In September, the capital of Atlantis.

Cao Jian has already moved into the Poseidon Palace, also known as the Blue Palace, which can only be used by the head of state.

"How many cities are back to normal now?" There were a lot of papers stacked on his desk, almost filling that spacious table, and it was only a new question for half a day.

The staff looked at the memo and said: "There are no zombies in three cities, there are still a small number of zombies in five cities, but they basically do not interfere with daily life, and there are twenty other big cities where zombies are rapidly declining." ”

"You haven't opened the lab yet, have you?" In just a few months, his sideburns have become much whiter.

"We've taken that into account, so Kyoto is also counted among the small number of five cities."

Cao Jian nodded, thinking that it was okay, looking at the documents on the desktop, and suddenly asked if Mo Ke was back.

"It should be soon."

……

The next morning, Mo Jun stood in Cao Yan's office.

He's gotten a little bit vicissitudes, but overall it's not the same.

Cao Shu patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's hard work." ”

Mo Xuan shook his head to signal that it was okay.

"What about the casualties?" Cao Jian knew that Mo Xuan loved the soldiers, so he was concerned first, instead of going straight to the topic.

"If you count the nearly 400 people who were sick and turned into zombies before, there are less than 200 people left now."

"So much?!" Cao Huan was quite surprised.

"Alas......" Mo Xuan sighed, a regiment of the strongest brigade in the country was almost killed and wounded, and Mo Xuan, the most commander, felt that he had a great responsibility.

"Can I get useful information?" Cao Yan asked.

"If I don't get it, I won't dare to come back to see you. I found that the core of zombies gathering and staying away is people. ”

"People?"

"Yes, but they should be people who have been infected, I don't know why they have gained the ability to control zombies, and even some of them still maintain a fairly high level of sanity, and they will use simple war books, plus the enemy is outnumbered, and there are heavy casualties." Mo Jun paused and added, "And day and night." ”

Cao Yu nodded to show his understanding, people have to rest, and zombies don't need to rest, the weakness is still very small and wants to kill, it is indeed very difficult.

"But we still have something to gain from this trip, we killed sixteen of those mutated infected, and I found that after killing that kind - I call it a corpse shepherd, after that, the zombies it controls will return to normal and become a state of low intelligence, but in the past two months, these ordinary zombies are still evolving, not only are their five senses sensitive, but some have also pretended to be dead."

"You're doing well, go back and rest. I'll take care of the rest. By the way, how is your son? ”

"He didn't come back with me."

"Huh?"

"He said he couldn't let go of his classmates and wanted to be with them, so he didn't get on the bus."

“…… It's your son. Cao Jian didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's okay, the child is also older, and he has to take responsibility for his own actions, I believe he has already thought about it, since this is the case, it is better to let him go. People always have to pay the price for their childish behavior. Mo Jun's voice was calm, just stating, not mixed with other emotions.

"Good luck to him, and good luck to us."

……

In the next few days, Mo Xuan and his party were still holding on to their defenses, and the platform was nearly three meters high.

"I hate less when I use books, I should have learned more things."

"You've learned enough, so don't bother, hurry up, come and get the sandbags." Xu Chu complained mercilessly.

"It's not stable enough, why don't you make some cement?"

"Where to get cement, you tell me, you had to make a big iron gate, we are basically out of iron now, not to mention zombies in the past few months, and the mice haven't seen a single one."

"After the tranquility, it's either a strong wind or a torrential rain, you say yes, Hamura."

"I don't know, don't ask me."

"I heard that Aier and they drink tea with Erlang's legs crossed in the town government every day, so envious." Scott said.

"Who's to say it isn't." Mo Xuan looked at the afternoon sun and couldn't help sighing.

"There are zombies." Ivan was on the stage, pointing into a wood. Hamura looked into the woods, there was a swaying figure, he jumped off the platform nearly three meters high, galloped away, pulled out his blade and chopped the walking corpse.

"Tut-tut, my brother in society, people don't talk much." Mo Xuan smacked his tongue on the stage.

A few months of stable life made people's mood a lot more relaxed, and they talked and laughed, just like returning to the carefree school life.

No, it's better than school, at least you don't have to face the pressure of going to school.

Hamura threw the knife up, and then the trotting sandbag fortress swayed left and right.

"It's not that I said, this is really pouring some cement, otherwise it would be too easy to be breached." Mo Xuan looked at the wall that was not solid, and felt that it was useless without adding some dry goods.

"There's no cement."

"Yes, there is a building supply store on the commercial street of the town, and you can find something else to replace it without cement." Mo Xuan is extremely stubborn and enjoys it.

After another three days, the walls became stronger, but the cement in the store was not enough to reinforce the walls of the entire town, only about half of them, but considering that there was farmland behind and mountains next to it, it would take some time to make a detour.

Mo Xuan was also enthusiastically discussing the idea of going out to get some oil barrels and cement.

"You...... Do you feel like you're idle? Omega looked at this tireless Asian boy who had been hosting the work tirelessly, and felt tired.

"Tough Chinese." Scott felt like he might really be able to get a little darker.

"Isn't it okay to be safe, this fortification is enough to withstand hundreds of zombies." Xu Chu waved his hand again and again, indicating that the Chinese are not all so strong.

"I support Xuanjun's idea." Hamura sharpened his knife and said without raising his head.

"Let's get the big truck out and come back when it's full." Mo Xuan said.

"Shall we stop by and find Hood? He's been gone for a long time. Ivan said.

"The world is so big, it's not certain that he's still in this city." Scott denied.

"I don't know what happened to my family......" Omega suddenly began to tender.

It's a taboo word, everyone misses their family, but once they say it, other people's worries will burst like a tidal wave.

The five suddenly became silent.

After Hood left, Mo Xuan often felt how much a heartless person like him would help the emotional stability of the team, he didn't dare to speak, and comforted him, because his parents were always safer, and he didn't need Mo Jun to charge into battle with his troops.

After a long time, Mo Xuan patted a few people on the shoulder and said, "Don't think about those useless things, work hard." ”

Then the otherwise cheerful atmosphere becomes a little depressing, and this happens every few days.

Mo Xuan is trying her best to be more witty, but some things just can't be changed.

Overall, apart from these small episodes, life is fairly stable, Anna doesn't get any new hints, and there are no zombies outside the town, which is quite peaceful.

……

Hood Manor. Flames were burning, black carbides wafting out, and gunshots rang out incessantly, interspersed with roars or screams, and the muffled roar of the walking dead.

"Top! They must not be allowed in! Martin roared angrily, the gun in his hand kept spewing flames, he hid private goods, he actually had a semi-automatic rifle, but he didn't give it to Mo Xuan and his party.

"I can't stand it! Boss, get out! A big man was disgraced, and when he saw the tide of corpses that were not afraid of death in the face of gunfire, his confidence was constantly crushed.

I remember that a few days ago, a few walking corpses began to slowly appear in the originally peaceful Hood Manor, and no one paid attention to them, and they even entertained the walking corpses to satisfy their souls distorted by the world.

But then, no longer one or two, or four or five.

Almost exponentially, they ushered in an endless tide of corpses to surround Hood Manor, and their purpose seemed to be very clear, that is, to capture the fortress in front of them and turn them all into their own kind.

"Where are you going? We have no way back now! "The manor has been surrounded for two days and two nights, and the number of people has grown from hundreds that Martin has gradually contained over the past few months to dozens.

Another scream pierced the sky, and a defensive line was breached, engulfing the man's surging black tide. The man who was standing next to Martin couldn't take it anymore and turned and ran away.

It's the last minute.

The man who escaped was grabbed by the ankle by a "corpse" lying on the ground before he ran to the car, held down his neck, and tore his flesh.

The battlefield fell silent, and Martin was stunned, looking at the zombies rushing towards him, and he finally decided to give up resistance and picked up his gun and pressed it against his chin.

"Lao Tzu will not die at the hands of you waste." After that, I closed my eyes, but I couldn't pull the trigger.

He opened his eyes suspiciously, and the zombies around him all stopped obediently. A woman with a blood-colored face and ragged clothes stood in front of him with a smile, her fingers against the trigger.

"Your horse's." Martin was so angry that he raised his foot and tried to kick the "man" away. But the woman was so fast that her left hand reached into Martin's stomach, and she could even feel the beating of her heart, and Martin bent uncontrollably in pain, and the position almost brought her neck to the mouth of the not-so-tall woman.

She opened her mouth and bit Martin's windpipe off.

He collapsed, his mouth growing, but he couldn't breathe a breath of air, and thick blood kept pouring out like a fountain.

The woman walked up to him, still smiling.

Martin raised his hand to touch her, but couldn't, and after a few minutes, he finally hung limply, his angry expression still fixed on his face.

"I'm not a piece of waste." The woman chuckled, the corners of her mouth still reddened with blood.

She turned to leave, and the zombies naturally made way for her, and Martin slowly stood up behind her...... Come on...... became one of them.

The manor fell completely silent.