The troops led by Colonel Meng Longwei were scattered by the zombie group, and there are now less than 50 people left, this result makes Meng Longwei sad but helpless, they are all people's soldiers, even if they know that the other party has become an unconscious zombie, but the soldiers can't pull the trigger, as if the gun in their hands is a thousand pounds.

"Commander, take the villagers and withdraw quickly, I'll take it, you guys quickly retreat!" Meng Longwei still remembers what kind of expression was on the face of the last platoon commander, looking at death as if he were home? I don't know, seeing that none of my comrades-in-arms are willing to shoot at zombies who look no different from ordinary people, and watching their comrades-in-arms being torn to pieces by zombies, who can know that kind of feeling.

Closing his eyes, Meng Longwei seemed to have returned to that bleak and terrifying day, in order to survive, in order to save more survivors, the soldiers chose to pick up their guns and fight against this unknown world, but the number of zombies was more and more, overwhelming, the soldiers fought and retreated, in order to cover the other survivors, many soldiers sacrificed their young and precious lives.

Finally retreated to Orange Island, the large army finally found a harbor where they could temporarily breathe, for a while, the bombing of the bridge, the reinforcement of the reinforcement, the continuation of the battle, the army and the people were united, and finally withstood the pressure of countless zombie attacks, and established such a barely decent defensive position.

"Colonel Meng, drink." Zhao Qiang's voice pulled Meng Longwei back from his thoughts, and a large teapot touched his own teapot.

"Drink!" Meng Longwei came to his senses, the stimulation of alcohol made him a little distracted, and finally remembered that he had brought this new man to drink together.

Life on Orange Island is not easy, because it was originally just a park for citizens to take a walk after dinner, there are almost no catering and entertainment facilities in it, fortunately thanks to the existence of the subway construction team, there are still a lot of rice, potatoes and other food in the kitchen of the construction site, otherwise, so many mouths to eat, would have starved to death.

On the small table in front of Meng Longwei and Zhao Qiang, there were a few bottles of ordinary Red Star Erguotou, and a small plate was filled with a few full heads, and Zou Lin accompanied him, filling the wine for the two old men from time to time.

"Brother, my brother is having a hard time here, there is nothing to entertain you, today our brothers are not drunk and will not return." A few bottles of two pots were in his stomach, Meng Longwei was a little lightweight, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time also exploded under the stimulation of alcohol, regardless of the fact that he had only known Zhao Qiang for a long time, and he began to call him brother and brother on the wine table.

"Brother Meng, what do you think this is?" Zhao Qiang doesn't care if he is familiar with it or not, you call me Brother Sheng, I call you Brother Sheng, and when I see the soldier, people don't buy it, put down the wine glass, took out a lot of bottles and cans from the backpack, and after picking and choosing, he took an iron box and threw it into Meng Longwei's arms.

Meng Longwei stared at him, took the iron box, and tried to open his eyes wide to take a look, his hazy drunken eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted with a mouthful of wine: "Luncheon meat!" You kid is not kind, you don't take out good things, let my brother see, what other good things do you have. ”

Zhao Qiang laughed, piled the canned dried meat and other things that he turned out before on the table, and said, "The good things are here, if you can use them, Brother Meng, you can take them." ”

Meng Longwei took the canned luncheon meat, rubbed it for a long time, and finally didn't want to open it, and said with a snort of wine: "Since my brother is generous, then my brother and I will be disrespectful." Meng Longwei put the can on the table and shouted: "Communicator! ”

A childish little warrior immediately ran in from outside the door, as soon as he entered the door, Meng Longwei ordered him to take down a large pile of meat on the table, the little warrior had not seen You Xingzi for many days, this time when he saw so much meat, his eyes suddenly burst into golden light.

"Wait, let's take it and share it with those fellow villagers." Meng Longwei grabbed the messenger who was about to turn around and leave, and instructed.

"This ......" the correspondent swallowed, his eyes fixed on the flesh in his hands, and he looked like he wanted to say something.

Meng Longwei laughed, took out a can of luncheon meat from a pile of cans, and stuffed it into the communicator's arms, "Stinky boy, you are indispensable, there is nothing this, this, that, hurry up and send the things to Lao Tzu." ”

The communicator ran out with a big pile of canned food with a smile on his face, how many days, finally there was meat to eat, and he would take the luncheon meat to Lao Zhang in the kitchen, let him get a big pot of soup out, and eat meat with his comrades at night!

With white noodles and a hot second pot head, Zhao Qiang and Meng Longwei were drinking heartwarmly, when they suddenly heard a sharp alarm outside.

"Not good, there is a situation." Meng Longwei, who was drunk and hazy, and was about to get under the table, got up as soon as he could, grabbed the gun next to him and ran out, how could he still look drunk.

"Give me back my gun!" Zhao Qiang grabbed his clothes and followed Meng Longwei towards the door, Meng Longwei didn't look back, pulled out Zhao Qiang's pistol from his waist, and threw it behind without looking.

Zhao Qiang didn't stop, took the gun, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Meng Longwei loaded the 95 rifle with a loud bang and said, "It's a long story, there are zombies coming in, hurry up." With that, he accelerated and ran in the direction of the bridge.

Meng Longwei can't say it, a bridge over the Xiangjiang River across the Xiangjiang River, flying directly from the middle of the head of Orange Island, the summer is flooded, the water directly floods the Jinshan, there is no water in winter, and the Xiangjiang River can be crossed directly from the dry riverbed, everyone works together, and finally uses the concrete wall to enclose the island a solid, finally don't have to worry about the threat from the ground, but there is no way to the bridge above the head.

The height of a bridge on the Xiangjiang River is as high as a building of seven or eight floors, if ordinary people jump down from it and smash it directly to the ground of Orange Island, even if they don't die, they have to peel off their skin, people with fear of heights dare not stand on the edge of the railing and look down, but those zombies and zombies are not afraid of death, not afraid of pain, the front gate can not enter, these guys gather on the bridge deck to a certain extent, there are one or two unlucky people who are squeezed off the bridge deck, zombies like to follow the group, seeing a zombie fall, the surrounding zombies will also jump down together, It doesn't matter what posture or not, jump if you want to, a little bit on your back, your head hits the ground directly, like a big watermelon, it explodes directly on the cement floor, and the red and white spray all over the ground, if you are lucky, you will be missing arms and legs at most, and those zombies don't care at all when those rotten arms and legs are not their own, and they will shake it twice and rush towards the people who can see it.

This situation, each two or three days on the occurrence of a lot, initially because of the loss of a lot of manpower, and later arranged a special person on duty in this area, once found that the zombies jumped off the bridge on the alarm, gradually, everyone is accustomed to it, ordinary people heard the alarm to hide in the house, the soldiers heard the alarm immediately dispatched, for a time it was all right, but many places on the island are planted very densely, the action is a little slower, the zombies drilled into the woods, the problem is serious.

"Zombies are bungee jumping too." Rushing under the bridge, Zhao Qiang looked at the zombies jumping off the bridge like dumplings, tilted his head, and looked at this magical scene with amazement on his face.

"Don't die!" Meng Longwei desperately dragged Zhao Qiang back, avoiding the area where the zombies were concentrated, "This is not a joke, most of these zombies still have combat effectiveness, and it is very dangerous to get close!" ”

Zhao Qiang smiled slightly, did not argue, and took a few steps back.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Qiang hugged his arms, it had been almost 5 minutes, and the zombies on the bridge had no intention of stopping, "Just watching them jump?" ”

Meng Longwei's face became solemn, in the past, these zombies played bungee jumping, which lasted for three or five minutes at most and then stopped, but now this group of zombies has been playing for almost 10 minutes, and this is gradually starting to thin out.

This time it was troublesome, Meng Longwei clenched the steel gun in his hand, the bullets had already been consumed, so many zombies, if they couldn't withstand it, those ordinary people behind him would ......

"Report!" A non-commissioned officer ran over and saluted.

"Say!" Meng Longwei didn't look back, his eyes were fixed on the zombies who were still struggling on the ground.

"All personnel have entered the predetermined position and are ready to attack." The non-commissioned officer said meticulously, his eyes flickered slightly, "Regiment commander, the brothers don't have much ammunition, I'm afraid this time it's ......"

"Bayonet if you don't have bullets! We are soldiers, soldiers who defend our homes and defend the country, in front of us is the battlefield, behind us are our fathers and fellow villagers, pass my orders, everyone get on the bayonets, ready to charge! Don't let a zombie go! ”

"Yes!" The non-commissioned officer saluted again, turned around and ran away, his eyes were full of determination, knowing that this battle was likely to be the last battle in his life, but he still did not hesitate, and in the process of running, the bayonet was already hanging on the muzzle.