"Wang Bi'an had breakfast, and then went to the back mountain, saying that he wanted to find some branches and bamboo sticks, and put a fence in the open space behind the temple to raise chickens. Chen Wei chattered.

Wang Lu was soaking rice on a plate of candied cucumbers, and said vaguely: "Fence? It's too small, can you afford these chickens? 6 chickens are also a lot, there must be a large place to find food, according to me, it is better to scatter in the woods, for fear of running away, so tie a rope. ”

Chen Wei burst out laughing: "This chicken has to be raised on a free-range basis, how much land it has to be, and the entire back mountain is not enough for them to plan." These six chickens are not fed by me now, but are used by leftover meals at home, as well as rotten vegetable leaves, rotten melons and fruits in the farmland. You know, the large farmland under the mountain, our family of three can't eat much, the whole field is rotten, not to mention the greens or something, cucumbers, tomatoes, watermelons, zucchini are all rotten, I see it's a pity, so I packed up to feed the chickens and sheep, otherwise, the chickens can lay eggs every day? It's nutritious. ”

Wang Lu sighed lowly, nostalgic for the storage of modern logistics.

In the past, I hated chemicals such as preservatives for vegetables and fruits.

Now I found out that chemicals are really good.

It would be even better if you had a cold storage on hand.

Spray the freshly picked vegetables and fruits with preservative, send them to the cold storage, and eat them until the New Year. The broad beans, that is, have been frozen, and when they are sold during the New Year, they are still fresh and tender, and they cost 30 yuan a catty.

Wang Lu shook his head, no longer entangled in the past time, and told Chen Wei: "After I go down the mountain, I will contact you with the walkie-talkie at 9 o'clock, 12 o'clock, and 3 o'clock on time. ”

Chen Wei nodded and handed over a body armor: "You better put it on, Wang Bi'an and I are on the mountain, so we don't need this." ”

Wang Lu hesitated for a moment, but still took it, although the body armor was not very useful, but there were many large and small pockets on it, just put the walkie-talkie and other miscellaneous things inside.

Wang Lu stood up, picked up the crossbow on his back, carried the bag of crossbow arrows in his hand, and nodded at Chen Wei: "I'm going down the mountain." ”

"Be careful." Chen Wei said a word of advice as usual, watching Wang Lu's back disappear on the mountain road, and then went back to the kitchen to clean up.

Wang Lu went down the mountain, and after touching Yinjiang Town, he climbed onto the roof first, found the telescope he pulled on the balcony of the burning zombie yesterday, and did not forget to pack up the silk quilt.

Careful planning is the attitude to get by.

After sorting out these, Wang Lu turned around and went downstairs, settled down, opened the gate facing the street, and stepped onto the street in the center of the town.

Wang Lu stroked the cold steel bow blade of the crossbow, and said silently in his heart: "Baby, it's up to you to show your might today." ”

Wang Lu decided to move along the central street today, using the long range of the crossbow to "name" and clean up the zombies along the way. This can no longer lie on the roof, although you can protect yourself to the maximum extent on the roof, but at the same time you can not get a good open shooting range, from above, the zombie's head is just a small circle, and the difficulty of shooting is beyond imagination.

Wang Lu took a big stride, walked along the central street, and strode straight.

The standard tactics of urban street fighting should be to advance against the wall, using the wall to cover themselves, and at the same time stretching forward with the arm carrying the gun, and maintaining the firing state at any time.

This standard tactic, dealing with zombies, is just two words - fuck up.

Countless zombie movie series have used the bloody truth to tell Wang Lu that zombies hiding in houses can easily pounce on soldiers who think they are using the wall as cover, and your stupid posture of raising a gun in front of you is just right for zombies to use your arm as a baguette and take a bite of it.

Standing in the center of the street, only by standing in the center of the street and maintaining a wide field of vision can you ensure that you have enough time and distance to quickly maneuver and turn in when danger comes (refer to the terminology of the Guo army in the Liberation War).

Striding past the lonely upside-down steel helmet at the corner of the street, turning the corner, walking past the fake military vehicle that crashed into the ramen shop, going straight, passing the "iron pulley" and the severed zombie, Wang Lu strode deeper into the center of town.

Less than 100 meters ahead. Wang Lu saw zombies.

Not a lot, a lot, at least 10 of them!

This is already a more prosperous part of the town, which is completely different from the deserted entrance to the town. ,

A typical post-apocalyptic scene.

A minibus collided head-on with a farm tractor on the street, blocking the street tightly.

A hotel on the street was burned to the point that it was only half burned, and the charred pillars and collapsed beams were piled up horizontally and pointed to the sky.

Bicycles, electric cars, and tricycles are littered on the streets, one in the east and one in the west, making the road more and more difficult to walk.

A farm truck carrying vegetables overturned on its side on the street, scattering broccoli all over the street, and the original green broccoli had rotted to the point of inexplicable juice.

The stench emitted could be smelled even far away on the king's road.

A few zombies, swaying through the streets.

In the storefronts along the street, there are also faint movements. - Wang Lu is not so naïve as to think that it will be a living person.

“6、7、8…… 10。 Wang Lu counted silently, there should be more zombies behind the overturned minibus, and there were only 11 arrows in the bag.

The arrow is not missing, so that the whole body can be taken off.

Wang Lu took a deep breath, untied the crossbow on his back, stepped on the pedals of the crossbow head, put the string on it, opened the bag, pulled out a crossbow arrow, and gently installed it into the arrow slot.

Holding the crossbow, Wang Lu gently stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and approached a zombie dangling in the middle of the street in small steps.

200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters!

Now it's the headwind, the zombies are on the upside, the king road is downwind, and the zombies can't smell the king road downwind.

Wang Lu decided to take a little more risk.

He took a few more steps forward, and stopped at a distance of about 6 or 70 meters from the zombies.

Fortunately, the zombie is facing away from Wang Lu, otherwise, the zombie is just a fool and not a blind man, 6 or 70 meters away, he would have seen Wang Lu and pounced.

Wang Lu half-bent down one leg, raised the crossbow with both hands, and aimed steadily.

The laser red dot in the aiming shot appears on the back of the zombie's head.

Wang Lu raised his aiming point a little more - the ballistic curvature of the crossbow bolt was greater, and he had to be advanced with a little bit of it.

Then, holding his breath, he snapped his index finger.

At this moment, the zombie in the aiming shot suddenly turned around!

But it's too late, and the distance of 6 or 70 meters is really just a blink of an eye for a crossbow arrow.

Wang Lu seemed to hear the "pounce" of the crossbow arrow piercing through the flesh and bones.

Hit!

Wang Lu excitedly put down the crossbow and looked around.

The bolt skewered over the zombie's head, skewering it like a kebab.

And yet - the zombies didn't fall!

Wang Lu narrowed his eyes - see his sister's big-headed ghost! The arrow, passing through the zombie's cheek, goes in and out!

, I'm pulling out a zombie's teeth!

The zombie has spotted the king's way, and it throws its arm out and walks towards the king's road.

Wang Lu stood firm and did not retreat.

He quickly stepped on the pedals, wound them, loaded the arrows, raised, aimed, and fired.

Bang.

This time it hit as well, however, only in the chest of the zombie.

The zombie leaned back, regained its balance, and continued its way towards the king.

One person and one corpse, only a short distance of 50 meters in between!

Wang Lu is not a man with a tendon, he did not hesitate, grabbed the bag containing arrows in one hand and the crossbow in the other, turned around and ran.

Losing the old capital, losing the old capital, it's like a comparison with the stock market, it's really a big hemorrhage, and the two unique crossbow arrows have become the jewelry on the zombies.