readx; Liu Lin drove, and Wei Zhonghua was lying on the floor of the carriage, missing the disappearing leather seats very much, and couldn't sleep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ。。。。。

Tossing and turning, thinking of an extremely important thing that has been avoided。。。。。。

An Mei on the background of the mobile phone is extremely warm, half a lifetime。。。。。。 But......

Anmei 。。。。。。 Is that you? Or are you still? Or......

It is in that endless cycle of reincarnation, from the fate of countless passes, that makes me come from the depths of time and reunite with you.

If it weren't for me, there must be someone who loves you.

There will also be Wei Zhonghua and An Mei, who are white for a hundred years。。。。。。

。。。。。。

On the highway, Shu Jun drove with a gloomy face, the truck was galloping, the music was roaring, and the night wind was still faintly whistling in his ears.

There are stars but no dreams, there is hatred and impermanence, and there is no trace in the night.

In order to avoid Wei Zhonghua, he strongly requested to carry out the task of luring the zombies of the Fengdu Grain Depot in this war. Bai Guangzhong persuaded him and said a lot of good things for Wei Zhonghua, saying that everyone is actually a kind of person or something.

Maybe。。。。。。 But it is not destined to be friends, because they are both deeply in love。。。。。。 The same person.

The zombies swarmed behind him, making the night noisy, and he only felt confusion and silence deep in his bones.

In order to avoid him, Anmei even left Camp 1 and went to the telecommunications base station to stay there.

Bang, the car hit the barrier, Shu Jun clicked the brakes, adjusted the steering wheel, and the car shook as if drunk. He looked at the speedometer, sixty 。。。。。 I actually drove fast again, and I clicked the brakes.

Bang, the railing on the window was deformed, an ugly face flashed, and it slid down in an instant, and the smell of fishy came to the face.

Shu Jun frowned and pulled down his mask.

Bang bang。。。。。。

The railings on the car shook in unison, and countless zombies pounced on them and fell again.

Forty......

An iron-blue arm slammed into the cab, Shu Jun tilted his head, and blood was still oozing.

Twenty......

A zombie slammed into the front window, grabbing the railing and obscuring the view.

Shu Jun saw the zombie's red eyes flashing, and looked at each other silently, as if it had been a long time, maybe just for a moment.

The car was modified to be unusually stubborn, swaying in the tide of zombies, but it kept moving forward.

It looks like a cage, and he may be the prisoner in his heart。。。。。。

Boom, the truck regained its strength and slammed into the barrier again。。。。。。

Shu Jun lazily played the steering wheel, left 。。。。。。 Right...... Left...... Right...... Bored to death.

In the crevices occasionally exposed by the zombies, a bright light flashed and shot into the bottom of the eyes.

Shu Jun squinted, it was about to end。。。。。。 It's over...... Yes.

Sixty......

Hundred......

Two hundred and one 。。。。。。

Suddenly there was a brightness in front of him, and a deeper darkness was suspended in the night, as if there was a nightmare in his heart, and another light flashed.

Shu Jun had already closed his eyes.

3。。。。。。 2。。。。。。 1。。。。。。 Brake...... Brake...... Turn......

I pulled out my cigarette, I didn't plan to smoke it, but now 。。。。。。 Smoke it.

The cigarette butt began to light and go out, unchanged on the face.

A figure rushed out of the roadside, and someone knocked on the railing with a war knife: "Deputy 。。。。。。 regiment Here's one. ”

The maglev helicopter above the truck slowly descended in front of the truck, and the dark red light behind the buttocks seemed like helpless ashes after burning violently.

Everyone closes their eyes or turns their heads.

Brush!

A blue light burst into the night like a sharp sword, and swept left and right with a slight pause.

The road surface is cleared.

Get up...... Get up...... Rise.

Shu Jun, who squinted, snapped off the stereo.

Who invented this? What a bad taste。。。。。。

。。。。。。

Seventy or eighty cars with their headlights turned on, illuminating the No. 3 warehouse from a distance, and three or two zombies wandered and hesitated, just loitering, obviously sensing the light, but they didn't know what it meant.

"Guards, let's change the song。。。。。。"

"Hmm~" Wei Zhonghua laughed playfully and shook his head: ". . . Don't you feel your blood boiling? It's the national anthem. ”

The passionate national anthem sounded, Wei Zhonghua beat lightly, shook his head: "Get up。。。。。。 Get up...... ”

The sporadic zombies roared and pounced, and for the first time, they looked pitiful and ridiculous in front of the silent convoy.

"Who's going to go up and practice?"

They were all silent, and Ren Wenjun rushed forward: "Don't rob me!" ”

Liu Lin beckoned, and the convoy circled slightly and drove into the grain depot.

A team of evolutionaries began to investigate, some people went straight to the line, some people installed generators, and the convoy was quickly stopped. Some people are anxious, and they are idle anyway, so they start to carry and show their muscles. When carrying four bags at a time, and shouting for another bag, someone threw one bag and smashed it to the ground, causing laughter.

Ren Wenjun walked over aggrievedly: "I'm 。。。。。。 What about playing? ”

Wei Zhonghua shouted: "Liu Lin, hurry up!" There are more than a dozen warehouses, don't bother, huh? ”

Seeing that Ren Wenjun had nothing to do: "Xiao Ren, you take someone to clear the treasury over there first." ”

Ren Wenjun rolled his eyes: "I'm not interested." ”

Damn, it's against you。。。。。。

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Sujiatun.

Xu Qiang led the reinforcements, and heard that the eight regiments and the nine regiments were almost gone, and only a few people were snatched out of one charge, not evolutionaries, and there was basically no possibility of survival.

Armoured vehicles blocked the gaps in the wall, but the ubiquitous alleys and alleys were thinning the forces, the jumbled houses and buildings blocked the firing range, and the gloomy night was sinister and vicious, filled with a foul smell and noise, which could not be illuminated by even the skyrocketing fire, and could not bring a sense of safety and warmth.

"Who chose this place?" Xu Qiang frowned and turned around to ask.

"Oh, it's Yinzhou Camp No. 3 behind。。。。。。 Hu Haiping approached.

"Oh!" Xu Qiang's voice rose unconsciously, and he didn't turn around, revealing a sneer, "It's been a few days, haven't you transferred?" ”

“。。。。。。 If you can't go fast, there are still people。。。。。。 Hu Haiping lowered his head and opened the notebook, "。。。。。。 No one organized it, right? Aren't the leaders all in our Camp Five? ”

"Humph。。。。。。" Xu Qiang turned his head, rubbed his neck gently, and restrained his smile, "Do you want to hold on?。。。。。。 That's not. ”

Bow your head and ponder.

The gunfire was non-stop, and the explosions were heard one after another.

It's blocking the road to Yinzhou, and the zombies are rolling in, defending and resisting every 。。。。。。 Protecting people from evacuation。。。。。。 I'm sick of the brain.

"Support some military vehicles and help the people。。。。。。 Evacuate 。。。。。。 Don't worry about the rags, throw them away。。。。。。 Three hours later。。。。。。 No, two hours later。。。。。。 If you don't withdraw, die. Xu Qiang turned around, "I can't stop it。。。。。。 You say yes, right? ”

Hu Haiping was silent and closed the notebook。。。。。。

PS: Make it up! There is still zero o'clock!

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