The flames grew bigger and bigger, waves of heat hit them, and people had to retreat again and again.

The zombies were still dying, rolling and screaming miserably. Everyone's attention was drawn to the fire, stunned by the fire.

Some people lamented that the Molotov cocktail was so powerful, and the zombies that were once as fearful as lions and tigers were so vulnerable.

There are also people who admire the toughness of the zombies, they are still alive after being burned for so long, and they would have been burned to death if they were humans.

Some people lament that zombie bodies are flammable. A bottle of gasoline alone will never achieve this effect, and the tongue of fire that spews out is two meters long, making it a good material for fire.

Some people were even moved by compassion. At this time, the zombie was wrapped in thick smoke, and if you hadn't seen it beforehand, you couldn't tell whether it was a zombie or a human rolling on the ground.

Women, in particular, couldn't bear to hear the wails of zombies - not so long ago, they were living humans.

Originally, a few people who were guarding outside the gate also stretched their necks to look inside, only the man who was sitting on the board cart to recuperate from his injuries could not move, and he couldn't see the details clearly through the crowd, and he was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

The most calm person should be Cui Shu.

He didn't have a training assignment today - that thin body probably didn't make much sense no matter how much he practiced. However, he has always believed that summarizing lessons and drawing inferences from others in a timely manner is sometimes more important than simply exercising courage.

At this time, he was standing not far from Zhang Zifeng, observing the state of the zombies, while holding a small notebook to remember, and there were words in his mouth:

"Two adults can restrain an ordinary zombie with an iron fork, and their strength can be slightly surpassed."

"The zombie body is hard, and the bottle can crack when it is smashed on it...... The body is flammable, and the Molotov cocktail effect is excellent......"

"It still has attack power for about 20 seconds after the fire, but it can cause mental disorder, causing zombies to lose their target......"

Cui Shu's brows furrowed, paused, stared at the zombie and said, "When you burn, you scream and feel pain." ”

For a long time, everyone thought that zombies had lost the basic consciousness of human beings and that it didn't hurt to hit them, but the facts in front of them overturned this conclusion.

The zombies struggled less and less, until their bodies gradually moved and allowed the flames to burn on their bodies.

Unlike what he imagined, the body of the zombie did not have a lot of grease flowing down, but made a beeping and peeling sound, and the body would spew small flames from time to time when it was burning, which reminded Zhang Zifeng of the scene of burning wood in the kang when he was a child.

He sniffed, and instead of the expected strong smell of burnt fire, the air was mixed with a faint fragrance—more like burning wood.

The only exception was the head, where liquid could be seen through the smoke, and the only smell was from the burning there.

Feeling that someone was pulling the corner of his clothes, he looked back, Ren Fei's face was a little pale, his eyes glanced at the zombie group behind the fence, and whispered close to his ear: "They, a little scared." ”

Zhang Zifeng was stunned and said, "Do you mean zombies?" ”

Ren Fei nodded, "I can feel their fear. I don't know if it's because of the fire or the screams of this zombie. ”

Zhang Zifeng looked over, most of the zombies in the fence were also facing the burning zombies, the commotion was much smaller than just now, and the momentum of yelling was gone, and some zombies even took the initiative to stay away from the fence.

What is this, the rabbit dies and the fox is sad? Freemasonry?

"Can you know what's going on in their minds?" Zhang Zifeng asked. The spiritual power I understood before was to be able to control zombies, just like using silk threads to control puppets one by one, but now it seems that I think too simply.

Ren Fei shook his head and said, "I don't know how to peep at the mind, and he may not have thoughts. But I could feel the mood of the zombies, especially the fear. ”

As she spoke, her body even trembled slightly, obviously she used her mental power to probe the zombies, and she herself was also affected. Zhang Zifeng hurriedly hugged her in his arms.

Zhang Zifeng looked at the zombie group again, these guys actually have emotions? Eating, growing, and emotional, they're more like another creature than a zombie.

It has been several months since the end of the world came, and the understanding of these guys is still confused. It's the same for yourself.

The small movements of the two people did not alarm the others, and everyone's attention was still focused on the burned zombies.

The smoke gradually cleared, and the fire became smaller and smaller until it disappeared, revealing the true face of the zombie. The clothes had long since burned out, and only a black skeleton that could barely hold its human form remained, prostrate on the ground, wisps of light smoke rising.

There was silence in the crowd, and they looked at this side in disbelief, and suddenly someone said, "That's it." ”

Once in the bungalow, everyone was full of fear of the zombies outside, these guys are extremely powerful, and the hearing is excellent, and it is almost impossible to pass their blockade.

Later, the zombie that ran out of the cellar rushed out single-handedly and made a group of people scramble, and even Zhang Zifeng almost capsized in the gutter, which further intensified people's impression of the invincible zombies.

Now a woman throws a Molotov cocktail, and in the blink of an eye, the zombie has become like this?

His words seemed to resonate, and people began to whisper, slowly gathering over to check on the remains of the zombies.

Cui Shu walked in the front, in the spirit of science, he leaned down, took a closer look, and then lightly touched the skeleton with the pen in his hand.

The latter collapsed in an instant, shattered into a pile of ashes, fluttered to the ground, and spread through the air again, causing people to cover their mouths and noses and retreat.

"It's so clean." Cui Shu couldn't help but say, "If it's a human, it won't burn to this extent in the crematorium." ”

As if to confirm his words, a gust of wind blew, and the ashes flew up, sprinkling the ocean, and in the blink of an eye, only a black trace was left on the ground, and it was hard to imagine that there was a burned zombie lying here just now.

The only piece of solid remaining, identified as a blackened trouser buckle, was unburned metalwork.

Chu Zhaonan stood behind the crowd and breathed a sigh of relief. Overall, the first training session was a success, with no accidents, no casualties, and a testament to the power of the Molotov cocktail – even better than expected.

Summing up the lessons learned, it is a matter of going back, and now we must hurry up and continue training, he cleared his throat and said: "Everyone disperse, time is pressing, we will start the second training session immediately." ”

Everyone retreated, leaving the row of men who had just thrown stones, and this time they were the protagonists.

The training just now was just an appetizer. The next step is to unleash the zombies and fight the ordinary people directly, looking for their weaknesses in the process.

The men's faces became serious, and the weapons in their hands, such as shovels and sticks, did not give them enough security. Just a few days ago, an unlucky guy was flicked by a zombie and broke three ribs, and now he's still lying on the cart and humming.

And this time, a few people have to deal with at least two zombies - this is a plan that everyone has repeatedly studied and formulated. The end times are coming, the number of zombies greatly exceeds the surviving humans, and being besieged by them is the normal state of the world.

However, the level of risk has also skyrocketed, and everyone's newly rising mood has been replaced by solemnity.

There was one more nervous than they were.

Zhang Long stood at the gate of the fence, his brows furrowed simply. When the zombie was released just now, its claws were close to itself, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it had brushed shoulders with death.

Now the same thing has to be done a second time, and there are many of them, what if they attack them directly? The clothes on his body, the gun behind his back, and Zhang Zifeng may not have time to save himself.

But retreating in full view? No one is going to force themselves to do it, but their image in people's minds will plummet from then on.

Zhang Long felt the smell of riding a tiger, and his hand reaching out to the door became trembling slightly.

Just as he was about to open the fence gate, his other hand held him down, and when he looked back, it was Zhang Zifeng.

"I'll do it," Zhang Zifeng said, "I'm better suited to do this job than you." "Without the control of the Chosen One, the zombies will not take the initiative to attack him—and even if they do, they will not be his opponents. You can still see the bones in the yard.

Zhang Long was so excited that he almost knelt down, nodded, and then withdrew some distance, relieved.

Next time, I won't slap my swollen face and become fat.

Zhang Zifeng made a move, things became much simpler, no one needed to throw stones to attract the attention of the zombies, he stepped forward directly and pulled open the iron bar that was stuck in the fence gate.

The zombies were like a flood finding an outlet and squeezed out of the doorway. Zhang Zifeng hurriedly closed the iron door again, and forcibly pushed the zombies behind him back.

The strength of one person against a few zombies made it difficult for him to clamp the iron bar tightly, and he frowned slightly after turning around: It seems that there is a bit of a lot to release?

A total of four zombies were freed, ignoring Zhang Zifeng, and pounced on several men with their teeth and claws, and the latter looked at each other: the number comparison can't even reach two to one, isn't the training step too big!

Zhang Zifeng's eyes were quick, and he strode forward and grabbed the necks of the two zombies, the latter tried to move forward, but to no avail, only his hands and feet were left to kick around, which looked a little funny.

These ordinary zombies in the chicken farm, both in strength and physical toughness, are only different from the ones in the cellar.

The other two walked forward without restraint, and in an instant they were close to the men.

The men quickly split into two groups and dealt with the two zombies separately. According to the previous experience of everyone on paper, most people are responsible for limiting the movement of zombies, and there is only one relatively strongest attacker in each group.

This time, in addition to strengthening everyone's courage to face zombies, it is also necessary to verify the power of cold weapons and the weaknesses of finding zombies.

Most of the men were armed with steel forks or shovels, but the main attackers had a weapon tailor-made for zombies: an arm-thick wooden stick with an iron tip at the tip, balancing weight and power.

This is the first weapon made by the survivors, at a rough glance, it looks like a spear, Chu Zhaonan directly named it "Longinus's Spear", and if you are embarrassed, it can be referred to as a holy spear - anyway, it is the end of the world, and there will be no royalties.

The entire weapon looked rudimentary, except for the sharpened tip of the weapon, which glistened coldly in the sunlight, just like the cold gaze of its bearer.