At the entrance of Muanti Town, the Tulang troops assembled.

The first sequence is our Tulang regiment, numbering 1,200 people, under the jurisdiction of three brigades, composed of two generations of middle and young generations, the main weapons are steel forged long knives, steel rods and spears, the regiment commander Ran Zhiguo, and the supervisor Jiagen.

The second sequence is our second regiment of the Tulang tribe, with a number of 1,100 people, under the jurisdiction of three brigades, composed of two generations of middle and young generations, the main weapons are steel forged long knives, steel rods and spears, the regiment commander Ran first, and the supervisor An Meng.

The third sequence is our three regiments of the Tulang tribe, with a number of 1,100 people, under the jurisdiction of three brigades, composed of two generations of middle and young people, the main weapons are steel forged long knives, steel rods and spears, the regiment commander Ran Ke, and the supervisor Wenkang.

The fourth sequence is our Tulang guard battalion, with a number of 400 people, under the jurisdiction of three teams, composed of two generations of middle and young people, the main weapons are self-made muskets, steel forged long knives, captain Ran Jun, deputy captain Ran Feng, captain Huanhuan, captain Scoop, captain Mao Dove.

The fifth sequence is our Tulang death squad, with a number of 500 people, composed of two generations of middle and young people, and the main weapons are homemade muskets, daggers, short knives, captain monks, and deputy captain starlings.

The fifth sequence is our Tulang Clan Cooking Regiment, with a number of 2,000 people, under the jurisdiction of seven brigades, composed of old men and women over sixty years old, the main weapon is a kitchen knife, and the second uncle of the regiment is Ran Longyu.

The sixth sequence is composed of three thousand young women and minor children of our Tulang tribe, and the main weapons are sticks and books.

The seventh sequence is our Tulang Clan's Comprehensive Weapons Department, Medical Department, and Education Department, with a number of 1,500 people, and the main weapons are hammers, scalpels, and righteousness, and the ministers are Ran Yongtie, Wu Liang, and Ran Longxian.

The eighth, ninth, and tenth sequences are the fourth, fifth, and sixth regiments of our Tulang tribe, with the number of 1,100 people, 1,000 people, and 1,200 people respectively, composed of two generations of middle and young people, the main weapons are steel forged long knives, steel rods and spears, the regiment commanders are Ran Lian, Ran Ziwei, and Ran Long, and the supervisors are Liu Bing, Li Xiong, and Liu Wei.

"I want to protect a group of people, and I just want to give this group of people a good ending." Ran Xiong made a final speech before the expedition, "Next, our goal is to capture the county town along the river, which has 80,000 to 90,000, or even a lot more zombies, which is several times the number of our entire clan!" Tell me, are you afraid? ”

"Don't be afraid! Unafraid! ”

"Don't be afraid!" Everyone clenched their right fists and threw their fists into the sky.

"Well, it's time to put our training to the test! Still, I have to be a word of caution, be smart on the battlefield! And it's not enough to be smart, you have to be the smartest! ”

"Okay, I announce: Sacrifice the flag!"

On the side, a large banner printed with "Tulang Clan" was carried out.

Dear Boss Xu, oh, no, it's the zombie Xu who was slowly lowered from the gate of the town.

He has long lost his original elegance and easy-goingness, his face is full of ulcers, abscesses, his body is covered with maggots, his whole body is convulsed as if he is spasmed, and his mouth is still spitting black liquid, I don't know if it is blood or saliva, or honey? It just looks like some liquid is thick.

However, despite being hung for more than three months, he still did not die, and even became fierce and inexplicable, which was daunting.

Oh, it's not right, it's not true, zombies are immortal in the first place, and no one knows why.

"Xiaofu, give." Ran Xiong gave Xiao Ran Fu a pistol.

Xiao Ranfu, who was still full of childishness, took the pistol without hesitation, he must have been unstable in the past, but after a long time of training, a gun was nothing in his hand.

It's just that Xiao Ranfu, who was holding the pistol, still trembled with his hands, facing the zombie in front of him for the first time, so ugly, and extremely uncomfortable, it was hard to imagine that this was Uncle Xu in his mouth before.

Strangeness, disgusting, and even fear filled Xiao Ranfu's young heart.

The gun is a May Fourth pistol, although it is a year old, but Ran Xiong is very well maintained.

"Bang ......"

Six shots in a row, none of which hit.

Xiao Ranfu opened his eyes, full of disbelief, only a meter away, not to mention hitting the head, there was not even a gun hole on his body.

Angry, angry, irritable.

Xiao Ranfu looked at the people around him at the moment, he even felt the ridicule of the crowd, what a damn feeling, and how should the little brothers in the class who believed in him think of him.

A dagger pinned to his waist was drawn, a symbol of his honor and the most valuable gift he had ever received in the last days.

So, Xiao Ranfu did not hesitate, rushed out with an arrow step, and rushed over at the zombies who were still screaming and frantically opening their mouths to bite themselves.

Steady and ruthless, he stabbed at the eye socket of the lost Xu, hit both eyes, and the tip of the knife pierced the zombie's head. The knife worked, and the loss of Xu no longer moved, no longer screamed, and the pitch-black liquid in his mouth stopped falling.

Neatly pulling out the dagger, Xiao Ranfu walked to the big flag printed with "Tulang Clan", and used the flag cloth to carefully and gently wipe the dagger.

In the sunlight, the edge of the dagger reappeared, shining with a different light.

Seeing this, everyone dragged the final body of the zombie Xu aside.

It's just that the mottled logo at the entrance of the town has been so vicissitudes of life by the wind and rain at some point.

It seems that when they were alive, people did not face up to the fact that the places they lived in were so old, and even some street lights were no longer bright.

But who broke his heart for the passage of time, who stopped and admitted that I had no regrets for living, and who told himself that he left because he didn't love deeply?

Holding a handful of dirt, Ran Xiong ate quietly.

Every day, the sun rises again, but people don't know if it will come back.

The clansmen will also cry and laugh, but how can they be willing to stain their eyes, this will only slowly heal the wounds of leaving, and this will only comfort the hearts in memories.

Hope, this place, is the eternal incense in the mind, no matter how turbulent he is, no matter how painful he is.

Unconsciously, everyone picked up a handful of dirt and ate it one by one.

"Tulang Clan!"

Clench your right fist and swing it to the sky.

"There's so much chilling going on in the world."

"We can't be great, we can only do small things with great love. But if you can be a light, you can illuminate the people around you, and if the people around you are illuminated, you can be illuminated yourself. ”