Li Dingshi, the king of Guangyuan, was an architect before the end of the world, and when he occupied the county of Chuyang, he did not sit idly by, but divided the captives into three parts.

Some of them were killed directly as reserve food, some of them were used to improve the level of the management, and the remaining part was directly used as coolies to continue to build up the unfinished wall and build a large number of fortifications.

Outside the county, the seven or eight-meter-high reinforced concrete fence is almost complete.

The county highway is littered with damaged barbed wire, iron horses and masonry debris that a few days ago were placed on the main road for obstacles and bunkers, but when the zombies suddenly appeared, it all seemed so vulnerable.

The defense of Chuyang County consisted of only a few light infantry, only a few machine guns, and a measly eight wooden-handled grenades per soldier. This was originally an area to be abandoned, but the rest of the people did not have time to retreat.

The Roshan zombies that are more terrible than the tanks that have crushed them, the corrosive ravens that fly in the sky, and the endless army of zombies.

When the inhuman soldiers carrying the armor and carrying the heavy machine guns in their hands frantically vented the heavy machine guns in their hands, the bullets that tore through the air destroyed the psychological defense line of every recruit.

Not far from the command post [former county government building], there is a seven-story residential building, the top three floors have been bombarded by all kinds of artillery so that only a few pillars remain, the walls are full of bullet marks, and the house is full of dripping blood.

The wooden planks made of cover did not block the advance of the Inhumans, and the survivors behind the stronghold killed a lot of zombies, but they did not even kill a single Inhuman soldier, and when the Inhumans stepped over the last sandbag bunker outside the door, the fiercest soldiers died on the way to the charge, and the remaining dozens of women, children, old and young, could only raise their white guns and surrender.

The soldiers who resisted stubbornly were all stripped naked, thrown into the cauldron, sprinkled with spices and emitted a strange fragrance.

On both sides of the street were lonely human heads, pierced with sharpened sticks and stuck in the snow, their blood and brains frozen by the cold wind, like a military flag, proclaiming the authority of Inhuman rule.

Wei watched as the frail humans, dressed in shabby strips of cloth, struggled to carry sandbags and rocks on their backs, walking on the biting snow to contribute to the future of the Tiejing tribe.

"Give me a quick move! Despicable slave, who told you to stop! ”

A hideous, ugly-looking Inhuman with a baseball modification and a mace made of nails in his hand, paced around a group of slaves with a curse, and the small mace in his hand was whipped on the slaves' backs from time to time, regardless of whether he was lazy or not.

It's better to kill a few and have more food in the evening.

Looking at those frightened faces, Inhuman felt extremely satisfied.

The most intuitive embodiment of power is the pleasure of oppressing others.

"Ghost Fang, don't kill people, where does the prince have a list of people." "But you can use it for entertainment." ”

Slowly walking past a few of the overseers, he cracked his barbed mouth and looked at the little boy who had fallen in the snow, the disgust and indifference in his eyes frightening.

After the mutation, after receiving the information transmitted by the mutant gene, the Inhumans will give themselves a new name, representing their complete separation from the old era and swearing to the world that they will be the master of the new era.

No one knows the original name of Li Dingshi, the king of Guangyuan, and the four most important subordinates under him have also changed their names to be called 魑魅魍魉. He created the Iron Thorn Tribe, which represents the existence of the tribe as thorns of iron.

"Yes, master!" The ghost party played with the mace and flattered: "The minions will gather people together." ”

The captives who were carrying their belongings stopped to look around.

The people present were of different ages, more men than women.

The exhausted mist exhaled from their mouths, but they couldn't hide their fearful gaze.

They didn't resist, there were zombies everywhere outside the city, they hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and the bloody methods under the control of the Inhuman power made them dare not even the most basic begging.

Looking at the cowardly humans who only knew how to obey with satisfaction, Oni Fang looked at the boy who was so hungry that he was convulsing, smiled, raised his huge foot, and stepped on the face full of dirt with his captured military boots.

"Ahh

The boy in the midst of his voice change let out a terrible wail, and his thin fingers made a final struggle, sweeping away all the snow, and then clung to the groove in the ground, the sharp edge cutting his fingers.

The boy's father was a cowardly man, and he did not even dare to watch his son suffer, so he could only bury his head in his chest as an ostrich.

The overseer standing on the side carried the 95 rifle on his shoulder, and looked like the ancient Roman nobles watching the slaves struggle, for them who had no Internet and entertainment methods, except for women, they were teasing these bloodless slaves.

The process of mutation is wonderful.

The most amazing thing is that process, when they are driven to eat the first piece of human flesh, the influx of that power, the change in the body is more enjoyable than smoking DP. When they found out that not everyone can mutate, they felt that this was God's reward for food, and there was no pressure to discriminate against the old humans.

They see human beings as nothing more than food.

"Ah!!h

"Don't!"

The silence on the snow was broken by the woman's screams, and a woman with messy hair pushed through the crowd and accidentally threw herself on the snow, crawling like a pitiful worm to the feet of the Inhuman overseer.

She clung to the stranger's feet, using her last strength to pull the boy away.

"Mom... Save me... Dad..."

The boy's face was distorted under his feet, and his eyes were about to burst open because of the tremendous pressure, and the sound in his mouth began to blur.

Oni Fang looked down at this woman from a noble perspective, admiring the pleading and helplessness in her eyes, and what excited him the most was the tear stains that crossed the corners of his eyes, which was really the most effective C medicine.

"Dog thing, get out of here!" When the ghost party saw that his newly haired pants were soiled, he was furious.

He lifted the foot that was stepping on the boy and kicked the woman in the chest, kicking the woman three or four meters away with great force.

The cold snow was stained with crimson blood, and the woman struggled in the snow a few times, but still struggled to get up, and then fell down and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Her eyes were bright and gentle.

The body in his hands still crawled towards his child.

I don't know why, Oni Fang saw the so-called relatives, love, and friendship in humans, and as soon as that disgusting emotion appeared, he remembered the woman who smiled and let him eat.

"Slave, stop me!" He yelled, but things were unexpected.

The woman's instinct, as a mother, ignores all threats of death and still crawls persistently. The boy also had bloodshot corners of his mouth, and after regaining sight in his eyes, he crawled to his mother.

Just then, a gun was held against the boy's head.

"You crawl! You're moving, I'll smash his head! ”

The woman raised her eyes and looked at him as if they were full of mockery and pity.... And relief?!

From the moment she pushed through the crowd, she understood what the ending was, nothing more than a dead word.

"Fuck you!"

Among the dozens of people, there was finally a man standing there, holding a piece of cement and rushing up, and the ghost pouted disdainfully.

"I hate heroes the most." Ghost Fang raised his hand and it was a shot, the bullet pierced his chest, and after rolling, the bullet actually hit an old man who was kneeling on the ground at one time.

"Ah!!h

The crowd screamed, but they remained on their knees, not daring to get up and run away, or resist.

Looking at the woman's desperate eyes, Oni Fang reaped a satisfied smile, and that ugly face was full of morbid expressions.

He was ready to raise his hand, ready to smash the boy's head and make the woman scream.

But at this moment, Wei Wei, who had been standing on the side and watching the play for a long time, walked up and stretched out his hand from the black robe and put it on the muzzle of the gun.