Even if everyone's business is not very proficient, after a period of killing, a large number of zombies have been eliminated by this group of team members.

There are zombie corpses piled up on the snow, dirty blood and flesh are splashed all over the ground, the ground at the gate of the base is a mess, the team members have just finished killing the zombies, they are all so tired that they are panting, and they will probably have to rest for a few minutes before they have the strength to clean up the zombies on the ground and dig crystal nuclei.

The instructor first said: "After the zombies are killed, you have to check yourself to see if there are any wounds." ”

When the team members heard this, their expressions were solemn, and they hurriedly checked their exposed skin, which was a major event that could not be delayed.

Just when everyone thought there was no accident, a medium-sized man said in a trembling voice, "Instructor...... I have a little pain in my neck, is it hurt? ”

That man was an ordinary person named He Qing, and the instructor had specially instructed him when he had just killed the zombies. Now his voice was choked, and he pointed a finger at the place near the Adam's apple on his neck, and looked at the instructor with pleading eyes: "Am I hurt like this?" ”

He Qing's neck was sticky to the same blood that had been sprayed when killing zombies like his face, and the place where his finger was pointing happened to be sticky with blood, so it was impossible to see if there was any injury.

In fact, almost every ordinary person who participates in the killing of zombies is dirty, and their clothes are full of various contents of zombies, and they want to know whether they are injured or not, one way is to feel pain, and the other way is to wipe off the parts of themselves that are not covered by clothes.

Now fortunately, it's winter, and everyone almost wraps themselves tightly in thick clothes, and if possible, they will wear gloves, so the chance of being scratched by zombies is not great, but it is a little troublesome when washing clothes.

He Qing's clothes were not high-collared, and he didn't wear a scarf, so his neck was exposed, and now he felt that his neck was scratched by zombies, which was very likely.

The instructor listened to his words, his face was solemn, he bent down and grabbed a handful of white snow from the clean snow on the side, and wiped it off He Qing's neck.

The white snow quickly wiped all the blood stains on He Qing's neck, and the instructor took a closer look, and sure enough, there was a small scratch two centimeters long near his Adam's apple, and there were already faint signs of black near the scratch.

The people around also saw this wound clearly, and everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath, and involuntarily retreated out, away from He Qing.

He Qing immediately understood, his eyes were red, and the blood on his face couldn't hide his despair, he asked in a panic: "Sure enough, he was scratched, wasn't it?!" He ignored the dirt on his face, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed silently, for he was not a saint at a time when he was about to die, and he must have been terrified, which was also human nature.

The instructor didn't care about comforting him, but just asked the team members who had checked that they had no problems to enter the base first, while he and He Qing stayed outside and waited for rescue.

Although the team members who had examined themselves and had no wounds were very sympathetic to He Qing, they knew that they couldn't help him, so they followed the other guard into the base very quietly, after all, their companions had suffered such a sad thing, as long as normal people would have something to hurt them.

After entering the base, the team members waited silently, waiting for the inspectors to confirm that they were really not scratched by zombies before they could be free to disband.

The instructor instructed the guards to quickly notify the logistics medical team to come over, and stayed behind to guard He Qing, who was already dying.

"Instructor, I don't want to die yet...... Why was I scratched? I've always been lucky......" He Qing muttered, his eyes glazed over, although his face was still bloody, he didn't care about anything anymore.

The instructor was also a little sad, although he had seen many of his companions injured or even killed, but every time it was not uncomfortable, he had to comfort him: "Now that the temperature is low, the virus will not spread so fast, and when the medical team comes, there will be a way." ”

"There's no way, I haven't heard of anyone who is infected by the zombie virus and can still live...... But I really don't want to die......" He Qing cried as he spoke, and a big man was crying, which made people sad to listen to.

When the instructor heard him say this, he always felt that he was not right, but what was wrong? No one can survive the zombie virus? No one? Can't live?

Suddenly, the instructor's eyes lit up, he excitedly reached out and patted He Qing's shoulder, and said happily: "You can live!" Someone has been infected and saved! ”

He Qing suddenly stared at the instructor with blazing eyes, as if his soul flew back to his body at once, and his whole spirit was shocked, and he asked excitedly: "Really?" And saved? ”

"Of course! I've seen it with my own eyes! The instructor hurriedly affirmed that he remembered that Wen Luming had saved a man who had been scratched by a zombie crow on the way to the mission he had participated in before winter.

He was at the scene at the time, and he saw with his own eyes how Wen Luming saved the man who everyone thought was certain to die.

The instructor turned around sharply, and he said, "I'm going to find her!" ”

He Qing recovered from the great sorrow and joy, and hurriedly said to the instructor: "Then please!" I'll stay here and wait! ”

As a result, before the instructor asked the guards to open the gate, he saw three people come out of the gate, no, a man and a woman, and the man was holding a round child.

"Captain! Sister Deer! The instructor exclaimed in surprise, "Do you know this?" ”

Wang Wenyu nodded, and Wen Luming took out a basin of water, poured a basin of hot water, looked at He Qing and said, "You clean yourself up first." ”

Wen Luming felt that the hot water and basin had become special tools for him to save people.

He Qing saw that Wen Luming was a young girl, looking clean and refreshing, but she was too young, not like someone who could save people from the zombie virus.

But before he could ask his questions, he saw Wen Luming take out the basin out of thin air and the hot water poured out of thin air, and immediately understood that she was a person with multiple abilities, and his heart was both admired and envious, but he also knew that this girl's ability should not be underestimated, and after thinking about this, the hope in his heart that he could survive suddenly increased a little.

He Qing thanked him playfully, and cleaned his neck, face and hands with hot water, and the originally clear hot water in the basin suddenly became muddy and dirty.

He Qing's wound is very small, plus the weather is cold and low, so the zombie virus spreads relatively slowly, He Qing's actions are not a big problem for the time being, and there is no need to worry that he will soon become a zombie. (To be continued.) )