The third son took some people to arrange today's camp on the hill, today's harvest is rich, Zhang Xiaoqiang's men found a temporary new oilcloth in a simple house, these oilcloth just provided the best materials for the construction of the campsite, the third son took people to bury the steel pipe with the thickness of a straight cup into the soil, and used the buckle pliers to build the scaffolding to fasten the steel pipe tightly, a few steel pipes were connected, a frame came out, and then a tarpaulin was used, and the steel wire was tied, it was a standard simple house, Spread a layer of dry yellow sand on the ground, spread a small cut oilcloth, spread a quilt, and sleep comfortably.

Honest people are not idle, he took a few people to busy the steel bars and steel pipes on the ground to tie up, as long as the car comes, you can directly load the car, the two little sisters also came out today, and they wore small work clothes to help honest people tie together.

In the distance, the fat cook and a few women are busy around a cauldron, the cauldron is on top of an empty oil drum, and a mouth-shaped mouth is opened under the oil drum, and half of the wood with a thick arm is exposed, and the fire of the wood burning faintly penetrates the outside, and the three-foot-high red flame sprays outward against the bottom of the pot, and the fat cook is sweating profusely at the temperature of the flame, he stands on the stove and waving a big frying spoon, and from time to time loudly orders the woman who plays the lotus next to him to pour the ingredients into the big iron pot, and the fragrance of the stir-fry is dispersed by the wind after a while, Whether he is resting at the moment, or still busy smelling the smell of rice, he can't help but look at the fat cook.

Yang Keer sat on a folding chair on the hillside, listening to music while wearing headphones while watching the busy crowd, she was very complacent, stretched a lazy waist and continued to look at the busy crowd, she was a little happy in her heart, she did the hard work when she was with Zhang Xiaoqiang, sometimes she thought that she was in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, was it 'Yang Keer = coolie?' 'Now I don't have to work with her, it feels so good to watch other people work, is this what the boss lady feels?

Shangguan Qiaoyun sat at the door of the simple room, with an ammunition box embedded with iron sheets in front of her, a layer of white cloth was spread on the ammunition box, and the disassembled M1 Garand rifle parts were placed on the white cloth, she was holding the component of the trigger and wiping it with a rag, and there was a bottle of lubricant at hand that Wang Le had to replace the gun oil, Shangguan Qiaoyun's dream was no longer to wh, nor was it to become stronger by men, her thoughts had changed again, she wanted her unpredictable marksmanship to be used at any time, and she didn't want to be controlled by that weird feeling, Her body must let herself call the shots, and she put down the trigger and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was standing on the top of the slope to check the progress of the work under him, and he had no idea about Shangguan Qiaoyun's wait-and-see.

Half a ring, Shangguan Qiaoyun retracted her gaze, and continued to maintain the gun, her feelings for Zhang Xiaoqiang are very complicated, she wants to get close to him but is afraid of getting too close, making Zhang Xiaoqiang think that she is a casual woman, but she doesn't approach Zhang Xiaoqiang turned a blind eye to her, she wanted to wait for him to take the initiative to pursue herself, and she didn't care how many women he had, excellent men in the last days were too rare, and only with excellent men could life and materials be guaranteed, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was too wooden to her, didn't take the initiative at all, is it because he can't satisfy him? The most annoying thing is that Zhang Xiaoqiang used to like to play a little warm with her, but now Zhang Xiaoqiang sees her like seeing a ghost, why? Have you become scary now?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the busy crowd, and still had a sense of accomplishment in his heart, now his size is also a board, and there are nearly 100 people under him who are running hard for themselves, although there are only more than 20 subordinates who really dare to work hard, but what kind of world is this? This is the last days when there is not one in the population, and now that there are so many people under his hands, it is already very good, and when he is full of ambition, the corner of his eye sweeps into the air and something flies down.

A humanoid object fell quickly from the break of the viaduct, the distance of forty or fifty meters was not long, Zhang Xiaoqiang's head just took up, and the thing smashed under the bridge with a 'through', and then there was no movement except for stirring up some dust, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that there were more than a dozen zombie corpses in different postures lying under the fracture of the viaduct, including many evolved zombies.

Zhang Xiaoqiang understood why there were so few zombies in the camp, 10 o'clock in the morning was the time for construction, it was still early for lunch, all the construction workers were on the construction site, except for the cooks in the camp, who were in charge of the materials, Zhang Xiaoqiang led people to kill only an insignificant small part of the zombies on the construction site, and the big head was still on the viaduct above his head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the police dagger hanging on his left leg and slashed it towards his palm, but he saw the serrated blade, he couldn't do it, he couldn't do anything about self-harm, his self-healing ability was fast, but the pain couldn't close the screen! He turned to look at his men and wondered if he was looking for someone to carry them.

Zhang Huai'an? Not too old, honest man? Looking at the honest man who was talking and laughing with the little sister, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, forget it, don't bully the honest man, he swept his eyes to other people again, Wang Chong saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking around in the crowd, thinking that Zhang Xiaoqiang was looking for someone to do things, so he hurriedly ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side to ask.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Wang Chong who ran over by himself and was a little speechless, he hadn't seen anyone send him to donate blood for free after the end of the world, but now this Wang Chong, who was very frustrated and trampled on, sent himself to the door? Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say much just to ask him to donate a little blood, Wang Chong's face turned pale when he heard it, he didn't say anything, "brushed" his sleeves and stretched his arm in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, looking at Wang Chong who tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, Zhang Xiaoqiang used a dagger to lightly slash the back of his arm, a line of red marks slowly appeared, and then blood beads oozed out, Wang Chong saw the drizzle on his arm and was a little puzzled.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't explain, let him stand with him and look at the viaduct, Wang Chong pinched his arms for some reason, raised his head high and looked at the forty or fifty meters high viaduct above his head, suddenly a black spot appeared at the top of the viaduct, and slowly he could see that it was a staggering zombie, and new zombies appeared behind it, and they all went to the bridge to attract the smell of blood and kept walking towards the break.

"Bumping ......" when the first zombie fell under the bridge, there were zombies falling off the bridge one after another, some zombies were still wearing yellow, or red hard hats, the zombies' black bodies were connected into a line at a height of forty or fifty meters in the air, and they continued to fall under the bridge until the line formed a waterfall composed of corpses, and not all zombies had good luck falling on the ground under the bridge.