went up to the wall, and the results of the night were across the river, and countless corpses emitted the smell of corpses, which made people feel sick, but these days, smelling this smell and fighting every day, let Zhang Xiaoqiang not be smoked like before, and he couldn't find the north and south, of course, smelling every day does not mean that Zhang Xiaoqiang is used to smelling, and being smoked by the smell of corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a few steps back, turned around and leaned on the wall, and spit a few mouthfuls of water in the direction of the gathering place.

After vomiting, Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the tears oozing from his eyes, and said secretly: "It's good that I didn't eat breakfast, otherwise I would have eaten ...... in vain."

Under the corpse mountain is the corpse river, the whole river is covered with zombies, countless corpses from the foot of the corpse mountain, has been extended to the wall, there are many zombies on the wall, after the first layer is completely lost, the zombies layer upon layer have raised the four-meter-high wall by more than six meters, some zombies have begun to decay, the smell of rotting corpses rushes straight to the wall, on these corpses, countless ragged men take tools to get the zombie corpses off the wall.

The people below were cleaning the wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the wall and watched them, although their identities were different, but Zhang Xiaoqiang, like them, covered their mouths and noses with strips of cloth, obviously, everyone was afraid of the smell of corpses.

There were not only corpses on the wall, but also countless zombies whose bones had been trampled on and struggled in vain, these zombies were covered under the layers of corpses, and when they were exposed, they showed their fangs to the people around them, and when they made intimidation, they exclaimed, and then all kinds of shovels and hoes fell on their heavenly spirit covers.

Whenever there are half-dead zombies exposed, needless to say, the surrounding crowd has stepped forward, all kinds of shovels and iron rods, hoes and rakes will knock on the top of the zombies' heads, unconsciously, the survivors below are no longer as afraid as before when they clean up the remaining zombies, sometimes there are zombies who are lucky, they are suppressed, not injured, and when they get up, the surrounding crowd does not run away, and the zombies are beaten to death with a big shout.

Seeing these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded secretly, the people below are useful, if they find a safe place to stay and recuperate them for a while, thousands of elites who can kill the enemy with cold weapons will come out.

Cleaning up zombies is a thrilling and disgusting job, at first no one wants to speak, they bury their heads in hard work, and then later, more and more people can't stand this depression, and one of them talks on his own.

"When will so many zombies be cleaned up? There are a lot of them on the wall, more in the middle of the river, and the hills piled up on the other side of the river, so many zombies had better be tens of thousands, and I don't know how the black lights were blinded last night......"

The man was twenty-five or sixteen years old, as hungry as everyone else, and under his ragged sleeves, a pair of lean hemp arms held a wooden rake, raking the zombies under his feet out of the wall.

"You know how to calculate, I really don't know how you got tens of thousands, there are tens of thousands of corpses under our feet, there are tens of thousands by the river more than ten meters wide, and there are hundreds of thousands of corpses over there, don't tell me you dropped out of school in the second grade of primary school......"

The people around him ridiculed him and added sarcasm, but this person was not in a hurry, but was frightened by other people's words:

"Obediently, hundreds of thousands, if it had been placed before, I'm afraid there would have been a river of blood here, but fortunately, those things are no longer human......"

The people who cleaned up the zombies below were a little more active, and they all spoke in a muffled voice on the wall, listening to the people below chattering and exchanging their opinions, Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to the gossip of the people, looking at the zombies on the river and was a little anxious, the decay of the zombies was very fast, or it would not be long before the zombies would become a pile of white bones, but the river had been filled with white bones, if the zombies came again before the bridge was repaired, they could not expect the river to become a block for the zombies again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt powerless about the river surface that could not even be seen for several kilometers, and the river was outside the wall, and he did not dare to tear down the wall, so he asked excavators and other construction vehicles to go outside the wall to clean the river.

If you can't think about it, you don't need to think about it anymore, Zhang Xiaoqiang set his eyes on the corpse mountain in front of him, trying to find a way to flatten the corpse mountain, at least to clean up the shooting boundary, the corpse mountain has really become a small mountain range, from the peak to the foot of the mountain, the zombies are piled up, countless claws and calves are like the vegetation on the top of the mountain, densely scattered in the corpse mountain, among which the occasional white bones can be seen, and the rotting dark green solution flows between the white bones.

The peak of the corpse mountain is slightly flat, and countless zombies fall on it in different postures, such as bearded old trees, intertwined, and countless zombies writhing in the middle, these zombies are all broken leg bones, not dead for a while, do the last struggle, these unlucky eggs abandoned by Z-shaped zombies are no longer a threat, so that the gathering place does not want to waste even a bullet, let them struggle in the corpse pile.

From the corpse peak down, the corpse mountain gradually widened, to the foot of the mountain, layers of zombies piled up the ground to a height of three or five meters, among them, half-dead zombies can be seen everywhere, writhing half-dead zombies like black maggots.

The corpse mountain of almost fifteen meters is a hurdle in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, too many zombies are not a good thing, countless corpses not only have an impact on the zombie sea, but also have an impact on the gathering place, at least, their shooting range is unknown, they can only shoot at the zombies at a close distance, once they are forced to close by the corpse tide, it means that they are likely to be blown down by the zombies, which is the most dangerous.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed softly, this was too much of a headache for him, if it weren't for the lack of gasoline in the gathering place, he would have the heart to burn down the entire corpse mountain.

It just so happened that not only Zhang Xiaoqiang was anxious, but also the survivors who cleaned up the zombies below.

"You say, the corpses on the wall are easy to remove, just throw them down, but what about the zombies below? The whole strip is filled, if we go down to clean it up, how long will it take? ”

A man suddenly said this, the others stopped talking, the environment on the wall was bad, and they were so bad that they wanted to die, and it was already their limit to clean up the wall and exchange it for ten catties of rice, if they were allowed to go down below to clean up the zombies and give them more rice, they would only feel that life was worse than death.

"What do you care about so much, we just need to do what is in front of us, don't worry about what we shouldn't worry about, that's what we should think about, pay attention to your identity."

When a person said this, he pulled a corpse under his feet to the wall, kicked it down, his face was gloomy as ink, he was not a fool, he naturally knew that the zombies were coming again, the wall might not be able to stop it anyway, the wall could not stop it, they couldn't live, they were upset when they thought about it, and simply complained about the guy who told the story.

The following is silent again, each doing their own work, but some people are alive in their hearts, the zombies will come again, this is what is said above, before the zombies come again, there will be a gap in the second war between the gathering place and the zombies, in the middle of this gap, there is a time difference, no matter how many zombies there are, it is impossible to fill all the miles within a hundred miles, if you are lucky, you can always avoid the front of the zombies, no matter whether you live well or not, a small life can at least be saved.

Some people are thinking about escaping from the gathering place, others are working silently, they don't want to think about it, they just want to earn hard rice to feed themselves, anyway, even if they die, they can end up as a full ghost.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang saw this, he knew that he couldn't think of a way to stay any longer, his body was really sleepy, he turned around and wanted to go back to the camp to sleep well, and talk about the rest when the time came, when a word came from under the wall behind him to stop.

"We have a small ditch there, smaller than this river, and it is almost filled with all kinds of stones, the largest is the size of a cart, the smallest is the size of a fist, and one summer there was a flash flood, and the flood swept those stones down, and if there was a flash flood here, maybe the corpses below would not be cleaned up, and they would be swept away by the flood......"

The person who said this didn't know how much of an impression his casual words had on Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the crowd below was still talking:

"I think it's beautiful, it hasn't rained for more than half a year, so even if it rains, what can I change? The water network here is dense, even if it is a heavy rain like the year before last, it is impossible to form a mountain flood here, mountain flood, mountain flood, only the ditch of the mountain, where is there a big mountain ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer paid attention to those people, turned around and walked towards the camp, walking a little anxiously, with some trotting, Zhang Xiaoqiang was reminded to think of a way to clean up the river......