At this moment, Wang Lu's eyes suddenly became sour.

There was a stiff feeling in his chest.

Saved!

There is an army!

There really is an army!

Soon, however, his heart sank again.

On the street, there was only one such military vehicle alone.

There were no barricades, no machine guns, and even less tanks.

Even if there was an army passing through the Yinjiang River, it is long gone.

They're not here, they're out of here.

Only one off-road vehicle remained.

A wrecked SUV that crashed headlong into a ramen shop.

After Wang Lu's heart calmed down, he carefully observed the military vehicle under the eaves at his feet.

The head of the car plunged into the ramen shop and hit the stove, knocking the noodle soup bucket on the stove to the ground, and the front of the car was blackened by the stove fire. It's really lucky that it didn't ignite.

The body is intact, however, the left and right sides, as well as the rear window, are smashed.

The rear left door was wide open, and several steel helmets rolled down from under the door.

It's exactly the same as the GK80 helmet at the corner of the street.

There was no trace of a living person.

Under the open left rear side door, there was a pool of black liquid that had been condensed and dried, Wang Lu didn't dare to guess what the liquid was, but dragging some kind of heavy object, thus driving the long drag marks left by the liquid on the road, still showed that there were no survivors here.

Only an abandoned military vehicle remained.

Wang Lu was a little in a daze—did he miss the opportunity to escape?

Could it be that the army once organized life-saving teams to evacuate the surviving people?

Could it be, just when you think you are closing yourself off in Sunshine City, on the streets, military vehicles are transporting citizens who are still alive?

Otherwise, how to explain that this military off-road vehicle ran to Yinjiang Town, which was far away, and was abandoned because of a sudden accident?

Mess.

Wang Lu shook his head. In any case, I'll have to find a way to get to the military vehicle and see what equipment I can use.

It's good to pick up a foreign fall.

If nothing else, those GK80 helmets will work.

However, it is not so easy to think of getting in the car.

On the street, a zombie is wandering.

It's still an old friend of Wang Lu, and the jacket it was wearing was recognized by Wang Lu, it was the zombie that was wandering around the alley just now, and almost caught itself hanging on the wire.

After it came out of the alley, it didn't die, and it actually came to the street, not going east or west, just around the off-road vehicle.

Deliberately add blockage to the king's road.

This is a very strong middle-aged zombie, 1.75 meters tall, well-nourished before death, with broad shoulders, no arms or legs, and teeth - also very good, unlike some rural people, because of the long-term smoking of low-quality cigarettes, the teeth are scorched and burnt. If you don't take into account the zombie's rotting lips, it's scary to show its teeth that have turned black, and its teeth can even use the word "bright white".

Such teeth, biting on Wang Lu's body, must be able to tear off a piece of flesh easily.

Wang Lu snorted.

Reaching out, he touched the woodcutter pinned to the belt on his waist.

It was his only weapon of self-defense.

When climbing over the power line from the alley, in order to reduce the weight, Wang Lu left all the binoculars, but insisted on carrying a heavy woodcutter.

One day, I will have to fight zombies face to face. Wang Lu had already had this kind of mental preparation, but he didn't expect this day. It's coming soon.

Wang Lu pulled out a woodcutter and tightened it in his hand.

Let's fight it!

Wang Lu screamed and jumped from the roof.

Although it was only a two-story roof, it was an old house, and the height was low, and when Wang Lu jumped down, he still fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The woodcutter in his hand has long been thrown off his hand.

The left elbow had scraped a large piece of skin on the ground, revealing a red wound that hurt like fire.

Wang Lu stood up strongly, crutches, and struggled to the woodcutter that was thrown aside, picked up the knife, clenched it, and turned around.

The zombies have pounced.

Wang Lu took a lunge and faced the zombie, staring at the ugly and disgusting face of the zombie without blinking, raising the woodcutter with both hands, roaring again, and slashing at it.

Wang Lu is heading for the zombie's neck.

The problem is that the zombies are nearly a head taller than King Road.

The knife hit. ,

But it slashed at the collarbone next to the zombie's neck.

Wang Lu still wanted to draw the knife - it was too late, the zombie was not affected by the knife at all, and did not even stumble, and stretched out its claws straight at Wang Lu's face.

As soon as Wang Lu's hand was released, he let go of the hilt, lowered his head, narrowly avoided the zombie's claws, turned around and ran.

This run really responds to the phrase of panicking.

Originally, Wang Lu wanted to run outside the town, but in a panic, he actually ran into the town.

After only a few steps, Wang Lu realized his mistake.

Bitter also.

Isn't this delivering meat to your door?

In the center of the town, I don't know how many zombies there are.

But when I turned around, I saw that behind me, the zombie with a firewood knife on his shoulder was still chasing after him step by step, as if he was not holding a firewood knife, but a small toothpick.

Turning back, it is also looking for death.

Wang Lu was wondering if he should run in front of the off-road vehicle and get into the car to fend off the zombies for a while - although the glass of the car was broken, there was still a door. Blocking the moment is the moment.

Suddenly, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

On the corner of the street, there is a cement pile, and next to the cement pile, there is a two-wheeled wheelbarrow.

It is the most common trolley on a construction site.

It seems that a shop is under renovation and construction, and the sediment is brought in, so it borrows a piece of cement on the street.

If this was in the urban area, the chengguan would have come to issue a ticket a long time ago.

Rural towns, but there are not so many rules.

Wang Lu had a flash of inspiration, stepped up his steps and ran violently, ran to the trolley, turned around, held the two handles of the trolley, kicked his feet, pushed the car, and crashed into the zombies chasing behind him.

Yinjiang Town is built on a slope, with a high slope in the east and low in the west, even with the cement road through the town, it is also high at one end and one at the end low, although the slope is not large, but if you put a Coke can on the road, you can roll by the slope, if there is no obstacle in front of you, the direction can be maintained, maybe you can roll all the way from the town to the end of the town.

With the help of this slope, the heavy trolley pushed faster and faster in Wang Lu's hands, accumulating enough kinetic energy - this has a name in traditional storytelling, known as the "iron pulley". Yue Feiyue's grandfather's high pet with the highest divine power, borrowing the thick iron gun in his hand, he only picked 11 iron pulleys in a row, and today he watched the zombies fight the iron pulley with his bare hands.

The zombie didn't know how to avoid it, so the cart filled with solidified cement sturdy and sturdy crashed into the zombie's waist.

This car of cement, to say the least, has 200 pounds, Wang Lu has spent a lot of effort to push, and with the help of the slope of the cement road, it can be called a "knotted stick" on the body, thanks to the great physics, thanks to the conversion of power and energy - the zombie was hit by this collision and leaned back, bang, the back of the head hit the ground, and fell to the ground.

Of course, Wang Lu would not naively expect that this crash and fall would kill the zombies, and this is not Mrs. Xu in Nanjing, who can break a few ribs if she is helped by someone.

So Wang Lu took advantage of the situation with his two arms to scream up and down, and with a bang, he flipped the cart on its side to the ground, just crushing the lower half of the zombie's body.

The zombie's movement suddenly became sluggish, and when he fell backwards just now, the woodcutter resting on his collarbone hit the ground, and the blade slashed into the neck for a few more points, and now, only more than half of the zombie's neck is still connected to the head.

Even if it is as strong as a zombie's undead body, this head is constantly broken, and it will affect the action.

I saw that the zombie tried in vain to push away the trolley that was pressing on him, but he always lost his balance because of the half-broken head.

Wang Lu did not hesitate, turned around and ran past the cement pile, picked up a semi-circular shovel, ran back to the zombie, compared it with the semi-circular shovel, picked it up high, and slashed at the remaining half of the zombie's neck.

With a click, the semi-circular shovel can be called a sharp edge and neatly cut off the zombie's head.