When Yuan Yi saw the back of him raising his gun and shooting, the back of the lonely walking in the center of the town, the back of hiding in the corner and crying, the back of standing at the gate and waving a sword to fight the big mouse, all the backs overlapped and merged.

Looking at his not generous back, she wanted to melt into his back, she shot the last bullet at the rats, threw herself into the pistol and walked behind him, hugged him, she decided, if you want to die, die with him, the thoughts in her mind quickly changed, until the moment he took her hand and ran to the ammunition box in the dark ammunition depot.

The rifle had already been emptied, and he threw it aside, and the large-caliber pistol in his hand fired six bullets into the rat swarm in a row, and the Desert Eagle, which had the last bullet left, was pointed by him at the neatly stacked 70mm high-explosive rounds next to him.

An emaciated figure rushed over with a jet-black pistol.

It was him, the guy who tied the big black-framed glasses with a fine hemp rope behind his head, the guy who looked very frustrated and looked very easy to bully, the guy who was read by Zhang Xiaoqiang as a net worm, his body was thin and thin, he was thin and thin, he picked up a 70mm high-explosive bomb, and ran in the direction of the rat swarm without looking back.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's gaze extended along his running figure, until he saw him rushing into the overwhelming swarm of rats with an eight-pound high-explosive bomb.

One by one, the big rats crawled on him and bit him, the yellow military uniform on his body turned into strips of rags dyed red, he ignored the big rats hanging on his body, he ignored the sharp pain caused by the wounds on his body that were eaten by the rats, his body spasmed because of the severe pain, he didn't care about everything around him, he was once timid and cowardly, and he only had the mouth of the tunnel where the rats kept pouring out of him.

Wang Chong held the heavy high-explosive bomb and kept struggling forward in the dense swarm of rats, he could feel his body slowly being gnawed away by the rats hanging on him, he could feel the high-explosive bomb in his hand getting heavier and heavier, he could feel the intense pain like a ** huge wave coming towards him, as if he would be knocked down by this huge wave in the next moment, all the feelings gathered together were the most desperate.

The desperation didn't knock down the seemingly cowardly him, and he decided from the moment he took the step to pick up the high-explosive bomb.

He has always been cowardly in the eyes of everyone, even his parents thought he was a timid good boy, only he knew that he was not, but watching his parents who raised him with hard work and hard work taught him how to behave, he gave in, retreated again and again, and everyone bullied him.

The girl he secretly liked also looked down on him, he wanted to resist, he wanted to tell the people of the world that he was not afraid, he was not afraid of anyone, but in the end he was still afraid, when he saw his father who was under the weight of life and was lying on his back, when he saw his mother's long hair slowly graying, he was afraid, he couldn't bear to see his parents disappointed.

He was in love, he liked that girl very much, he liked her smile, he liked her eyes, he liked her bad temper, he greeted her with all his love, he used his heart to tolerate everything about her, and when the girl nodded and mingled with him, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

He wanted to tell everyone he knew how nice and lovely the girl he was with, how much he liked her, yes, all of them, whether it was his friends or his enemies.

It's a pity that happiness is short-lived, how can that spoiled girl know that a man is really good? She yearns for glitz, vanity, trends and fashion, all of which he can't give.

The girl was going to break up with him, looking at the girl's familiar and unfamiliar little face, he nodded, the moment he nodded, his heart was torn in half, he didn't want to stay in this boring town anymore, he went to college outside, worked outside, for four years, and when he returned home, the world changed.

When he escaped, he didn't know what was going on, he met Brother Long, he knew that everything had changed, people had become zombies, the survivors were struggling to survive in the mouths of the zombies, and the despair of losing his family had not been tearing at his heart for a day, he felt a kind of relief in the despair of losing his family, the ease of being unrestrained, no one asked him to be a man with his tail between his legs, no one would teach him to endure after being bullied, his heart was free, a kind of empty freedom...... He joined the food snatching squad in the eyes of others in disbelief, and those men who were stronger than him and fiercer than him hid on the side and ate chicken feed, and he was eating rice and white rice in the eyes of outsiders.

Someone wanted to provoke, wanted to bully him, he didn't want to hold the man and beat him, he vomited a mouthful of blood, the man was pierced through the heart by the dagger he hid on his body, at that time, he was the real himself, Zhang Xiaoqiang fell into the crypt, others didn't dare to go, he dared, because he felt that he was afraid, he was no longer himself, it was the glasses that were bullied and didn't dare to speak loudly, not Wang Chong, who can stand here now.

He has always behaved very deferently in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, he is really deferential, he saw that d2 was anything that crashed through the wall, he was afraid, he was afraid with other people, he didn't think that anyone could kill that monster, especially Brother Long, they couldn't kill the monster with a rifle, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did it, Wang Chong has been dead to Zhang Xiaoqiang since then, following Zhang Xiaoqiang, he feels that there is a head, because Zhang Xiaoqiang is strong enough, Zhang Xiaoqiang is ruthless enough.

When the rats broke through the ground and poured out, he was also stunned when he stood on the watchtower, and the others were scared silly, including the third son, who thought that the formation of the rat hill had been controlled now, and all the people were relaxing, and when they saw the frenzied rat swarm running out of the ground, no one would not be frightened, more of them were desperate.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's rifle shooting woke Wang Chong, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang standing steadily below shooting, his heart was alive, he saw the high-explosive bomb at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, and a mood that had never appeared before appeared in his heart.

He snatched an elite 92-style pistol pinned to his thigh, jumped off the watchtower, he couldn't feel the vibration of his legs, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang move the pistol and pointed at the cannonball, he ran over and picked up the cannonball, he decided, one person is better than a group of people to die, if you really want to die, you will die first.

"It's just a little bit close, it's just a little bit ......"

Wang Chong held the cannonball and kept slowly moving towards the mouth of the tunnel in the rat swarm, his body was already full of fluffy mice, the rats kept wriggling on him, constantly gnawing on him, and he was already numb to the pain on his body.

He was now only protecting two things on his body, his hand and his eyes, he was holding a cannonball in his hand and holding a pistol, his eyes were looking at the entrance of the tunnel, so that he would not deviate from the direction, a large mouse jumped up from his chest and pounced on his face, he jerked his head, his forehead slammed into the half-jumped mouse, smashing it into the swarm of rats surging on the ground, and finally arrived...... the crisp sound of the "pop ......" 92 pistol sounded in the tunnel.

"Boom......" There was an earth-shattering loud sound.

In the fiery red light, countless rats that were instantly torn apart flew into the sky.

A huge wave of earth air swept the rats on the ground and crashed into the surrounding walls, many of which were directly torn apart by the air waves, and many more were smashed into the thick walls by the air waves.

As the smashed and charred rat corpses fell, the rats gushing out of the tunnel like a fountain were like a cut off stream of water, and there was no movement except for the green smoke that kept coming out.