ACT2: The dawn is quiet here

The early spring and April nights were a little cold, and even colder than this night were the cold corpses in the trains.

After a week of stepping on the spot in advance, Song Jiu and the others already knew the situation near the station, in addition to the stopped trains before and after the entrance to the station, there were also blockades erected by the gang in the gaps, such as the barbed wire fence pulled horizontally. The fields on both sides of the railway have been explored before, and some wandering walking corpses have indeed been found, and the scale itself is not large, and it should only be a stroll from the neighboring suburbs. When Song Jiu and the others were lurking in the forest waiting for the signal, they had already encountered a few walking corpses that were not long-eyed.

In the past, this number of walking corpses is not to be feared, Song Jiu has a lot of people, they are all fierce people who are crawling and rolling in the sea of blood, even if they can't be beaten, there is no problem with safe evacuation, and there are people and horses who are responsible for answering the road one street away from the railway station. However, now this season is not a big hidden danger, so that Song Jiubing did not dare to slack off, and made the decision to retreat as soon as Luo Yu raised the alarm.

The walking corpse epidemic has been raging for three years, but all the survivors who can survive to this day have basically found out the root habits of these bloodthirsty monsters. Three years ago, in the winter, a cold snap swept widespread, and the dead were frozen in the snow. The sudden good news made many survivors who were still alive smell a glimmer of light, and the survivors who had been struggling in the dark for more than half a year burst into tears, and a voice echoed in their hearts: the catastrophe is finally over.

That winter, the almost extinct survivors walked out of the ruins of the city, the ravines of the mountain villages, and returned to the land that belonged to them with the ecstasy of rebirth, and began to try to rebuild their homes with faith and hands. If it weren't for the fact that the walking corpse ice sculptures that can be seen everywhere in the snow silently prove that this human catastrophe has actually happened, I am afraid that many people will fall into a trance of "a big dream", and will think that everything that has happened in the past six months is an illusion.

However, the reality is always cold and unforgiving, like an executioner with a bad taste. It tells the dying in a seductive tone that you can continue to live. When the poor man hugged each other and wept in ecstasy, it unhurriedly poured a basin of cold water on his head, and then sent an even cruel message to those who were still immersed in the joy of escaping with a cold blade: I just lied to you.

The beautiful hope of rebuilding the homeland was shattered one morning in early spring, along with the dew drops falling from the edges of the petals.

Those gray corpses that had been "old corpses" for a season shook off the dust on their bodies on a warm and sunny day and stood up again. And, the nightmare is much more than that, waking up together, not just the walking dead.

The dark cloud called despair returned to the world and slapped back the one-meter sunshine that belonged to hope.

For three years, more than a thousand days and nights, the living and the dead said goodbye again and again, and then met again.

For three years, the number of survivors of the walking corpse has repeatedly fallen below the limit of resistance, as if they have been wiped out.

After three years, the survivors finally figured out two things: 1. The fucking walking corpse actually hibernates, and 2. The fucking walking corpse actually has a new breed.

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The topic is far away, and we continue to talk about the train station on a cold night in early spring.

Song Jiu and the others found a small-scale walking corpse in the wild forest near the railroad tracks, and this branch corpse was also included in the risk scope of this operation, but there were still some risks that could not be predicted. The walking corpses on the other side of the railroad tracks were not too threatening, as long as Song Jiu and the others slipped their feet and flashed before the corpses gathered, but they didn't have a foolproof way to deal with the walking corpses outside the train station.

The experience of the past three winters is precious, which allows the survivors to know the unique dormant period of the walking dead, and the experience of the past three early springs is also important, which allows the survivors to understand the sting period of the walking corpse. It should be noted that the sting period of the walking corpse does not strictly follow the beginning of the month of the Ganzhi calendar, and in the eyes of the survivors, the so-called "sting" is just a time period for the revival of the walking corpse.

People who can recite the solar term song know that the recovery season of the ancient name "Qi Yu" is generally between March 5 and 6 of the Gregorian calendar every year, when the weather gradually warms up, and there is gradually a spring thunder explosion, and the animals that hide in the soil in winter and do not drink or eat are awakened by the spring thunder, and the area of human activities also begins to enter the spring ploughing season. To this day, the spring thunder is still the same, the farming scene no longer exists, and in addition to the animals, only the walking corpses scattered in all corners are awakened.

The stinging spring thunder is the clarion call to wake up the walking corpses, the walking corpses with a huge base cannot be collectively awakened at the same time, and the entire recovery process will take some time, and during this period, noise and flesh are also good medicine to accelerate the awakening. Not only during the sting, but also during the dormant period. This has been verified with the lives of many survivors who mistakenly believe that winter is absolutely safe.

Therefore, the risks and hidden dangers in Song Jiu's actions refer to those walking corpses waiting to be awakened all over the shadows.

The number of Song Jiu's team is not small, nor is it too large, this group of young people who have experienced life and death can bravely fight against open guns, but they can't take care of hidden arrows. Urban areas are the hardest hit areas, and no one can do an inventory of every corner, especially in areas with complex terrain such as train stations. If it's just a walking corpse in the forest outside the railroad tracks, it's fine, but what if a startled walking corpse appears in the preset evacuation route? In order to ensure the success of the night attack, Song Jiu took away all the fighters in the team, and the part that stayed behind to respond was all female dependents with slightly weaker combat strength, if there was a time difference in the process of the convergence of the two sides, the consequences could be big or small.

Most of the people who can survive to this day are not stupid, and they will no longer be as blind as at the beginning of the catastrophe, and the difficult living environment has tempered the originally weak people into warriors, and warriors must have a keen sense of the battlefield.

The supplies for life have been received, and the little girl is not here, so Song Jiu and they naturally don't need to waste more time here. If the station captives don't talk nonsense, then the next stop for Song Jiu and the others is the riverbank.

"Hurry up, the walking corpse is coming." Luo Yu, who was holding a short-handled shotgun, appeared at the door of the carriage, because of running, his fair face revealed a little ruddy, and his cold expression contrasted sharply with his slightly anxious tone.

"Withdraw." Song Jiu glanced at it, and the young men around the door understood, without a word of nonsense, they turned around and followed Luo Yu to the platform.

"What do they do?" Ziqian glanced at the row of men squatting on the ground, and handed Song Jiu an inquiring look.

Song Jiu pointed to the middle-aged rough man who was leaning on the seat and shaking into a sieve: "Take him, the rest..."

The middle-aged rough man who saved his life was full of grief and indignation, watching his buddies and brothers who lived and died together fall in a pool of blood, but he couldn't muster the slightest courage to fight these blue-headed boys.

"Hurry up!" Luo Yu, who opened the way, had already arrived at the evacuation position, and was greeting Song Jiu and a few people loudly, listening to the tone, the situation seemed to be a little nervous.

"Let's go." Song Jiu looked left and right, confirmed that there was nothing else, beckoned and rushed out of the carriage with the rest of the people.

The young men moved neatly and quickly, and the girl in the sexy pajamas was stunned for a moment and was so angry that she jumped to her feet and scolded: "Jiao Ziqian, you bastard!" Ignore my aunt and grandmother! ”

Jiao Ziqian, who had just raised the speed and was about to run, braked, turned his head to look at the sexy girl beside the Harmony, and sulked on his chest: "Damn, why don't you withdraw with Luo Yu first?" Make a mess! Scolding and scolding, people still have to take it, and said hello to Song Jiu, Jiao Ziqian hurriedly ran back again, and grabbed the arm of Bai Shengsheng, the girl in pajamas: "Run!" ”

"My feet hurt, you carry me." The girl in the pajamas innocently pointed to the lower half of her body, a pair of bare feet under her smooth thighs, stepping on the gravel between the railroad tracks, how pitiful and pitiful.

Jiao Ziqian's sullen breath in his chest rushed to his head again, and he endured the thought of beating her and scooped it up on his back, and scolded while running: "Where's the fuck your shoes?" You can't just pick up a pair! ”

"The high-heeled shoes I wore when I came, those 'railway guerrilla' shoes were too smelly, so I didn't want them." Xin Mengfan was not in a hurry at all, his two thighs were sandwiched between Jiao Ziqian's waist, one arm hooked his neck, and the other hand was okay to comb Ruyun's hair.

"Damn, you really should be prostituting yourself!" Jiao Ziqian was angry, his favorite girl Luo Yu had already led the team over the barbed wire fence at the exit of the station, and only Song Jiu was still waiting for him there.

Xin Mengfan behind him slapped Jiao Ziqian on the back of his head and scolded: "Little red guy with no conscience, if it weren't for the old lady sleeping with someone to set up information, where would you have the opportunity to be a hero in front of Luo Yu?" Jiao Ziqian was beaten and scolded again, but he couldn't fight back, so he had to pretend not to hear, and ran wildly. Song Jiu, who was waiting in front of the barbed wire, heard it clearly, and he was helpless against these two right-hand men, so he lifted the crack in the barbed wire and let the two of them run over first.

"Brother Jiu, what will reward me this time!" Xin Mengfan, who has a human flesh mount, is very comfortable, and while calling Jiao Ziqian as a coolie, he does not forget to ask Song Jiu for reward.

"Rescue the little girl, let's talk about it, give you what you want." Song Jiu pursed his lips and smiled, and when he saw a few flashlights flashing across Yelin, he hurriedly stopped and stopped Jiao Ziqian.

The flashlight was launched by Luo Yu, and she led the team to go first, faster than Song Jiu's three people, and this signal meant that it was dangerous.

Jiao Ziqian also found out that something was wrong, and pulled out two mountain-opening knives with sharp edges from his waist, and muttered, "Brother Jiu, what's the situation?" ”

"There are probably walking corpses in the forest, you follow me, don't fall in love." Song Jiu squinted his eyes and swept over the dwarf forest, combined with the direction of the flashlight, he probably made a judgment: "Don't worry, scattered walking corpses, walking with Luo Yu and them, Luo Yu is afraid that the two of us will accidentally bump into each other." ”

"Oh, why don't you just clean it up." Xin Mengfan put his hand on Jiao Ziqian's shoulder, and hummed: "She is so capable of fighting, it's a convenient thing." ”

"Shut up." Jiao Ziqian snorted and whispered: "It's all about the front and back feet, aren't you stupid?" ”

Song Jiu didn't care about these two hundred generations of enemies, and strode into the forest with a wind hacksaw blade knife, and saw three or five walking corpses wandering in the forest by the cold moonlight.

"Shh Song Jiu turned around and made a silent gesture, bent down like a predatory leopard, quickly approached a few walking corpses, and swung out a steel knife at the moment when the walking corpses turned around when they heard the sound. The blade of the blade is extremely hard, and the blade edge is so bright that it effortlessly sharpens a shriveled head.

These walking corpses have been around for a long time, and their torsos have long been crumpled into tight bacon, and the blades have slashed through with little blood, but more like chopping wood. Although Song Jiu didn't take these air-dried bacon seriously, in line with the principle of being responsible for his own life, he still flew up and stepped on the head of the dead man whose mouth was still opening and closing. The bony skull made a close contact with the soles of the hard hiking boots, and the skulls were trampled into a bag of paste by the size 42 feet, and as a dying revenge, the dead man's head added a few wisps of fishy sauce to the gray-yellow upper.

Jiao Ziqian followed behind Song Jiu and didn't help, and of course Song Jiu didn't need his help. Chopping over a few crooked melons and cracked dates, the three of them quickly walked through the wild forest and climbed out from the location of the broken wall. The starlight on the long street is dim, and the low buildings on the left and right are gray, revealing hollow and dark doors and windows, and the mottled asphalt pavement is full of messes, revealing the sadness of the windy and frosty years.

Song Jiu took out a flashlight and opened and closed it in the distance of the long street, and two minutes later, the window of a two-story low building flashed with the same frequency.

Song Jiu put his mind at ease, looked around vigilantly, and ran briskly in the direction of the low building, Jiao Ziqian behind him followed the big run, and Xin Mengfan was dizzy on his back.

"Mengfan." Jiao Ziqian whispered.

"Huh?"

"You've got big breasts again."