The three of them guarded the staircase on the sixth floor and continued to advance downstairs. The camouflage uniform paid attention to adjusting its position at any time, and moved from the platform on the sixth floor to the staircase between the fifth and sixth floors, so as to facilitate the shooting of the zombies on the fifth floor. At this time, Zhou Jitang and Dong Yuan also advanced downward, to the staircase on the fifth floor to clear the corpse and block it.

The zombies followed the sound, and there were not too many who rushed to the sixth floor, but with each floor down, the number of zombies increased exponentially.

Moreover, the sound of slashing upstairs will attract the zombies downstairs to run up, and the sound of running will attract the zombies on the lower floors to come up, and more and more zombies will enter the corridor through the first or second floor, or jump to the second floor. At this time, the first, second, and third floors were already crowded with zombies.

"Can't go any further! Take it when you see it! Otherwise, it will attract more zombies! Dong Yuan said to Zhou Jitang beside him.

"Kill the last few that ran up and retreat into the house!" Zhou Jitang agreed to Dong Yuan's proposal and began to shrink the battle line.

At this time, the stairs between the fifth and sixth floors were already covered with corpses, about twenty of them, and the three of them could not find the blank ground, so they could only step on the corpses and return to the room.

The man in camouflage clothes entered the house, Dong Yuan second, Zhou Jitang was behind, he slashed the two zombies who followed as quietly as possible, stood on the platform, and saw that the zombies downstairs did not catch up in groups, so he retreated into the house and gently closed the door

The three of them returned to the house after a fight, leaving a bloody footprint in the house.

He stomped his foot in the hiking shoes he wore in camouflage uniform, and a small cloud of bloody fog rose from the ground.

Dong Yuan and Zhou Jitang carried several zombie corpses in the house to the window and threw them to the ground. The corpse fell into the crowd of corpses, and disappeared in an instant, as if it had disappeared into the ocean.

"There are still so many zombies out there, what should I do in a while?" Dong Yuan looked downstairs blankly and asked Zhou Jitang. He didn't notice that Zhou Jitang had already left the balcony and entered the house.

Zhou Jitang didn't hear the question, he threw the body downstairs, glanced at the spectacular scene downstairs, turned around and walked to the kitchen, picked up a clean knife, and walked to the bedroom while staring at the camouflage uniform.

"Chang Bing, I'll check your legs." Chang Bing sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, and Zhou Jitang squatted next to Chang Bing, using the clean knife to cut through the fabric of her pants on her left leg and examine the wound.

Chang Bing's left leg was hit in the thigh, and the flesh and blood were blurred, but fortunately, when the stone passed through the wooden door, the strength weakened, otherwise Chang Bing's leg would not be able to be saved at all.

The more Zhou Jitang looked, the more angry he became, and he picked up the knife and wanted to find a camouflage uniform to settle accounts. Chang Bing could see that he was emotionally unstable, and grabbed his hand.

"Zhou Jitang! Don't go! I'm fine. ”

Zhou Jitang tried his best to restrain his emotions, he pushed Chang Bing's hand away, found a three-piece set that had not been opened, unpacked it, and used a knife to cut the sheets into long strips, wrapping the wound for Chang Bing. Then he found a pair of clean women's loose trousers from the closet and handed them to Chang Bing.

"I'll go out, Grandma Li, you help her, let her change it now." Zhou Jitang walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Chang Bing's pants were already covered with blood at this time.

The man in camouflage leaned into the living room, pulling out a box of cigarettes and a "Zomppo" lighter from his backpack (you read that right, this is Zhongzhou's brand of lighters). Leisurely light a cigarette, exhale a smoke ring, take a deep breath, and wash the smoke ring away.

Zhou Jitang leaned against the wall on the other side, looking at the arrogant and idleness of the man in camouflage uniform, and his heart began to catch fire.

"You're curious about who I am, aren't you?" The man in camouflage tilted his head.

"You're Mingxiu's person." Zhou Jitang asked questions without thinking.

"Mingxiu? What is Mingxiu? Can I eat it? The man in camouflage gave a confused expression, then smiled coldly, "I'm my own person." ”

"Then why did you attack us?"

"Hey, hey, hey..."The man in camouflage grinned and took another deep puff of his cigarette.

He exhaled smoke and replied, "I'm just a contractor who feeds on bidding." ”

He paused, squinting, as if reminiscing about the good old days, "However, I've been wandering around here since the zombie crisis broke out. ”

"Robbing and killing people everywhere?" Zhou Jitang looked at him with hatred.

"Just to survive." The man in camouflage gave Zhou Jitang a cold look.

His cigarette had burned to the end, and he looked at it, took a sharp puff, and then stomped it out in the blood stains on the ground.

"So you now know why I'm attacking you? I don't have supplies, you have, it's that simple. Kill you, and I'll eat all your supplies!" The man in camouflage looked directly at Zhou Jitang, and that kind of frankness made Zhou Jitang speechless.

There is no law in troubled times, and they are clothed in the cloak of survival, and morality is also bleak.

Zhou Jitang scolded in his heart, scum, sooner or later, Lao Tzu will have to break people like you into pieces.

The man in camouflage also replied in his heart, you must be scolding me in your heart, so what? Lao Tzu is this kind of robber, you have the ability to cure me?

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Zheng Jieming at this time.

The exterior walls of the bungalow collapsed, but the interior walls and most of the side walls were intact, and the roof fell diagonally, enclosing the room in a triangular body, raising a thick cloud of cement dust.

In this dust mist, the zombies burrowed into the room through the gap between the roof and the ground, and frantically pounced on Zheng Jieming.

Zheng Jieming's eyes widened angrily, guarding the door of the backyard, a zombie howled and rushed out of the dust and mist, Zheng Jieming raised his knife, jumped on the spot, roared and slashed from top to bottom! The zombie's head was cut off.

He flicked the zombie to the side with his left hand, and another zombie rushed out of the dust and mist, Zheng Jieming raised the knife and waved it at the zombie's neck, the zombie's head fell to the ground, and the body ran two steps to the side, fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and did not move.

"Come on!!" Zheng Jieming shouted, as if he wanted to use all his strength to fight at the end of his life.

A large number of zombies poured into the house from the gap between the roof and the ground, and rushed into the backyard through the obstacles created by Zheng Jieming one after another, and were slashed by Zheng Jieming.

And more zombies climbed directly up the slope of the roof, and in an instant, the roof of the bungalow was densely packed with zombies.

Rumble!

The roof finally couldn't bear the weight, the bungalow collapsed twice, the zombies in the triangular space of the house were flattened, the blood overflowed, the zombies stepped on the roof, some continued to pass through the gaps in the rubble, towards Zheng Jieming, and some climbed to the other roofs without any purpose, and walked away along the tide of zombies.

In the gray fog, Zheng Jieming only saw more zombies crawling through the cracks in the rubble, but fortunately, the gaps were not big, and only three or two zombies could be allowed to come at a time. He desperately brandished the bone chopping knife in his hand. Seventeen! Eighteen! The corpses around him piled up more and more, and Zheng Jieming dragged the coffee table back a little to ensure that the surrounding space was not blocked by the corpses and could swing the knife.

A "monkey" zombie stepped on the corpse violently, pounced in from the gray mist, was blocked by the corpse mountain, and happened to pounce in front of Zheng Jieming, raising his head to bite. If it weren't for the corpse mountain in front of him, Zheng Jieming would probably have seen blood.

Zheng Jieming remembered this zombie face, this "monkey" zombie had blood hanging from the corners of its mouth - it was the blood of Huahui.

Zheng Jieming was furious, raised the bone chopping knife with both hands, and struggled to chop down, this knife pierced through the zombie's head and set on the superimposed corpses below. Blood splashed Zheng Jieming's face, and he pulled out the knife, and stabbed it several times in a row.

This "monkey" zombie was chopped into mud.

The knife is missing.

Zheng Jieming threw the waste knife into the dust and mist, turned around and pulled out a smaller kitchen knife.

Two more zombies squeezed in from the rubble at the same time, and Zheng Jieming happily killed them.

Ninety-seven! Ninety-eight!

Zheng Jieming became more and more courageous, covered in blood, at this time, he was like a Shura guarding the narrow entrance of the rubble, in the dust and blood mist, one husband should be closed, and ten thousand people could not be opened. The zombies kept squeezing through the gap and rushed over, Zheng Jieming's hands kept waving, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand had been worn out.

And Hua Hui lay among the flowers, tilting his head sideways, watching the man fight with all his might.

She no longer felt the pain in her right leg and ankle, but she felt a tear slip from the corner of her eye.

I don't know how long I killed it.

I don't know how many knives Zheng Jieming has changed, how many zombies he has killed, the corpses continue to accumulate, Zheng Jieming keeps retreating, and he has retreated to Hua Hui's side.

Mountains of corpses were piled up all around. A few more zombies crawled in from the ruins, only smelling the same kind of smell, and it was almost difficult to find the location of Zheng Jieming, they climbed on the corpse mountain, searching for the source of human breath.

Hua Hui lay among the flowers, she only had one last breath left, her eyes were gradually reddening, and some strange and strange pictures began to appear in her mind.

Zheng Jieming had exhausted the last bit of strength and was exhausted.

He stood among the mountains of corpses around him, looking up at the glass ceiling, which was crawling towards the east.

At this time, if you look down from the sky, thousands of zombies in the bungalow area are like locusts from west to east, and everywhere you pass, the bungalows are constantly crushed.

Occasionally, a few survivors let out a high-pitched cry in the night sky, but the sound soon faded away.

Squeak and squeak.

The ceiling made of tempered glass made a strange noise—if it had been an acrylic glass panel, it would have been crushed by now.

There were also strange noises coming from the surrounding walls.

Boom!!

With a loud bang, the glass ceiling was pressed down as a whole, and the zombies crawling on the corpse mountain were also firmly suppressed.

Zheng Jieming and Hua Hui were trapped in this small space surrounded by corpses and glass.

"That's not bad, the coffin is ready, it's still crystal." Zheng Jieming turned to look at Hua Hui, and then fell to his knees - he was completely unconscious in his legs and feet after the constant fighting.

Her eyes were already starting to turn red.

"Kill... Finish... I..."Hua Hui used her last breath to beg Zheng Jieming, she hoped that he would help her break it.

Zheng Jieming held Hua Hui's hand, her hand had become cold.

Zheng Jieming pulled out the last clean knife and fulfilled Huahui's last wish.

Blood dripped on the petals of the flowers beside him.

Then he himself fainted and collapsed beside Hua Hui, waiting for death to come.