"What's your name? How to become the leader of these people? Where are you from? Where to go? Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the man with burning eyes and asked four questions in a row.

The man was as scruffy as the survivors, his clothes were stained with more or less intact clothes, his short hair was trimmed and unkempt, and his beard had not been shaved for a long time, but the man's spirit was very different from that of the panicked survivors, his eyes were deep and restrained, like a pool of ancient springs.

The man didn't show any extra emotions from the moment he stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and waited quietly until Zhang Xiaoqiang asked him.

"My surname is Ding Luo, and the people in the team call me coach, and we are coming from X City to get to the ...... of WH."

"Wait......" Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted Ding Luo's narration, he looked at the man in front of him carefully and said, "You are from X City?" It is only three hours by train from Y City, and it is the X City where the Song Dynasty fought against the Mongols for 20 years? ”

The man nodded, and he was about to continue.

"Do you have a family in your convoy that used to live in ......?"

Six or seven hundred men and women were called off the car, they stood in a row to accept Zhang Xiaoqiang's questioning one by one, those who lived in the suburbs were separated, and those who lived in the urban area were separated separately, and each of them was repeatedly asked for a few names, and a place name in the X urban area...... The intercepted civilian convoy set off for the base again, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the dusty ground and looked at the mud on his military shoes in a daze, the cigarette burning on his mouth kept wafting out of the green smoke that smoked his half-squinted eyes, and a big-headed black ant crawled at his feet.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched the ant crawl at his feet, watched it slowly climb along the shoelaces on the ground to the military shoes, a cigarette butt full of soot gently lit on the military shoes, the ant died, and it was buried by the ashes accumulated on the military shoes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang He looked at the sky in the distance, the canopy at five o'clock in the afternoon began to dim, the smell of gunpowder on his clothes swirled around the end of his nose, his heart was aching, he never thought about his sister's news, he never dared to think, he had been avoiding, escaping the sadness and despair that he might lose his sister, Ding Luo appeared, he brought the news of X City, Ding Luo's appearance was like a sharp sawtooth tearing open Zhang Xiaoqiang's seemingly tough heart, the original self-deception was instantly debunked, he forgot about the approaching corpse tide, Forget about D2 that is slowly approaching, and forget about the black hand that controls the tide of corpses.

He caught up with the convoy, and asked every survivor, even the survivors on the three small carts that were swallowed by the tide of corpses, but there was no news from his sister, and then he sat on the ground and kept it like this.

Four team members with rifles surrounded Zhang Xiaoqiang in the center, and two off-road cars were parked in the distance, Yang Keer and Shangguan Qiaoyun sat in the car and watched the decadent Zhang Xiaoqiang...... Ding Luo is the leader of this team, was the coach of the X Sanda Club, on the day of the virus outbreak, X held a cultural festival, Ding Luo took the Sanda team to participate in the opening ceremony, the opening ceremony just started the virus outbreak, although the crowd density was high on the day of the opening ceremony, the venue was very empty, many people escaped, Ding Luo and the surviving team members also rushed out with cold weapons for performance.

Ding Luo's greatest ability is not his behind-the-back medical skills, but his calmness, he led the team members to dodge the crowd of corpses again and again, killing scattered zombies, when those survivors who ran blindly were eaten one after another, someone saw Ding Luo who was holding a weapon and they gathered to them, people are social creatures, and when they saw someone gathering, they also gathered from the hiding place to meet with the crowd.

Ding Luo also did not refuse, in line with the compassion of the doctor's parents, with these old and weak women and children to kill a bloody road, the opening place of the cultural festival was originally close to the suburbs, when Ding Luo and they were safe, the crowd that rushed out with him was actually more than 300 people, and there were still people looking for this side along the zombie corpses they killed.

Because it was Ding Luo who led them out, and several strong men who could fight were all his team members, Ding Luo was promoted as the team leader.

After that, Ding Luo took hundreds of people to hoard food, reserve water and various materials, at that time the zombies had not yet evolved, relying on the big knife in their hands, Ding Luo They killed a lot of zombies, and also grabbed a lot of materials and vehicles, and even killed a group of former underworld elements who wanted to rob them to get their weapons.

In the suburbs of X City, with Ding Luo's group of people to clear the zombies, the chances of survival of those who are not infected have greatly increased, and as the survivors are rescued, the largest number of people in Ding Luo's hands has reached more than 1,200, and there are four or five hundred men who can hold knives.

After a heavy rain, Ding Luo and their difficulties became, the team members died one after another, the zombies became stronger and more fierce and fierce, fortunately, the previous food was well prepared, they were ready to move, ready to find a secluded place to recuperate like Zhang Xiaoqiang.

When they rested by a clear stream, his team was almost devastated, originally Ding Luo brought a water truck converted from a tanker, some people hated the smell of oil and used the water of the creek to boil and drink, in the middle of the night, more than 200 people collectively mutinied, and the frenzied zombies turned the entire camp into hell.

When morning came, there were only 800 men left in the camp, 300 of them with wounds, and less than half of the 300 survived as the wounded were quarantined.

The base was established, but Ding Luo didn't think long as Zhang Xiaoqiang, they were pure farming factions, and when the corpse tide in X City spread, they could only escape, and the target was the largest gathering place in HB Province.

They received hundreds of people scattered on the road, the number of the convoy exceeded 1,000 again, they spent the night in the field last night, originally expected to leave early the next morning, and by the early hours of the morning, dozens of S2s pounced on their camp.

Half of the vehicle and more than 300 people were ordered by Ding Luo to throw away, and he and the rest of the people left in the car, and then S2 caught up, and the corpse tide in the distance also rushed towards them...... The cranky Zhang Xiaoqiang went over the origin of this group of people in his mind, and when he thought of the sea of corpses all over the mountains, he stood up and walked towards the preset blocking position.

Time: 18 o'clock in the afternoon, location: the intersection of the two counties, belligerents: 105 humans, zombies: estimated to be 5w-7w.