When I was tired of crying and finished venting, I calmed down a little, touched the tears on my face, and found that it was dark. The three people at the door looked inside anxiously, not daring to disturb Lu Ziming in the ancestral hall.

"I'm fine, you help bury the second master next to my parents' graves", Lu Ziming's heart moved slightly, and the old man finally pointed to the door with his finger, did he mean to bury himself under the ancient cypress?

There is no way to understand the old man's final meaning, and the old man keeps saying: It's good to come back, I know that the old man's consciousness has been blurred, maybe I will never know what the old man wants to say, leaving endless regrets for myself.

"Lu Ziming, are you okay!" Wang Zhao didn't know how to comfort Lu Ziming at this time, so he could only stand silently by his side.

Leaning on the ancient cypress, after a long time, looking up at the familiar ancient cypress has long been a thing, the ancestral hall is still the former ancestral hall, with a bit of silence and vicissitudes.

It's been a long time since I've heard the sound of insects chirping and birdsong, the air is full of depression and grief, and my feelings have affected others, "Let's rest here tonight", the plan had to be changed, it was dangerous to walk the mountain road at night, and besides, it was the end of the world, and anything could happen.

In a trance, I seemed to be crawling beside the old man again, listening to the old man tell me those mythical stories, maybe the mythical stories really exist, but everyone understands them differently, aren't the oxen, snake demons, and hellhounds exactly the legendary demons and monsters? Those zombies who have lost their humanity are not the demons in hell, and who can say that they are not living in myths and stories now.

Ancient humans fantasized about flying, but when the ancients saw real airplanes, they would also regard airplanes as demons and monsters, but modern people have long been accustomed to it. When zombies appear, there are also many people who can't understand and think that zombies shouldn't appear in this world, but who can deny that zombies really exist.

What is real in the end, is it an orderly society in the era of civilization, or a cruel and tyrannical society in the dark age, careerists may like it, but Lu Ziming likes a dull life, but this qiē can't be chosen.

Qin Feng walked in from outside: "Company Commander Lu, everything has been dealt with, shall we rest here tonight?"

Lu Ziming pointed to the open space in the courtyard and said, "Set up the tent here and go to Wang Zhao's house early tomorrow morning."

Hu Wei parked the car outside the ancestral hall, and when he heard Lu Ziming say that he wanted to spend the night in the ancestral hall, he immediately jumped in and stopped: "Company Commander Lu, no!"

Lu Ziming frowned and looked at Hu Wei.

Hu Wei said unhurriedly: "Lian Commander Lu, haven't you noticed it? Even zombies are reluctant to come in here, which means that the yin qi here is extremely strong, and this is the ancestral hall of the Lu family, and it is disrespectful for outsiders to spend the night here ...... the ancestors of the Lu family."

If Hu Wei's words were put before the outbreak of the virus, Lu Ziming would be afraid that he would be killed and would not believe these nonsense, what kind of yin qi is extremely strong, zombies dare not enter, do zombies also know that this is the Lu ancestral hall? Afraid of the ancestors and ancestors in the ancestral hall, this is not nonsense, what else can it be?

Lu Ziming didn't know why the zombies didn't enter the ancestral hall, he had seen a lot of strange things in the last days, and it was not uncommon to have one more, so he naturally wouldn't go to his heart.

"Then spend the night outside the ancestral hall", setting up a tent in the ancestral hall is indeed a bit disrespectful to the ancestors, Lu Ziming is as good as a stream.

When the dawn of the next day rose from behind the mountain, the man sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car turned his head slightly to look at the ancestral hall beside him, and the familiarity, strangeness, sadness and loss suddenly came to his heart, and he was groggy all night, as if there was always a very strange voice in his ears, sometimes whispering, sometimes sighing sadly, déjà vu but erratic.

Will I ever come back? There is no longer a single figure in the mountain village, and those who have gone out to work and those who have left will never come back, but I have a premonition that I will come back.

It was a morning that was destined to be unpeaceful, full of anticipation and doubts, some people were anxious, some people were asleep, and they saw their loved ones in their dreams, and some people sat all night in nightmares and sweated profusely to find that it was dawn.

The front-line headquarters of the 0468th Division is a four-story villa, which originally belonged to a peasant entrepreneur in the village, but after the outbreak of the virus, the chaos inevitably affected here, and the zombies were not interested in the luxurious decoration of the villa, except for the bullet marks on the walls, it was basically preserved intact, and the sofas and furniture were covered with dust, and they looked high-end and luxurious after being gently wiped.

Division commander Zhang Pu and political commissar Peng Biao sat at the mirror-like marble dining table, looking down at the sand table model that had just been made, on which the small red flag represented the position of each company, and a large black area represented the zombies in the city.

Peng Biao yawned, his spirit was a little sluggish, his eyelids weakly covered half of his black eyes, and he held a cigarette between his fingers, and the ash was already very long.

Peng Biao didn't sleep well all night, yesterday in the room found a lot of women's clothes to evoke their own **, under the pillow there are a few too late to use * pregnancy condoms, this kind of thing appeared next to his bed for no reason, it must be the relics of the original room owner, a man will not be bored to like to appreciate this thing, which means that there are two people on the bed who have fought fiercely on it, in addition to viscous liquid and sweat, I don't know what dirty objects will be left.

Once this kind of thing appears in my mind, it will spread to every cell in my body with my thoughts, and when I think of the incomparably beautiful scene in bed, the special parts of my body will be extremely impulsive.

After calling the female secretary into the room, Peng Biao felt weak and weak, and his brain was faintly dizzy, this state on the eve of the war was not a good sign, and even affected his appetite in the morning.

Seeing the porridge brought by the female secretary, Peng Biao thought of the viscous body fluids, the female secretary was holding these body fluids and making peace with herself, the shape of those meat buns seemed to be the plump and juicy breasts of the female secretary, and the blackened salted leeks were like the body hair of the female secretary, in Peng Biao's eyes, they could always be associated with some things.

The cool breeze of the morning light carried the chill of winter, which made Peng Biao can't help but beat his spirits, and his eyes are fixed on the sand table in front of him.

"Division Commander Zhang, Political Commissar Peng, the time has come, the troops have been assembled, and they can send signals," the operational staff officer said cautiously.

Zhang Pu opened his red eyes, looked into the distance through the window, and there were more than a dozen senior officers standing beside him, and his eyes stayed on Zhang Pu's body.

"This battle will go down in history, this is the new pen of biochemical warfare, this battle will completely change the situation on the battlefield in the west and central www.biquge.info, we will shift from defense to offense, completely eliminate those zombies, recover the city, and present the most solemn gift to the National Day. ”