readx; "Our captain Wu Yunsong is also an evolutionary, and he leads a team to fight to block, and they are all evolutionaries! But there are a lot of zombies, and there are advanced zombies. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ。。。。。 Can you hurry? ”

Wei Zhonghua glanced at it and saw Jin Sheng's hand holding the gun in the passenger seat moving unnaturally, smiled slightly, threw the half pack of cigarettes in his pocket to his lap, and did not speak.

"Hey, hey." Jin Sheng ordered one and threw the rest into the back compartment, "We're all done。。。。。。 ”

The smoke rose and Jin Sheng stopped talking.

In the distance, two trucks were parked in front of a farm, the flames blazing behind them, emitting a strong smell of gasoline, and the zombies leaping and roaring.

Wei Zhonghua's spiritual sense swept and found that the fuel tank was empty, and the fuel tank of one of the cars was damaged, so he couldn't help frowning.

The newly arrived car obviously attracted some zombies, and the gunfire in the car could not be ignored. There were more and more zombies, and Wei Zhonghua had to turn around, fighting guerrilla on the periphery, and couldn't find a gap to break in for a while.

"You come on, don't stop!" Wei Zhonghua hurriedly said a word to Jin Sheng and climbed into the back compartment. The car turned violently and collided, and Jin Sheng hurriedly took over the steering wheel: "What are you doing?" ”

In the carriage, Wei Zhonghua climbed with a rolling belt, tore the fixing tape of the spare oil drum, rolled half a barrel of oil to the side of the door, and yelled: "Open the door!" ”

The car door slid open, Wei Zhonghua rushed out of the car with an oil drum, and hit several zombies head-on, his arm hurt, and his skin was already bleeding. Suddenly turned the oil barrel around, ignoring the zombies that roared and pounced, he threw it diagonally, and Wei Zhonghua drew his knife to follow.

Dense claws in front of him。。。。。。

The knife flashed again and again, Wei Zhonghua rushed out, and kicked on the oil barrel, his face was bloodless.

The sound of gunshots, roars, and grenade explosions was deaf, as if time was slightly paused, Wei Zhonghua rolled under the feet of the two zombies that pounced, and jumped up again, stepping on the claws facing the sky, bringing up a slip of blood, rolling forward, and slamming on the head of a zombie.

Through the gap between the zombies, a red-faced man looked over, his eyes lit up, and he beckoned left and right to kill the rolling oil barrel.

Jin Sheng drove the crooked car around and drove back, bullets flying.

The sword light spun up against the ground, Wei Zhonghua stood up, gasped, and showed a sneer, you are still here!

Behind him, an iron-blue giant arm burst forward, silently.

Wei Zhonghua flickered, crashed into the arms of a zombie in front of him, as if he was connected as one, his body was short, compressed like a spring, pulled up, rotated, holding a knife in both hands, exhaling like thunder, when the advanced zombie was about to fall.

"Drink!" The body stretched out in the air flew gracefully like a big bird.

The sword light shrouded all directions.

The red-faced man finally reached the edge of the oil barrel, collided head-on with an advanced zombie, vomited blood and retreated. A teammate in the rear hurriedly kicked the oil drum in the direction of the farm and held him up.

The zombie was in front of him again, and two knives stabbed deeply.

Bang! The two flew backwards, and the zombie was unconscious, pounced with two knives.

Da Da Da 。。。。。。 A bullet struck the giant arm of the zombie's cross-guarded head, as if hitting a steel plate.

The red-faced man reluctantly pulled out half of his spare battle knife, and the blood rushed to his cheeks, reaching the bottom of his eyes, and his hands trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the sword was shining, and the red-faced man couldn't help blinking, and a black shadow rushed over: "Go back!" ”

Bang, the red-faced man was picked up and thrown into the farm door, his chest churning, Nima's, who is this.

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"You don't want food, don't you? Can't figure this out? ”

The red-faced man, that is, Wu Yunsong's face was gray at this time, and he sighed silently: "。。。。。。 Food is life. ”

Wei Zhonghua looked at him, and didn't know what to say. The food crisis has already begun to manifest itself, and it is no longer news to hear that people are dying of starvation in some areas. Due to the army's stationing and cleaning in the surrounding areas of Binhai City, the stock of grain has been preserved, and the situation is much better, which is also the reason why Wei Zhonghua is not deeply touched by this.

Shannan Province is economically underdeveloped, but the traditional large grain-producing province, in addition to supplying grain to the economically developed areas in the south and coastal areas, has also built seven or eight well-known state-level grain depots to facilitate local grain collection and grain allocation.

"All this food was bought by the brothers in exchange for their lives!" A man with a bloody and dusty face next to him struggled to get up.

Even Shannan has to exchange his life for food?

"Pack up。。。。。。 Let's get out there and talk about it. Wei Zhonghua waved his hand, took a deep breath, felt okay, drew his knife and walked out the door. According to Wei Zhonghua's meaning, half a barrel of oil was added to the relatively intact truck, which allowed everyone to rush out, but the people in the grain transport team did not do it, and the car was full of grain.

Outside the house, the zombies were temporarily blocked by the narrow entrance and heavy gunfire, and they didn't know where to attack over the wall, or where to defend these few guns and the few grenades left.

Wei Zhonghua climbed into a truck, the two advanced zombies had just been forced back, and they were retreating not far away to lick their wounds, speaking of which, the recovery speed of the wounds of the advanced zombies had reached an astonishing level. Wei Zhonghua frowned, trying to take advantage of its illness to kill it.

It's a little farther away, and although the wounds in various parts of the body are healing at an alarming rate, more exaggerated than zombies, the exhaustion still seeps deep into the bones. Can't wait any longer, Wei Zhonghua slowly exhaled a breath and jumped off suddenly.

Rushing into the pile of zombies, two advanced zombies not far away roared and pounced。。。。。。

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The two heavy trucks miraculously rushed back to the convoy, causing a burst of cheers from the grain transportation team, everyone fought and retreated, and finally fled back to the temporary position of Wangjiaji, which also attracted a large number of zombies, but fortunately, Liu Qinghua and they kept up with many people one after another, and they could withstand it.

After some busyness, most of the people and some vehicles in good condition were left behind, waiting for Liu Lin and Ren Wenjun to return, and Wei Zhonghua and the grain transportation team immediately evacuated.

When you go back, you can't take the small road, heavy trucks will definitely not be able to pass, there are congestion and collapses in many places on the national highway, and you will be upset by constantly detouring the road to eliminate dilapidated vehicles and other troubles, which will make Wei Zhonghua upset.

After a period of time, people on the road were found one after another, except for the truck loaded with food, which was already overweight, other vehicles began to take in these old, weak, sick and disabled, and after talking, they learned that the nearby camps had been notified to gather at Camp No. 5 on the coast, and these people were all left behind.

These weak and desperate people, from time to time some people lie down on the side of the road, see the convoy, their dim eyes suddenly shine with an astonishing bright light, standing or climbing to the middle of the road at a very fast speed, Wei Zhonghua had to ask everyone to help these people get on the bus.

There are more and more people, and 。。。。。。 Unsurprisingly, the car began to break down frequently.

Shen Bo from Shannan found Wei Zhonghua and said that Wu Yunsong was looking for it.

When Wei Zhonghua came to Wu Yunsong, who was recuperating from his injuries in the car, the situation was actually obvious, so the two ordered to stop, while overhauling the vehicle, and arranging to unload some of the grain and make a fire on the spot for cooking.

Bags of grain were opened, some emitted a faint musty smell, and there was no extra water to clean, and no one cared, and soon, the smell of rice spread, and many old and weak people around all kinds of different and strange pots swallowed silently, motionless.

Wei Zhonghua looked sad, but he just explained that he cooked it a few more times, and at the same time sent a car to the front to contain it, if he could save one more, many people who died on the road were just a bite to eat.

The people from Shannan were very enthusiastic, busy before and after, but everyone on the side of the road who had a tone spared no effort to rescue, and soon the car was injured. In this regard, Wu Yunsong did not say much except to strengthen screening.

Facing Wei Zhonghua's admiring gaze, Wu Yunsong just smiled faintly and bitterly: "Our side 。。。。。。 There is no one to save this kind of road。。。。。。 Can't be saved. ”

Oh, Wei Zhonghua go away, maybe。。。。。。 When there is ability, people's hearts are still good.

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