Quintes and Kleist stood in the grass with guns in their hands as Miller pointed them in the direction with a flashlight. The grass was rustling over there, and there was no doubt that the zombies were doing it.

"Shoot! Quick—" Quunjes gave the order, and he and Kleist were the first to shoot: Bang!

Bullets whizzed out of the chamber of the gun, passed through the dense grass, and hit the zombies.

After firing continuously for seven or eight seconds, Quunjes quickly pulled out the magazine and replaced it.

The unique screams of the zombies mingled with the sound of gunshots, waking up the mysterious year of lying on the ground. Qian Nian opened his hazy eyes, he breathed in the heavy air, and felt a smell of blood in his throat.

"Ahh

One of the fierce zombies roared and rushed out. Its burly body, with a large blood-colored eyeball on its belly, looks even more terrifying.

Quintes didn't have time to load the magazine, and at the last moment, he threw himself into the grass to the side.

The zombie was facing Kleist, and Kleist didn't dodge, even though Miller behind him shouted to no avail.

I saw that his eyes tightened, and then his fingers quickly pulled the trigger and opened fire.

The big eyeball on the belly of the monster hit by the bullet was bleeding red, and it howled in the air. Then, it began to back away, shielding its large eyeball with its thick arms.

After the bullets were gone, Kleist shouted back at Miller, "No bullets!" ”

And Quunjes, who heard this on the side, was just finishing changing the magazine at this time. Standing up, he raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger, and continued to fight off the terrifying monster.

Hmmm――

"Ahh

Quintes just felt the light of the white flowers behind him flicker, and there was a "click" sound.

Looking back, a zombie pounced on Miller out of nowhere and knocked Miller to the ground, trying to bite Miller with its fangs. Miller smashed its head with his fist, pinched its chin and rolled it in a circle.

"Miller!" Kleist hurriedly gathered around and picked up the overturned flashlight on the ground to take a photo.

As soon as he turned, the white light of the flashlight "tom" into Quunjes's eyes, plunging his eyes into a haze.

"Don't shine on people!" Quenjes turned his head to one side as he walked briskly in Miller's direction.

Kleist hurriedly turned the light of the flashlight to look at it, he didn't mean to, but was in a panic and anxious to find someone, which gave him a little comfort in the fear of the night.

"Bang!" In a panic, Quunjes fired a shot down with trembling hands.

The bullet grazed Miller's cheek, striking the zombie's head and bursting through the hole.

The zombies stopped going berserk and their heads sank. Miller gasped and pushed the zombie's body aside.

He lay on the ground, one hand over his chest, and after a brief moment of calm, he realized that he was still alive.

"Are you alright, Ledson?" Kleist crouched down and shone a flashlight on his lap.

"I'm fine." Miller responded to him.

"It was so hanging, I thought I killed it by mistake, you know? I'm sorry, brother......" Quintes walked over with a pale face, and he gave Miller a hand, and Ramiller stood up.

"It's okay, I've always believed in the battalion commander's marksmanship, and you saved my life just now."

Miller barely stood up, he was so frightened by the "whoosh" of the bullet that he just now, his legs still trembling.

Quintes smiled guiltily.

"Help, help...... Ahem......"

In the grass, there was a faint cry for help. After only a few minutes on the ground, his legs and fingers froze.

The nights in the Laimi Plain are too cold.

Everyone suddenly turned their heads to look at the grass on the side as if they were thinking of something, and the voice was very loud, and the person calling for help was probably nearby.

Soon, Quunjes noticed a clump of flowers pressed against the edge of the grass, like shoes.

He frowned, pointed to the place, and asked Kleist, who was wielding a flashlight, to shine there, and walked over to take a look at the grass over there.

Suddenly, the one lying on the ground was the one who called for help: Nian Qian.

"I've found him, he's still alive!" Quintes looked back to the two of them in surprise and surprise, and then looked back at the man who was dressed exaggeratedly and beautifully.

The year of the sham looks painful. With his handsome face and a grass-cut red mark on his cheeks, he looked like a young man in his early 20s.

"Count this kid as a big life." Kleist put his hand on Miller's shoulder and said to the threat.

Qian Nian heard the conversation and laughter of several people in his dim consciousness, and he didn't know why his head became heavy.

Once he opened his eyes and felt himself being carried on his back. He heard the sound of conversation:

"This is a wild boy, isn't it?"

"Anyway, we can't throw him away, it's too pitiful."

"Battalion commander, this kid doesn't look like a righteous person no matter how you look at it. Do you see his hairstyle? Yes? is still wearing bells and whistles, isn't this dress what it's called...... Second-rate? Yes? ”

"Eh, you can't say that......"

What else they said, I can't remember it. He lay on the back of Kunjes, who was carrying him back, dizzy, and sick from the wind.

The next day.

When Qian Nian woke up, he found himself in a spacious house. The sunlight streaming in through the window, and the chirping of birds on the branches outside the window.

It's quiet and cozy, like you're in heaven.

"This ......" Qian Nian was just about to speak, but suddenly a tingling sensation hit his head, so he had to stop spitting.

"Eh, uncle, I'...... What happened last night? Shen Nian whispered so that his head stopped aching. He felt that something was blocked inside, and it was good to dredge it out.

Qian Nian blinked, looking at the grid pattern printed on the quilt, thinking about what happened last night.

But at this moment, the door suddenly "clicked", and he was shaken.

[To be continued]