Endless savannah.

The apocalyptic climate is strange. Some places are affected, and the environment is harsh. There are places that were originally in poor environment, but after the end of the world, they have been greatly changed.

The grasslands of Inner Mongolia fall into the latter category. Before the end of the world, overgrazing and man-made destruction led to the depletion of grassland resources and serious desertification. After the end of the world, the climate and environment here have changed greatly, the four seasons are like spring, the ground is covered with green grass, and the greenery is abundant.

Blue sky and white clouds, clear and picturesque. The warm breeze blows in the vast grassland. Herds of cattle and sheep can be seen everywhere.

A jujube pony galloped on the grass. On horseback was a child, no more than eight or nine years old, dressed in a Mongolian robe, galloping on horseback, with a little face full of excitement and joy.

"Finally got rid of my sister...... Today, I'm going to have a blast! ”

Bagan's mind came to the image of his sister finding that the tent was empty, and she was pumping wildly with a horsewhip, and her heart was extremely happy. He hadn't been out of town for too long, and rode his beloved little red horse through the vast grasslands. It's all my sister's fault, saying that it's too dangerous outside the city, and I'm not allowed to go out of the city at will.

"Abba often said that our Mongolian men are hot-blooded men on the grassland, and they are not afraid of any danger...... My sister is in charge of me all day long, hum, if anyone marries her in the future, it will definitely be unlucky! ”

Bagan rode his horse and whipped his whip, and at the same time muttered and complained in his heart. The grasslands are vast and the scenery is picturesque. If it weren't for his sister, who was in charge, he would have been able to go out of town once a day and have enough fun. There is no need to be bored in the city and feel uncomfortable.

Today, taking advantage of the opportunity of the big grazing, he got up in the early morning and sneaked out of the camp. Finally, I can play freely for a while, and I don't have to be controlled by my verbose sister. The mood is very good.

The jujube red pony under him is the famous red horse of the grassland. Although it hasn't grown up yet. But the speed of running is faster than that of a normal mutant horse. With all its might, it was like a red lightning bolt galloping by. Only the sound of hooves was heard. Nowhere to be seen.

The grasslands are vast and sparsely populated. When the end of the world came, the people living in this land were also attacked by the virus. However, the grassland herdsmen advocated force, and at the moment of the disaster, they spontaneously organized a team and began to clear the corpses.

At the beginning, the zombie power was not too strong, plus there was no intelligence. Therefore, the purge went smoothly. The large corpse herds were basically wiped out. But. Due to the large area of the grassland, there are scattered corpses. Later, however, the grassland herdsmen concentrated their efforts and launched several large-scale encirclement and suppression operations. But with little success.

After that, the zombies awakened their wisdom and knew how to advance and retreat to dodge, and it became more and more difficult to clean up. Therefore, in the vast grassland, the herdsmen who are unlucky will always bump into zombies.

For powerful evolutionaries. The sporadic corpses no longer pose much of a threat. But for ordinary people and children, if they do, there will definitely be a fatal danger.

This is also the reason why Bagan's sister strictly controlled him and did not let him go out of the city at will.

But the Bagan are small and bold. I don't care about my sister and family's advice at all. As a member of the Mongolian nationality, he was born with the passion to gallop the grassland. Just find an opportunity. He would take his beloved little red horse and sneak out of the city to play.

A few times before. Never in danger. When he returned home, he was punished, but he was the only male in the family. Loved by elders. At most, just a few words, it's not a big deal.

As a result, Bagan is emboldened.

Today, taking advantage of the opportunity of the big grazing, he slipped out of the camp again, rode his beloved little red horse, galloped across the grassland, and played to his heart's content. However, this time he didn't have the good luck of the previous ones, and when he passed a small hill, he encountered zombies.

It's a three-headed flying zombie. From the outside, it looks like a black bat corpse, the whole body is pitch black, the ribs are winged, the size is not big, and a pair of dark green eyes reveal a humanized and cunning look.

They inhabit the interior of the hills, digging burrows and hiding in hiding. Due to the awakening of wisdom, they know that they are weak and weak, and once they are discovered by humans, they will die and live. As a result, they are diurnal and nocturnal and rarely active during the day. At night, they come out to hunt.

Their prey has been transformed from humans to grassland livestock. However, their natural instincts make them have an infinite desire for human flesh and blood.

When Bagan was discovered, the three zombies actually used their unique language to discuss with each other and reach a consensus before they took action.

A guy flew into the sky, surveying his surroundings. The two guys left began to attack Bagan.

Bagen is only nine years old this year, his ability has not yet awakened, as a descendant of the horseback people, although he is agile, but in the face of two flying zombies with fifth-level evolution strength, such as lambs to be slaughtered, he has no ability to resist at all.

Fortunately, his little red horse is extraordinary, not only a mutant species, but also a famous horse of the grassland. Although it is only a cub that has only been born for a few months, it also has a fourth-level evolutionary strength.

When attacked, the foal was fierce, screaming and spitting fire, protecting his little master and fighting the two zombies desperately.

The fourth-level mutant beast is still a famous horse, not only running fast, but also extremely strong in combat effectiveness. Under the protection of the foal, the two zombies can't do anything about them for a while.

It wasn't until the zombie in mid-air who was in charge of reconnaissance joined the battle group that the stalemate was broken.

Want to escape?

The three-headed flying zombie has an innate advantage, and no matter how fast the little red horse runs, it can't get rid of it.

Therefore, there is only one way to fight to the death.

The Mongolian blood in Bagen's bones made him unwilling to be killed. Drawing the scimitar hanging from his waist, the little red horse he loved fought side by side. However, he didn't have the ability to attack, and with the scimitar in his hand alone, he couldn't pose the slightest threat to the zombies.

Instead, hold a knife in one hand and pull the reins in the other. When the little red horse was jumping to avoid the zombie attack, one accidentally took off the reins and the person fell off the horse's back.

Suddenly!

He was in crisis.

Two zombies entangled the little red horse, forcing it to be unable to rescue its owner. There was only one zombie left, with a 'hiss' strange roar coming out of its mouth, its face was hideous and ferocious, its wings flapped, and it swooped down.

Call!

A dark shadow flashed. Mixed with fishy winds. Although Bagan fell and was in pain, his reaction was not slow, and he rolled on the spot, trying to avoid it.

The attack of the fifth-level zombies, how could he, an ordinary child, dodge it so easily.

Sharp claws slash through. Bagan's back was torn, his robe was torn, and his flesh was torn. The stinging pain spread throughout the body, and after that, there was a wave of weakness.

"Am I going to die?"

He lay on the grass, looking up at the blue sky, and the smell of grass coming from his mouth and nose, and regretted it in his heart.

"I'm sorry, sister......"

At this moment, he understood that his sister's usual verbosity was all for his good. It is precisely because of love that my sister will strictly control him, and what she does is not let him suffer any harm.

It's a pity that he understood too late. As far as the eye could see, the hideous and terrifying zombie flapped its wings, turned back in the air, and swooped down.

Just as Bagan closed his eyes and waited to die, he heard a piercing whistling sound pass by. Immediately after, a terrible scream rang out. When he opened his eyes, the head of the zombie that pounced on him was pierced by an arrow, and it fell directly to the grass not far away.

Sou! Sou!

Two more shrill whistlings followed. Bargan heard the screams of the remaining two zombies, and if nothing else, they were shot and killed, just like the zombie next to them.

"Is it my sister......

Bagan was shaken. Hands strained, trying to stand up. Unexpectedly, the wound on his back was heart-rending and painful, and the person could no longer support it and passed out.

Before consciousness was completely lost, he was close to his ears on the ground and heard the sound of horses' hooves. And the mournful neighing of the little red horse.

The next moment!

Consciousness sank completely, plunged into darkness.

In the distance, it is exactly five kilometers away. The horses galloped across the meadow and roared. There was a strange team of about 100 people in the middle of the herd. The leader is a mutant dog with a fierce size. They were followed by a dozen mutant camels, on which sat seven men and one woman.

In addition, there are more than 100 men in armor on both wings, driving heavily armored war horses, like a torrent of steel accompanying the team.

"Yan'er, your kid's archery skills have improved!" "On the 'cheap law', the brothers are far behind!"

On the back of a mutant camel, there is a one-eyed man, armed with a longbow, still in a shooting stance. At this moment, under the praise of his companions, his tone was modest, but his face was full of smugness.

"That kid is hurt!"

A bald young man looked at it, and his eyesight seemed to be excellent. Four or five kilometers away, you can still see the situation in Bagan.

"Let's go over and have a look!"

At his beckoning, the procession galloped away.

(To be continued.) )