"Governor, that guy Fang Tuo didn't follow the plan, and directly let the people below drop incendiary bombs."

In a camp not far from the combat area, a young communicator-like man said to the middle-aged man in the room.

"I know about this matter, you let the brothers on the other side of the treasury work harder, and you have to get through tonight anyway."

"However, there will be a lot of casualties in this case."

The middle-aged man known as the Governor raised his head for the first time, looked at the signal soldiers, frowned unhappily and said:

"I know."

The young signal soldier opened his mouth, gave a final salute and left the governor's office.

"Damn."

After walking out of the office, the young man slammed his fist into the wall next to him, filled with anger.

"In order to enter that inexplicable place, the lives of the brothers are not worth anything, right?"

"It seems that many of the brothers below have opinions."

After watching the correspondent go out, the secretary sitting on the sofa next to him said. Although she is already the age of a middle-aged woman, her exquisite dress still makes the lady reveal a sense of intellectuality and ability.

"In this city, it's not up to us to have the final say, the reason why we have been able to exist for so long is because we are low-key enough, even if we search for supplies, we rarely have large-scale conflicts with the walking corpses, but this operation has pushed us to the point where there is no way out, Fang Tuo knows this better than anyone, no one is better than him in this regard, I trust his judgment."

After speaking, the governor lowered his head again and looked at the document in his hand, and the secretary on the side did not continue to speak, but looked at the smoke from a distance, and a sense of unease lingered in his heart. Did the predecessors have their own tension before starting a war? For the unknown future, the decision made by my side is a bit too bold.

After more than a month of silence, the horn of war was finally sounded on his side. And you will be a witness to all this.

At the same time, on the outskirts of Qining City, a convoy was moving at high speed. It has been four days since I left Qingdao, and although the speed of rushing out of the city has been significantly accelerated, compared with the pre-apocalyptic times, it can still be described as turtle speed.

After four days of traveling, all three cars except for the master's Suzuki Hayabusa became dilapidated. Among them, the Alpha seven-person car driven by Hitomi is the worst, and it has reached the point where it can't be done without changing the car.

"It's really troublesome, but the nearest city is a provincial capital, which is a big city with a population of eight million."

Cheng Ming drove the RV while complaining that it was too dangerous to enter the city.

Even Yue Xian on the side frowned. Indeed, as a provincial capital, the degree of danger in Qining can be said to be on the same level as Qingdao.

With a population of nearly 10 million, the entire city turned into purgatory at the dawn of the end times. All the people were abandoned by the gods, and they struggled to escape from the city.

"Don't rush over all at once, take a look at the surrounding area first, if it really doesn't work, I'll go in with the master and see if we can find a car to come out."

When Yue Xian was talking about his plan on the walkie-talkie, the Hummer H2 at the front suddenly made a sharp turn, causing Cheng Ming to directly step on the brakes.

"I ......"

Before he could exclaim, Yue Xian, who was almost thrown out, stabilized with the help of Xiao Zhende. This was followed by a "bump" and a powerful impact. At this time, even Joan of Arc herself hit the car window with Yue Xian in her arms.

The reinforced glass was directly filled with snowflake cracks. Hitomi's car behind obviously didn't react immediately, or used the accelerator as a brake.

Anyway, the teenager in the RV was directly mixed up under the violent installation.

At the front of the convoy, Lin Le's sharp turn was due to an injured bald head suddenly rushing towards him.

Although he made a sharp turn as soon as he found it, the crisp sound also signaled the result.

After stopping the car, Lin Le directly loosened his seat belt and ran down, and hurriedly began to look for it.

"No, how can there be a bald head running around the street."

Worried, he ran out of the car, but the scene he saw made Lin Le's hair stand upside down. Not to mention the crisp crash sound, even the vibration of the car Lin Le felt it, it should have really hit this bald head, but now, this bald head is standing at the back of the Humvee car, looking at himself with a smile.

The Humvee's body, on the other hand, was dented after impact. The Humvees, which are known for their defensive power, have been knocked out of shape, but this bald head can be said to have not added any new scars.

"Wang!"

Almost at the same time, the watermelon jumped directly from the Humvee, and immediately locked onto the strange bald head.

"That's the walking corpse."

In the RV, Joan of Arc made a judgment directly.

"The Walking Dead? But it looks almost exactly like a human. ”

No one paid attention to Yue Xian's brain hole, Xiao Zhende and Hassan got out of the car directly as soon as possible and supported the watermelon standing at the front. The bald walking corpse looked around at the few people who got out of the car with that cold gaze.

And at this time, Yue Xian also noticed the special feature of the bald walking corpse. The scars on those bodies were not ordinary marks. It's a bit like the marks left by a burn, and although the flesh is constantly repairing, the wound that seems to have been pierced by a beam of light will not heal.