Song Buning urged the black line with all her might, her mind tingled, and there were already seven or eight zombies around her who couldn't move, making it a little difficult for her to move. reacted chaotically for a while, and was immediately grabbed by a zombie crawling on the ground with only the upper half of his body, and fell to the ground.

Looking at the zombies around him with their mouths open and showing their black fangs, Song Buning, who was tearing the zombie hand on the ground, felt despair in his heart.

Thinking of those who were torn apart but had not yet lost their breath, she didn't want to die like that, and her other hand had already raised the sharp knife that was fighting the zombies......

"Bang bang", there was a sudden gunshot in the distance, Song Buning was shocked, and the tip of the knife that was stabbing at the heart turned, and stabbed into the eye socket of the zombie on the ground with only the upper body.

Soon the gunshots above his head rang out, and when he looked up, he saw that more than half of the zombies were instantly missing, most of them fell to the ground, some of them shot their heads with guns, and some were only shot in the shoulder, and so on.

Song Buning lay on the ground, and saw a convoy coming from a distance out of the corner of his eye, feeling that an off-road vehicle driving in front was a little familiar, and the windows of several cars behind him were sticking out of the muzzles of black holes. In the middle are two buses, and behind them are converted trucks with several machine guns blaring out on them, regardless of whether there are zombies or living people on the road.

"Bang" A different gunshot rang out, Song Buning looked sideways, his pupils contracted, and there was a person who escaped lying not far away. The muzzle of a black hole in the center of his eyebrows was slowly flowing out of red and white brains, flowing on the ground and gathering into a shallow pool, his wide eyes seemed to be unbelievable, and he seemed to be dead.

A sharp whistle sounded in the distance, followed by excited shouts, flattering voices, "Brother Bin's marksmanship is really getting more and more amazing, this can be hit!" ”

Song Buning looked at all this, and only felt that there was a fire called anger burning in his chest.

Such people are a disaster to society in peacetime, and now in the last days they are indiscriminately killing innocents, they are simply scum, what a scourge.

Suddenly, her heart sank, and she immediately bowed down, grabbed the zombie corpse at hand and blocked it in front of her, fortunately, she was originally surrounded by zombies, but now her body is blocked for the most part, and her clothes and hair are full of zombie rancid slime, which is no different from zombies at first glance.

Keenly feeling a sharp gaze sweeping to this side, Song Buning quickly closed his eyes, held his breath, and didn't dare to move.

Yang Bin swept his gaze forward, and the breath of the person who was hit by himself was gone, but he always felt as if he had ignored something. Hearing all kinds of compliments from his little brother, he was inevitably a little proud in his heart, and he didn't care, smiled, and commanded the team to continue to drive forward.

With his hands behind his head, looking at the newly collected hands and newly robbed weapons, he only felt that the hegemony was just around the corner, and in his heart, the life of the last man was as cheap as an ant, and it should have been the world of the strong.

This time, he took his younger brother to go to Yangyang County to collect a batch of grain, and then go to a city with little power to develop, after all, no matter how good he lives under others, he can't be as good as being the boss himself.

After that gaze swept away, Song Buning dared to move slightly, and shrank in the pile of corpses to look at those who suddenly appeared.

They are obviously very strong, they have plenty of ammunition, they are very arrogant, and the cars are all modified, and they have been crushed all the way. It looked like he was going to collect supplies, followed by several trucks.

On a truck, a red-haired young man with a machine gun and a whining voice was not the red hair he met that day. Isn't this the same way you met that day?

Thinking of the previous incident, Song Buning couldn't help but sneer, his eyes were cold, looking at the swaggering convoy, his thoughts were racing.

The zombies were scattered at the intersection of the Blue Bridge, the vehicles were not completely blocked on the road, and no one in the convoy got out of the car to clean up. However, hundreds of zombies enjoying a big meal are now blocked on the bridge, and the fence at the head of the bridge has long been washed away by the zombies, and wooden stakes and other objects are scattered on the ground. If you want to get out of the city from the bridge, you have to get out of the car to clean up the zombies that are too crowded, and there are fences that can block the car.

Looking at those who got out of the car to clean up, Song Buning's eyes lit up, and he had to sigh that there was a godsend.

She is a very resentful person, and now she sees this group of people who regard human life as a mustard and have tried to kill her appear in front of her, how can she bear it.

And they have developed so fast in a short period of time, there are more than 100 people on this mission, and if she lets it go, it will be difficult for her to retaliate. What's more, now that the enemy is in the dark, I am in the light, and those who get out of the car, what is impossible?

A few thoughts flashed through my mind, and I already had a plan in my mind. Tear off the blood-stained pants, condense water from your fingertips to clean the wound, tear off the cloth of the other side of the pants and wrap it around the injured knee, and quickly clean it up.

Then crawled towards the person who had just died, Song Buning stroked his wide-open eyes, but found that he couldn't close them, so he had no choice but to turn his clothes over and cover his head.

Tear off the clothes and pants of the zombie next to him, wrap the warm blood that is still flowing on the ground until it is soaked, and then put it at various intersections not far away.

Only the red hair on the modified truck of the convoy is still "banging" with a machine gun, but unfortunately the accuracy is extremely poor, and few hit the zombie head, everyone watched, but no one dared to say anything.

Most of the people came down to clean up the zombies, and the road surface, the convoy was almost all middle-aged men, and the speed was extremely fast, and most of them were quickly cleared.

Song Buning didn't dare to delay any longer, and under the cover of the corpse pile, he moved to the nearest place for those people's convoy. Taking advantage of the moment when those people turned their heads to chat, they rolled on the spot and flashed under the car.

It may be that no one would have thought that someone would dare to approach such a convoy, many people are patrolling the zombies outside, and they don't pay much attention to the inside of the convoy or the bottom of the car.

Song Buning sneered, took out the knife, tried to make a quiet movement, pierced the fuel tank, and found that it was not full, so he filled it with "high-grade oil" (water) and then plugged it.

Because of Song Buning's carefulness, there was no overflow of the smell of gasoline that made people feel abnormal. Until she got under the first few SUVs, the people behind her didn't realize the difference.

The sun is hot, the temperature is hot, and the slight wind carries a slight smell of blood and a strong rancid smell, which does not blow away the stuffy heat, but makes people irritable.

Yang Bin looked at the layers of zombies upside down in front of him, the air was stinky and hot, and he felt that the world was like a pot of salted fish that had been spoiled, and his originally excellent mood suddenly became irritable.

"The action gives me numbness, didn't Nima's eat?"

Yang Bin shouted, withdrew the gun, loaded the bullet, pulled the safe, and held it for a while but took it in his hand and turned it around.

Song Buning gritted his teeth and lay under the fourth car, never daring to move.

Looking at the man who was turning the gun, I intuitively felt that he was the brother Bin that these people often talked about, the red-haired brother, very dangerous.

The smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and Song Buning looked at a few intersections not far away, waiting for an opportunity.