Although in recent years, the town has built several new closed communities, but most of the buildings are still the original peasant self-built buildings.

Most of them are two or three storey high, with brick and concrete walls, pine beams, and tile roofs.

The same is true of the street houses along the street.

The house is close to each other, and from the balcony of this house, you can turn into the bedroom of another family.

Some old houses still retain long tiled eaves, pine oak wood as the base, covered with mats, and then paved with green tiles, you can walk on it.

Wang Lu was lying on the roof of a building, moving forward step by step.

A pile of more than 170 catties of fat meat crushed the tiles to a creaky sound, and his clumsy skills even pulled one or two tiles down from time to time, snapped, and smashed on the ground below.

Wang Lu's skills have never been completely hoisted back and forth on the boom in the Sunshine City community.

Now, if you don't collapse the tile roof, it's already God forbid.

Wang Lu was sweating from the scorching sun, he panted, raised his hand to wipe it, and as soon as his hand slipped out, with a bang, another tile fell.

Wang Lu glanced down with grievances, under the eaves, there was a small cement balcony, leading to the bedroom on the second floor, and a zombie on the balcony at this time was jumping one after another, rushing at Wang Lu in vain.

Isn't it to hide from zombies, Wang Lu has to crawl around on the roof in fear?

I just want to be a spider-man, and I don't have that spider silk myself.

Now on the roof, I don't look like a spider-man more like a toad that has been thrown onto the roof by a naughty boy.

As long as you miss, you will fall off the roof by yourself, even if you don't fall to death and injury, the zombie masters below are enough to drink a pot of yourself.

There's no way around it.

If you want to kill zombies, you have to take care of your own little life first, the son of a daughter can't sit down, you can't sit under the eaves, let's sit on the roof, don't play hand-to-hand combat with your zombies, let's fight remotely.

Wang Lu took out a Molotov cocktail from a bag he had brought with him.

This is all war movies, street fight movies and post-apocalyptic films, legends of legends, the eldest brother of big brothers, I don't know how to make Molotov cocktails, you are a vegetable.

Molotov cocktails -- actually soy sauce bottles, filled with diesel fuel -- were sucked out of the fuel tank of a minibus in the parking lot at the foot of the cliff and sucked out of a leather tube. It's a pity that it's not gasoline and it's not easy to ignite.

It was also filled with laundry detergent and sugar, and the bottle was covered with strips of rags.

Wang Luren screamed and jumped downstairs, and slowly shook the bottle to make the various ingredients inside mix more fully.

Then, he took out a metal gas lighter, clanged, lit a rag, raised his hand, and threw it at the zombie downstairs.

Wang Lu was aimed at the zombie's head and threw it, who knew that Lu Dao's head was too smelly, and the Molotov cocktail smashed on the zombie's shoulder, but it didn't break, and it turned over again and fell to the ground, this time it was broken. The diesel fuel and miscellaneous things in it were all over the place.

At first, Wang Lu didn't see the flames, only the smoke from the rags proved that it was still burning, and after a while, suddenly, the fire burned.

It's late, the zombies have been walking around the ground, and by this time, they are no longer in this area.

This fire is set in vain. It's a pity that under Chen Wei's eyes, so much sugar was put in the Molotov cocktail.

Wang Lu scratched his head, a little frustrated.

However, there are backup options.

Wang Lu took out a large water gun from the bag, which was brought from a peasant family.

He glanced at the zombie and snapped it.

The muzzle of the gun was still diesel, and half of it fell to the ground, and most of it was sprinkled on the zombies. This is also because the zombies have been running around underneath and refuse to cooperate at all.

Wang Lu took out another ball of rags, rubbed it, lit it with a lighter, and threw it at the zombie.

hit the target, but unfortunately the burning rag slipped off the zombie's body and fell to the ground, where it was inadvertently stepped on a few times by the zombie and extinguished.

Alas, sure enough, diesel can't be compared with gasoline, if this zombie is poured with gasoline, it must have become a torch now.

Wang Lu didn't give up, and tried to throw several rags again.

Still in vain.

It wasn't until the zombie inadvertently stepped into the fire formed by the Molotov cocktail that it was successfully ignited. Fortunately, the Molotov cocktail burns much longer than regular diesel after adding laundry detergent and sugar. ,

Wang Lu breathed a sigh of relief, stopped looking at the zombies, lay down, squinted his eyes, and hummed a song with or without a pair, if it wasn't for the sun being too poisonous, it would really be more freehand.

The black smoke from the diesel combustion did not dissipate for a long time, Wang Lu was a little worried about whether the house would be ignited, in that case, he would become a roast boar on the roof, glanced at it a few times, and confirmed that the zombie was staying on a cement balcony, and the windows near the eaves were also old-fashioned aluminum alloy instead of wooden windows and plastic steel windows, and then settled down.

It was only after the zombie burned into a mass of black charcoal that fell to the ground and did not move that Wang Lu jumped from the roof to the balcony.

With a kick of the zombie's head, Wang Lu entered the second floor.

It is a typical small farmhouse building, and Wang Lu went upstairs and downstairs in a circle.

As usual, there are all kinds of condiments in the kitchen, home-pickled pickles, bacon, etc., and the stairwell is full of rice, but it has not been threshed yet, so it cannot be eaten directly.

In the bedroom, I found two silk quilts.

This thing is good, just use it when it's cold.

Warm and light.

It turned out that the quilt dragged to the top of the cliff was used as a cushion for the back.

Wang Lu made a small calculation and was very satisfied with his recent work.

Although he is still fighting monsters and upgrading in the Zhenkou area of Yinjiang Town, he is already much more proficient, and the zombies killed are almost 2 digits.

It's just not efficient.

The barbecue method of diesel plus lighter is very practical, but the speed is too slow, and it has great limitations.

The range of the water gun is more than 10 meters at most, not too close to the zombie, and it is best to be a closed environment, otherwise, the zombies are running around, and the diesel fuel cannot hit the zombies, and it is even more difficult to ignite.

And you have to worry all the time that this fire will not ignite the surrounding buildings.

Near the old wooden house, Wang Lu did not dare to use this method.

When the night was quiet, Wang Lu didn't think about it.

I wonder if I can take the path of hand-to-hand combat.

Get a fire axe or a steel drill made of rebar, slash all the way into the center of the town, kill one corpse in ten steps, and leave no trace of a thousand corpses.

Compared to lying on the roof as an arsonist like this.

Pure violence is cool to think about.

But it's also used to think about the idea of refreshing yourself.

Fire axes are not found in ordinary farmhouses.

It is estimated that there will be banks, industrial and commercial bureaus, and town governments in the town center.

Far water does not quench the thirst of the near.

The steel drill made of rebar is a method, and it has the style of an overlord gun.

There was a building materials store on the street, and Wang Lu saw a pile of rebar piled up in the store.

However, each one is 3 meters long.

In the store, there was originally an electro-hydraulic steel bar cutting machine with cut rebar, which was placed at the entrance of the store.

The problem is, now that there's no electricity, this big guy is a waste.

You can't let Wang Lu saw the rebar with a hand saw. The 14 mm rebar, even if it is produced by a small factory in the township -- that is, the molten steel is dug directly in the mud and poured into the groove -- is not something that can be gnawed down by a hand saw.

Not to mention, in the absence of a scrubber, the drill bit is sharpened with a small grinding stone used in the kitchen at home.

It's difficult, it's not ordinary.

Wang Lu sighed for a long time, and as he rolled up the two silk quilts and stuffed them into a snakeskin bag, he turned back to the balcony and kicked the window frame, trying to climb up to the roof.

Inadvertently, I turned around and saw that at the corner of the street—Wang Lu almost let go of his hand and fell off the window frame—at the corner, a round thing rolled down on the concrete floor.

That's, a steel helmet!