The bar fell silent for a while, Guo Rong lowered his head and smoked a cigarette, not knowing what he was thinking. Xu Haihai was checking the weapons on his body and aimed a few times with his rifle. It wasn't until Han Weijun and Ma Donglai came out of the warehouse that they moved a box of wine and a few black T-shirts.

It is not difficult to make incendiary bombs, and there are no process requirements, as long as the ignition line blocked at the mouth of the bottle is done. Ma Donglai took out the dagger, cut the T-shirts into strips, stuffed the t-shirts into the mouth of the bottle, and poured and shook the wine bottle a few times, so that the wine inside penetrated the cloth strips, ensuring that the cloth strips would not be ignited at that time, and they would be extinguished immediately after throwing them out.

The zombies on the street downstairs of the bar are still lingering, and the shoes that have been gnawed do not know where to go. Looking at the moving head, Zhang Zhao said worriedly: "I'm afraid that when it catches fire, these zombies will walk around, which will cause a big fire." ”

Although humanity has been expelled from the city, think about it, every brick and tile here represents human civilization. It would be a pity if a fire accidentally burned.

"It's not so unlucky, it's good that these ****** can light a third of the zombies." Guo Rong made two ****** and weighed them in his hand.

In any case, getting out of the neighborhood right now is the most important thing, and if you delay any longer, you won't be able to think of a better way even if it's dark. When it comes to night, it is the world of zombies, and the night is a great obstacle to human vision. A dozen incendiary bombs were quickly made and placed on the bar. A few people sat on a stool by the window, quietly observing the corpses, looking for a suitable opportunity.

During this time, I also saw some interesting things, for example, two zombies collided with each other, and sometimes they would fight. Zombies don't punch and kick in a fight, but open their mouths and roar, like a cockfight, and hit each other with their bodies. However, the zombies were not entangled, just a few demonstrative performances, and then walked away.

None of us are experts in biological research, and we just see this phenomenon as fun. Since ordinary zombies don't have intelligence, they rely entirely on instinct to react.

It wasn't until it was almost noon that the zombies outside the roller shutter door relaxed a little, leaving a small space, and Zhang Zhao said, "Let's take this opportunity to act." ”

Han Weijun opened a window, then took a ****** and lit it, the fire met the wine on the cloth, and suddenly a flame burst out, and when it was about to burn to the mouth of the bottle, Han Weijun threw it at the open space outside the roller shutter door.

The flask with the flame of the wine bottle crossed an arc in the air, fell to the ground, and exploded in an instant, emitting a cloud of sparks. As Han Weijun said, these whiskeys are not mixed with anything, the quality is good, and they ignite as soon as they encounter fire. After this ****** opened, those fiery liquids burst out on the surrounding zombies, and immediately ignited a raging fire.

"Quick, hurry up and throw a few." Zhang Zhao said urgently. This is not because whisky has super burning ability, but because zombies themselves are also flammable, and it is not advisable to attack them with fire unless they have to. Because it takes a certain amount of time to completely burn the zombie down, and this ordinary zombie has no pain nerves, and it can run around when the body is on fire.

Ma Donglai quickly handed the two ****** to Han Weijun, this guy was on the right track, and then lost four or five bottles, all of which were within the path they expected. There was a raging fire underneath, and there were no screams, only more impatient roars. The heat wave rushed up, and several people couldn't stand it for a while, so they immediately retreated.

"Almost, let's go." Zhang Zhao picked up his backpack, put the gun on his back, pulled out two Tang knives, and went downstairs. In the space downstairs, there is a strange smell, a bit like burnt beef, only with a little more spoiled taste.

The outside of the roller shutter door had just been burned by the fire, and after the high-temperature barbecue, the whole door was hot, Han Weijun first opened the door with the key, and then took an old dress from the cabinet next to him and stuck it on the door, and pushed the door up forcefully.

About three meters outside the door, only seven or eight charred zombie corpses remained, still smoking. The fires in other places were almost burning, and after a few people went out, they threw out a few ****** to add fuel to the burning fire.

The corpses found traces of humans, and regardless of the smoke on their bodies, they rushed towards the team. The zombies that were still outside the fire, because they were crowded together, were more likely to burn themselves, and for a while, the entire area was bubbling with a strange fire.

A few people didn't dare to stay, and after they went out, they followed Han Weijun closely and ran in the direction of the commercial street. Although I also encountered zombies with teeth and claws along the way, they were all sporadic and could not be a threat.

Zhang Zhao brandished his double knives and went on a killing spree, he and Guo Rong ran at the back of the team, and there were many zombies on fire, chasing the team. Zhang Zhao could even feel the heat wave brought by the fire, and the exposed skin was hot.

A zombie that had been burned with only half of its head left, could no longer make a sound, and with open hands, he pounced on Zhang Zhao. If this is touched, it will not be bitten, and there will be no place to die. Zhang Zhao turned around and swung the knife, and the Tang knife just slashed through the zombie's neck, and the head fell to the ground, and the zombie fell to the ground with a pop.

Immediately afterwards, more zombies followed, Zhang Zhao screamed, turned around and ran. Han Weijun ran at the forefront, dodging the zombies left and right, and hitting those zombies who threatened him with steel pipes. There are groups of fiery corpses behind them, and there are sporadic zombies in front of them, which affects the team's travel speed.

Ma Donglai was avoiding a long-haired zombie, and was immediately pushed to the wall by another zombie, he reached out and grabbed the zombie's neck, and the other hand was about to attack, but was grabbed by the long-haired zombie.

Seeing that several more zombies were coming around, he screamed in shock. At this time, Xu Haihai suddenly quickened his pace, kicked on the wall, and jumped high. Then he slashed the steel bar-sharpened machete in his hand at the zombie's head. Ma Donglai was relieved, and after the two of them knocked back the few zombies that surrounded them, they were breathing a sigh of relief, when suddenly in this block, there was a thunderous roar.

The roar instantly covered up the noisy roar of the corpses, which was full of deterrence, and everyone was shocked. The others didn't understand the situation, but Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong's faces changed greatly, and they said in a panic: "Paralyzed, berserk!" It's the Berserker! ”

When I first met a large group of corpses, I saw a few berserk zombies, with their fierce bodies and terrifying and weird appearances, which were still fresh in my memory.

"What berserker?" Han Weijun didn't know why, he still wanted to rush forward, but Zhang Zhao had already dodged into a building on the side of the street.

This is a Chinese restaurant, there are only two glass doors, and after all the people entered, Zhang Zhao immediately closed the door, and then used an iron rod next to the door to insert it into the two doorknobs. The zombies outside knocked on the glass door, and several people hid by the door, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

There were a few more roars from the street, getting closer and closer, accompanied by the crackling sound of the car glass shattering, the giant zombie didn't take a step, and it seemed that the ground was going to tremble.

A few people hid in the restaurant, avoiding the sight of the zombies, not because they were afraid of such ordinary zombies finding out, but because they were afraid of the berserker. The Berserker is a mutated zombie with super destructive abilities, and no one can be sure if he has a little IQ.

Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong looked at each other, and the two exhaled deeply, and every step the berserker took felt that his chest was hit hard by an invisible force. Zhang Zhao even closed his eyes nervously, praying that the berserkers would not find out that there were living people here.

The berserker walked to the door of the Chinese restaurant, domineering a few zombies, those unconvinced zombies, were roaring to resist, and a huge fist was greeted by a huge fist, which was directly swept into meat puree. The rest of the zombies felt the dangerous aura and moved their bodies slowly.

On this cold day, facing the oppression of the berserker, a bead of sweat rolled down Guo Rong's forehead down his cheeks. Prayer didn't work, and the Berserker screamed at the glass door with his mouth wide open, squirting a foul liquid onto the door and walls, and then he swung a sledgehammer-like fist and slammed it into the glass door. There was a loud bang on the glass door, and the iron bar used to bolt the door bent at once.

Han Weijun was frightened and was about to stand up and run upstairs, but was grabbed by Zhang Zhao and pressed to the ground. Not to mention Han Weijun, who saw the berserker for the first time, even Zhang Zhao's body trembled.

Fortunately, this is a tempered glass door, and the quality of domestic goods is quite good, and it has not broken after being hit hard. Since the end of the world, the Berserker has run rampant across the world, leaving no grass everywhere they go. Perhaps he had never encountered a glass door that could not be broken by a single punch, he looked at it curiously, and then roared angrily to the sky.

If the Berserker punches again, the glass door can hold up, but the iron bar can't. If the door is broken, not to mention the berserkers, even those ordinary zombies who watch the excitement will be enough. I just hurried into this Chinese restaurant, and I didn't know much about the terrain, although there was a second floor here, but there were violent people, and it was certain to die.

Several of them were nervous, their hearts beating wildly, and they were ready to wait for the rage to drop the second punch, and then run upstairs. If you act before then, you will most likely provoke the wrath of the berserker. There is still a trace of luck in everyone's hearts, because the berserker is not as sensitive as other zombies, he has eyes, but in terms of smell and other senses, he is not even as good as ordinary zombies.

Zhang Zhao pressed Han Weijun and didn't let go, he was gambling in his heart, betting that this berserker didn't find them, but only attracted him because there were so many ordinary zombies here.

The berserker slowly raised his fist like a bull's eye, and was about to throw a punch when he suddenly turned his head violently, as if he had found something of interest.

In the distance, a car siren whistle sounded, and the berserker lowered his fist, roared, and slammed away.

Zhang Zhao suddenly collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, as if he had pressed a thousand catties of boulders on his body, and was taken away at once.

"Damn, I'm scared to death." He collapsed.

There is only one wall between you and the berserker, and after the first close contact, you can feel the oppression brought by the mutant zombies.

Han Weijun also fell to the ground motionless, glad that Zhang Zhao held himself down in time just now, otherwise, after the rampers broke the door, no one would be able to escape.

(End of chapter)