Bai Ying had been asleep in the duty room, and the wound had been sprayed with the disinfectant and cephalosporin that Chen Xiaowu had found in his backpack, so that the wound, which had been slightly infected due to untimely treatment, began to heal gradually.

During her sleep, Jiang Xiujing also kept feeding her some rice soup when she was unconscious, there was not enough medicine here, and she could not be given intravenous glucose, so she could only use this method to supply the energy she needed.

And Chen Xiaowu began to rack his brains for the past three days, thinking about how to obtain pure water sources.

Bottled and bottled water, if any, can only be found in villages more than a dozen miles away, but it is too dangerous. And there is always a time when this encapsulation water is exhausted.

Groundwater should be safe for the time being, but the sand factory where I work is too close to the river, and there is no way to obtain groundwater.

As for the kind of high-tech water purifier he bought during the live broadcast, due to the limited filter element, it is a consumable product, and Chen Xiaowu is even more unsure whether it has the effect of filtering out biochemical viruses.

After thinking about it, I can only find a way to make distilled water. So Chen Xiaowu has been churning in the sand factory for the past few days, which can be used to make materials for distillers.

After a whole day of tossing and turning, Chen Xiaowu finally scraped together a simple still with the materials: an empty tin oil drum, a water tank removed from the old machine, a few oil pipes and old radiators. These materials were still in the courtyard of the sand factory, and with the assistance of Jiang Xiujing, Chen Xiaowu began to try to see if he could make a distiller.

When Bai Ying woke up, it was already an early morning three days after Chen Xiaowu retrieved the rubber boat, and the temperature at this time had begun to drop significantly, especially when day and night converged, the temperature difference was particularly obvious.

Bai Ying struggled to sit up, the wound on her left shoulder had been carefully bandaged, and at this moment, except for the faint pain, it seemed that it had begun to heal. With some thirst in her throat, she noticed a steaming teacup on the table next to the bed, and walked over and took a sip.

There was a tinkling sound outside the door, and the white warbler followed the sound and looked out the window, and saw that outside the window, the man who had lured the zombie dog away on the river that day was beating on an iron bucket with the assistance of another little man.

Bai Xiujing put the military uniform on the side of the bed and walked towards the door.

The old wooden door creaked, and Chen Xiaowu looked up and saw that Bai Ying had already put on the military uniform that had been washed by Jiang Xiujing's slurry and was standing at the door.

At this time, there was no blood on her pale face, and she quietly looked at Chen Xiaowu and Jiang Xiujing who were stunned on the spot in the courtyard because she suddenly walked out. He turned his head again and carefully looked at the courtyard of the sand factory.

The traces of her fight with the zombie dog that day have been cleaned up quietly, and the body of Li Zhennan, who was half eaten by the zombie dog, was taken away together.

Jiang Xiujing, who was helping Chen Xiaowu on the side, hurriedly ran over to support Bai Ying, and said softly:

“It's a bit cold in the morning. You still don't go out" (the morning is a little cold, you still don't go out) fluent English came out of the soft voice, and Bai Ying realized that the bald little man who had been helping on the side turned out to be a girl.

“I'm all right. Thank you"

(In order to avoid the suspicion of making up the number of words, the dialogue between Jiang Xiujing and Bai Ying will be directly written in Chinese characters in the future)

The white warbler let go of the hand holding the door frame. With Jiang Xiujing's hand, he walked out of the duty room, and only responded lightly to Jiang Xiujing's concern. walked in the direction of Chen Xiaowu.

"Thank you for saving me." The hoarse voice said the words of thanks, but the tone was not very eager, and the calm look could not hide the tiredness, even if the serious injury was not healed at this time, the dignity of being a soldier did not allow her to show a weak posture in front of others.

So much so that at this time, Bai Ying's words of thanks to his savior benefactor were as if he was conveying the gratitude of others on behalf of others.

Although Chen Xiaowu didn't expect Bai Ying to be grateful to him, Bai Ying's strong and indifferent attitude at this time made him feel very unhappy, what kind of attitude do you have, did you save Lao Tzu or Lao Tzu saved you?

I was a little unhappy in my heart, and my tone was a little stiff and replied, "You're welcome." He lowered his head and stopped looking at Bai Ying, and then plunged the oil pipe in his hand into the hole in the iron barrel that had been drilled in advance.

"Where are the bodies of my comrades?" Bai Ying saw that Chen Xiaowu ignored him, so he simply asked what he had been thinking about since he woke up.

"Remains?" Chen Xiaowu sneered, "There are still any remains, one of them can still run and have already jumped into the river by themselves, and the other half of his body has been buried outside the yard by me and the corpse in the basement." Chen Xiaowu didn't raise his head, the oil pipeline in his hand was too soft, and it was difficult to penetrate the relatively thin hole he had deliberately pierced without some effort.

Hearing this, Bai Ying looked in the direction outside the sand factory, and sure enough, through the broken iron net of the sand factory, next to the sand pile more than ten meters away, a sand pile was quietly piled there. Bai Ying swallowed her saliva, moistened her throat, which had dried up from those two words, and walked straight to the sandbag outside the sand factory.

Jiang Xiujing hurriedly followed her, stretching out her hand to try to hold Bai Ying's somewhat vain steps. Bai Ying neither struggled nor accepted, I don't know if it was the illusion caused by her physical weakness, she felt as if her feet were stepping on a ball of cotton, although soft, but walking a little briskly.

Chen Xiaowu stopped what he was doing, and looked at Bai Ying who had walked to the gate of the sand factory suspiciously, this woman didn't know what kind of wind she was smoking, and she was going to go to the grave of her comrades after waking up after being dizzy for three or four days?

Then he saw the white warbler who had come to the sand pile, kneeling beside the sand pile, and began to pull out the sand with both hands. Is she going to detain the corpse out of the sand?

Chen Xiaowu was shocked when he saw this, is this woman sick and confused? If you don't worship well, why do you have to open the graves of your comrades?

"Are you crazy? What is this for? Chen Xiaowu jumped up and ran quickly towards the outside of the sand factory. Jiang Xiujing, who was standing beside Bai Ying, was also very flustered, not knowing whether to help Bai Ying or help her to pick up the sand.

"Li Zhennan is my comrade-in-arms, sacrificed for the country, I thank you for burying him, you did what I didn't do, but you shouldn't bury him with the enemy, it's an insult to him, even if he dies, he won't rest in peace." The warbler continued to slowly but surely peel through the sand.

The wound on his left shoulder was caused by excessive force, and a trace of blood oozed out. She didn't look up, but said calmly to Chen Xiaowu, who came in a hurry.

Chen Xiaowu, who was about to pick up the white warbler from the sand, was stunned, he had never thought about this problem before, in his opinion, since a person is dead, it is dead, and the identity, glory, grievances, and obsessions when he is alive have all disappeared, and no one will care, let alone care.

But at this time, the weak and resolute white warbler was telling her with actions.

There are still those who care about these things that disappear with his body, and those who are still alive care about the dead.

Bai Ying cares about Li Zhennan buried in the sand, Liu Jianbin cares about the soldiers who died in the cabin, and even he cares about Liu Jianbin who committed suicide in front of him.

He couldn't tell this feeling, but he just felt like a kind of responsibility, and like a kind of faith, although he couldn't understand this emotion for a while, but he suddenly felt that Bai Ying was right, and if he was buried with the enemy in a hurry, Li Zhennan would not be laid to rest in peace.

So he turned around and took out a shovel from the yard and dug it up from the other end of the sand. The white warbler's sweat flowed down. Although the excavation was relatively slow, it still made her seriously injured body a little unbearable.

Seeing that Chen Xiaowu rushed back to help her dig up the corpse of her comrade-in-arms, she thanked her softly, but she didn't spit it out when she reached her mouth.

Zhao Changguang was cautiously lying on the carriage of a freight train at this time.

Under the carriage, a zombie wearing the uniform of a railway staff was pacing back and forth with a low roar, and the originally black and shiny leather shoes, after he walked unconsciously for so many days, had long been scratched by the stones under the tracks, and his dark blue face festered with large and small black spots; The eyes have been covered with a white mucous membrane due to the prolonged opening, which is typical of most zombies at this time.

It could vaguely smell the smell of blood around it, and after searching for a long time but finding nothing, it kept wandering around the carriage.

For three days, Zhao Changguang cautiously made his way home, and like Chen Xiaowu, he now had a deep fear of the water in nature exposed to the air. After receiving the two bags of instant noodles that Chen Xiaowu threw at him, clean drinking water became a fatal problem during his short trek.

After two days of thirst, he finally found half a bottle of mineral water that had been thrown away by his previous travelers next to the railway tracks next to the station. After recovering some of his spirits, he cheered up and turned over a freight train that stopped at the railway station in Linjiang Town.

Unlike other crowded train stations, Linjiang Town Railway Station is not a big station, except for two trains a day to the provincial capital, most of the trucks that stop in the town are suspended here for the sake of time.

At this time, the long freight train that Zhao Changguang boarded almost crossed the Linjiang Town Railway Station, so that Zhao Changguang, who was crawling slowly on the train, could successfully avoid several zombies wandering on the railway with the help of this truck.

The smell of disappearing flesh made the zombies next to the train a little agitated, and they couldn't help but let out a louder roar, causing the zombies next to the railway to sway closer to here.

Zhao Changguang saw the movement under the car, and couldn't help lying on the car, not daring to move a bit.