Before dawn, a messenger knocked on the door three times from room to room, and the crisp sound echoed in the hallway. It was known to all that this was a sign of action. I didn't dare to delay at the moment, I got up one after another, hurriedly got dressed, grabbed a gun, ran downstairs to eat in the cafeteria, and according to the order, I had to gather in front of the building on time at six o'clock.

At six o'clock, the sky was slightly bright, and the cold was seeping to the bones. The reconnaissance battalion was also assembled, and the more than 700 people had resolute faces and tall postures, like an iron plate, oozing with a trace of bloodthirsty murderous intent.

Li Feipeng glanced at the neat and majestic team with satisfaction, then turned his head and sat down in the open-top jeep, picked up the horn, and ordered in a slightly lazy voice: "Go!" ”

Hearing the order, the team was like a pine in the forest, swaying and spreading out in waves, running forward in a row, and the neat and consistent footsteps of the ground echoed around like thunder, attracting the attention of many morning exercise officers.

The fourth company was arranged on the left side, the fifth company in the middle, and the sixth company on the right flank, while the second platoon, which belonged to the fourth company, was assigned to the outside of the tail of the team, which was equivalent to the left ankle on the person, and the position was quite awkward.

The soldiers who can enter the reconnaissance battalion are naturally elite, and in order to ensure that the task is well completed in the past few days, the division headquarters has specially ordered to improve the food, and allocated a cart of rice and dozens of catties of meat. So everyone is now even more energetic, keeping the queue rushing towards the destination. At this moment, the sky is just dawning, and there are a few wandering zombies on the road, but once they are discovered, they are stabbed to death by the sharp-headed soldiers with a small knife, and along the way, except for the dull footsteps, there is no sound of it, and the progress is very smooth.

Time passed minute by minute, the sun gradually rose, the glow was dazzling, the weather that was still slightly chilly became warmer, and the high-intensity exercise made many soldiers take off their coats, and even more, seeing that the commander did not stop them, they simply bare their shoulders and sweated like rain.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning, in the vast farmland on the side of the cement avenue, a stone building plaque stood in the middle of the village road, engraved with the three characters of Lijiazhai in italics, and the map indicated that this was where the survivors were.

Why no one? Lin Hao looked at the empty road and wondered in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Li Feipeng also frowned slightly, took the binoculars and looked around, waved his hand and ordered: "Wang Yifeng, take your link in and have a look!"

Hearing the order, he didn't dare to be careless, Wang Yifeng waved his hand at Lin Hao and the other three platoon commanders, and the company walked slowly and carefully towards the village in a line, not looking at the appearance and equipment, just looking at the cautious behavior of the bow and bending over, it was like a devil entering the village in an anti-Japanese drama.

Everyone cautiously walked to the intersection of the village, and the road was silent, when suddenly a slight movement of grass and trees on the flanks shook slightly, and for the scouts, the slightest movement could cause them to be highly vigilant. Immediately, more than a dozen soldiers turned around and aimed at the depths of the grass and trees, and a squad leader shouted: "Come out!" ”

There was a moment of silence, and then the grass and trees trembled, and out of it came out several men in police uniforms with starving faces, seeing the sturdy soldiers and the muzzles of the black holes, they were so frightened that they held their heads in their hands and muttered incoherently: "We are survivors, survivors!"

Wang Yifeng walked over when he heard the sound, and when he saw these policemen who were so frightened that their legs trembled, he frowned slightly, and asked, "Where is your base camp, take me there!"

Hearing this, several thin policemen bowed their heads and led everyone to the depths of the village, and at the same time, Wang Yifeng radioed the news to the battalion headquarters, telling them that everything was safe and there was no danger.

The deeper the troops went, the more they could feel the smell of death permeating the village, the blood congealing in the dirt, making it purple-red, and from time to time they could see piles of rotting flesh and bones, as well as scattered iron pots and chopsticks, and the pain that came from the corner house**.

Several policemen took Wang Yifeng to spare a few circles, came to a courtyard surrounded by the jungle, knocked on the door, an old man slowly opened the door, and saw hundreds of soldiers with loaded guns, not the slightest surprise, but turned sideways with a blank expression, and made a please.

Wang Yifeng glanced inside, and saw that there was nothing abnormal, so he immediately beckoned Lin Hao and another platoon leader, and the three of them walked into the courtyard, and under the leadership of the old man, they entered the wing, and the light in the room was dim, and there were faint bursts of violent coughing from the bed.

Is Mayor Lin Dingguo? Because Wang Yifeng is a school-level officer, he knows more about the task, and at the moment, he asked respectfully.

After a long time, Lin Dingguo seemed to be relieved from the cough just now, and his voice was fluttering and weak, "You are finally here, you are finally saved!" ”

Around here? Wang Yifeng asked.

Hehe, Lin Dingguo smiled hoarsely, "I ran out of food three days ago, and there was a wave of corpses last night, which hurt a lot of people!"

There are only a few words, but a few people have understood the situation, especially Lin Hao, he is no stranger to Lin Dingguo, he also took refuge in his office, when he heard Lin Dingguo's three words, he seemed to have returned to that hazy time, Manjushri's pretty face and emotional confession after drinking, his heart suddenly found that he was so happy at that moment, and his eyes indirectly looked at Lin Dingguo became extremely soft.

Wang Yifeng saw that Lin Dingguo, who was full of grandeur in the past, was now weak, his eyes flashed a trace of amazement, and at the same time he heard the radio, Li Feipeng asked him to lead the way, and said: "Wait for our battalion commander to come, you see, or gather all the survivors first, and then evacuate!"

Let Lao Fang come with you, he is my secretary, and everyone here knows him! After finishing speaking, Lin Dingguo coughed violently again, and his dry voice and the tremor in his chest made it look extremely poignant.

Seeing this, Wang Yifeng didn't want to say anything, opened the door, told Lin Dingguo's instructions to the old party, and turned to leave, as for Lin Dingguo's life and death, it depends on Li Feipeng's mood, he has no right to deal with it.

On the side, Lin Hao turned his head to look at Lin Dingguo, who was coughing on the bed, and for some reason, he felt a pain in his heart. I'm afraid that no one would have thought that the mayor of Anxi, who was high-spirited at the beginning, would now fall to such a point that there is no cure for the disease, so he can only sit on the bed and wait for death, and the body is very likely to be divided by zombies after death.

Subsequently, Wang Yifeng led the team to meet Li Feipeng and reported the situation to him, while the old party greeted the survivors with a loudspeaker.

Seeing this situation, Li Feipeng frowned, why did he take the risk to save these survivors this time, that is, to concentrate them and engage in production. Now that the surrounding materials have been looted by the military, the division headquarters decided to open some factories to produce simple daily necessities, and it is naturally impossible for soldiers to train to become workers, so they can only find some civilians, and at this moment, Lin Dingguo's telegram came, and the division headquarters sent them over. But looking at the weak appearance of these people now, can they work?

Give them some food and leave in half an hour! Li Feipeng glanced at the many survivors with an expressionless face and ordered.

Subsequently, the soldiers gave some of the lunch they had brought to the survivors, but the monks had more porridge and less porridge, and distributed it to everyone, only half a palm-sized steamed bun, or a chocolate the size of a fingernail. But without exception, everyone who received the food had trembling hands and staring at the food blankly, and some of them put it in their mouths and chewed desperately, making a popping sound in their mouths, and even worse, some people looked at the buns and cried bitterly, perhaps because they were grieving for their dead relatives, how good it would be for them to live at this time.

Lin Hao didn't eat, handed all the food in his pocket to the people around him, and watched them eat with relish, but his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

Battalion commander, what about Mayor Lin Dingguo? Lin Hao saw Li Feipeng walking past him, and couldn't help but ask boldly.

Hearing this, Li Feipeng raised his eyebrows, looked at Lin Hao and asked, "Lin Dingguo, where is you?"

Lin Hao pointed to the depths of the alley and said, "He's sick and lying in the courtyard around the corner!"

Oh! Then let him lie down. After finishing speaking, Li Feipeng didn't look at Lin Hao, his expression was hurried, and he left quickly.

Lin Hao looked at Li Feipeng's back blankly, his heart was full of flavors, he knew that Li Feipeng would never take care of Lin Dingguo, and after everyone left, Lin Dingguo's death was only a matter of time.