he jumped and fled timidly.
Chen Qinglang was depressed in the back: "I'm sorry, it's not you who I stumbled." ”
Zhang Peipei's face was hot, his fists were clenched, and he complained softly: "This wood!" There was hatred in his words.
Hate iron does not make steel.