In March, Changsha is an inland city, and spring comes early every year, but the sky is always gloomy, and occasionally a few gray snowflakes will fall, and the cold wind does not stop for a moment.

Huanghua International Airport used to be full of people, all kinds of vehicles flow endlessly, outside the towering wall, there are wandering zombies everywhere, the cold wind is cold, and the strange and terrifying zombies surround the airport wall, refusing to disperse for a long time.

Inside the walls, it's a different story. On the runway, the lively scene of a plane taking off and landing every few minutes in the past is gone, various types of passenger planes are parked in a disorderly manner, there is a wreckage at the end of the runway, the fire has long been extinguished, and the blackened fuselage has long been unable to see that it belongs to the airline. The walls around the airport are followed by three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, and the soldiers in 07-style training uniforms are holding guns, and their tired eyes are firmly staring at every move outside the wall, not daring to relax at any time, and the soldiers will stomp their feet from time to time to let the frozen body recover.

The waiting hall of the airport is crowded with survivors who have taken refuge, and the haggard adults are huddled in groups of three or five, snuggling up to each other to keep warm, they have long had no strength to complain about the cold weather, compared to the outside where there are zombies everywhere, the waiting hall is simply heaven when the wind does not blow and the rain does not rain.

The children have also lost the noise of the past, and they have long lost their strength with yellow and thin muscles, and they snuggle up in their parents' arms one by one, their flickering eyes full of despair.

All the shop fronts in the terminal building have been requisitioned, dozens of young men and women are busy in different kitchens, the big steamer has been turned out, the fire on the stove is burning, the steamer is steaming hot, the master in charge of the spoon keeps stirring the big spoon in the pot, and the hundreds of refugees in the airport are barely surviving on the dozen or so pots and the food they find in the commissary.

On the radio, a sweet female voice came out: "Citizens and friends, please note that today's lunch has been prepared, please follow your respective number plates, go to the corresponding window to get it, please consciously maintain the order in the hall, parents with children, please take care of their children, thank you for your cooperation." ”

The radio was played twice, and the hall suddenly became more chaotic, people turned out their lunch boxes from their luggage, stood up and walked towards their respective destinations, and the parents also hugged their children tightly, for fear that the children would have some accidents in the chaos, several heavily armed soldiers patrolled back and forth with guns, but it was not too chaotic, lunch was very simple, a bowl of porridge per person, a spoonful of pickles from the old godmother or something.

No one complained, there were a few thorns who were dissatisfied with such a military management system, threw their bowls and ran out to make trouble, but as soon as they jumped out and didn't jump twice, they were dragged down by heavily armed soldiers and shot directly, and since then, no one has dared to object.

The voice on the radio belonged to a woman who Zhao Qiang was thinking about, Peng Sha, for so many days, Peng Sha always sat alone on the control tower, her eyes always staring at the direction of the city. In order to be the first to know the news from the outside world, Peng Sha took the initiative to assume the role of a broadcaster and engaged in boring scheduling work every day.

In front of Peng Sha's eyes, the situation of the day of the retreat always appeared, the soldiers had already run out of ammunition and food, and there were dozens of unarmed ordinary survivors including themselves who needed protection, with the strength of the soldiers, if they abandoned everyone and broke through with all their might, I believe that the vast majority of people could break through smoothly.

In order to take care of everyone, the soldiers reluctantly chose the most primitive way to break through, the bullets ran out, and the soldiers used bayonets and daggers to meet the roaring zombie army, many soldiers in order to make the large army can break through smoothly, a person screamed and rushed into the zombie group. Those desperate screams still seemed to echo in Pensha's ears.

Is he okay? Peng Sha fell into contemplation, sitting on the tower every day, Peng Sha would always fall into such contemplation, I heard Uncle Wang say before, Zhao Qiang and a master together, safety should be guaranteed, but after such a long time, there is no news of Zhao Qiang, on the way to retreat, one after another encountered a lot of rescue teams, and there are more and more survivors, but Zhao Qiang has not been found after looking through.

How did Peng Sha know that Zhao Qiang's main target in order to find more survivors was the urban area, although the prison and Huanghua Airport were not very far away, but Peng Sha's side was already stretched thin for the defense of the airport, how could he still have the strength to send a search team to search for the whereabouts of an ordinary person, Zhao Qiang's search direction happened to be the opposite of the airport, so the two sides have never intersected.

Peng Sha has never given up hope, he will come back, he will definitely come back to pick me up, with this belief, Peng Sha did not hesitate to undertake the boring scheduling task in the airport, sitting on the high tower every day, looking at the city, every move in the airport can also be seen, and any news can be received as soon as possible.

"It's time to eat." A middle-aged man's voice interrupted Pensha's musings.

Peng Sha hurriedly wiped away the tears that appeared in the corners of her eyes, got up and turned around, and said, "Uncle Wang, you are here." ”

Uncle Wang's name is Wang Baoquan, he was the one who led the rescue team to rescue Peng Sha before, this middle-aged soldier is the highest-ranking person in the airport, in front of this girl who is about the same grade as his daughter, Wang Baoquan has no frame at all, and is kind like a father: "Well, sit down, are you thinking about him again?" ”

Pensa nodded and sat back in her seat, her head down and not speaking, her face full of anxiety.

Wang Baoquan stood aside, staring out the window and said, "Don't worry, he will be fine, I believe in my vision." As a veteran, Wang Baoquan can be said to have read countless people, and that day was just a glimpse from the telescope, and Zhao Qiang's skills still left a deep impression on him.

"But ......"

"It's nothing, Xiao Peng, hurry up and eat, I'm here here." Wang Baoquan interrupted Peng Sha's words, and the more Wang Baoquan looked at this strong girl, the more he appreciated it.

Peng Sha didn't say anything, stood up and walked outside, but after walking two steps, she suddenly pricked up her ears as if she was listening to something, and after listening carefully for a while, Peng Sha suddenly shouted: "Uncle Wang, did you hear it?" ”

Wang Baoquan's grade is a little older, his ears are not as good as those of young people, he listened for a while and did not find anything abnormal, and was about to speak, Peng Sha opened a window, and the cold wind suddenly got into this small tower, and with the cold wind came in, there was a faint sound of gunfire.