What happened in the distance, Lu Yan Mutang didn't know anything.

At this time they were heading to the communication station in the north.

The mud carried them through the ruins of the base, like no one in the midst of these first-order zombie hordes.

Lu Yan's originally calm face became more and more solemn, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Mu Tang noticed his expression and tugged at his sleeve:

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yan held the walkie-talkie in his hand, which had not responded since the signal was transmitted.

They fired a total of five flares in different directions, which basically ensured that Qin Zhen could see this signal anywhere.

The base can accommodate 150,000 people, and with the addition of military facilities, the maximum distance between the two walls diagonally is 25 kilometers.

But the communication distance of this walkie-talkie is forty kilometers, as long as Qin Zhen sees the signal flare, he can immediately contact them.

However, Qin Zhen has not taken the initiative to communicate with them until now.

This indicates that they are most likely incapacitated.

And......

Lu Yan lowered his head and asked Mu Tang:

"Are there zombies above the third order around here?"

Mu Tang shook his head.

Yes, such an obvious Gu cultivation terrain, not to mention third-order zombies, even if it is a higher-order zombie, there should be countless of them.

After all, when the base fell, there were 135,000 people inside.

But along the way, they also encountered only low-level zombies.

And Qin Zhen, in such an environment where there are only low-level zombies, has completely lost contact, plus the "ice dragon" on the wall.

Lu Yan thought, except that it was because the top zombies hunted other high-level zombies cleanly, there was no possibility.

So what rank is this zombie?

Fifth order, or ...... A sixth-order that has never been seen before?

The most likely place for Qin Zhen to be now should be the communication station, and it seems that he can only find them one by one.

The two soon arrived at the northern communication station.

Unexpectedly, the zombies outside roared loudly, squeezed inside like crazy, and were pushed down and trampled on bones by their companions behind, as long as they didn't step on their heads, they had to climb in.

Mu Tang tilted his head strangely:

"Is there a living person in this?"

Lu Yan shook his head:

"It's unlikely."

Thousands of zombies squeezed into a small building, and according to this momentum, the first zombies are estimated to have been squeezed into meat sauce, not to mention the living.

There's nothing they can do to stop the walking dead.

Lu Yan raised his hand, and a thunderbolt fell not far away!

The zombies that were still frantically squeezing just now immediately stopped their movements, and then turned their heads together, looking at the place where the thunder fell at the same time with those rotten or empty eye sockets.

Lu Yan sent down another thunderbolt.

This time it was as if a switch had been pressed, and these zombies immediately changed direction and pounced towards the place where the thunder fell!

The tiny communication station is like a flood backlog that opens its valves.

In an instant, countless zombies poured out, repeating the scene just now.

A large army of zombies ran out first, followed by a few people whose lower bodies were trampled on, and they desperately crawled over there while shaking their heads.

The eyeballs that fall out sway from side to side as they shake.

Mu Tang watched the wriggling zombie crawl farther and farther, and suddenly remembered what he looked like when he first met Lu Yan, and involuntarily touched his eye sockets to confirm that his two eyeballs were still inside.

Lu Yan knew what the little girl was thinking as soon as she saw her movements.

I touched her with a smile and a smile, and said angrily:

"Silly girl."

Mu Tang thought about it and smiled.

The two jumped off the muddy back, motioned for it to wait outside, and then entered the communication station one after the other.

It's hard to describe what you see inside.

In front of him was a corpse that had been trampled into a pulp, if it weren't for the set of tattered clothes that had been wrapped in a foul smell in the mush, Mu Tang wouldn't even be able to recognize it.

Along the way, the originally white white putty wall next to it has long been indistinguishable by those carrion pastes.

Suddenly there was a zombie scream in my ears.

Mu Tang subconsciously pulled out his gun and went over, but found that this zombie no longer had any ability to act.

It lay on the ground, all the parts below the shoulders trampled into meat sauce by its companions, and at first glance it looked like only one head was lying on the ground.

I saw it desperately raise its head, its cloudy eyes were full of bloody greed, and it yelled at Lu Yan with its mouth open, struggling frantically to come over and bite him.

Its shoulders gradually began to break away from its trampled body as it moved, making a sticky sound of flesh sticking and tearing.

But it didn't care, it only had the fresh life in front of it.

Mu Tang frowned, and directly took out the knife and inserted it into the center of its eyebrows.

On the other side, Lu Yan touched the lock of the door of the communication room.

Although the door had been squeezed out of shape, Lu Yan could still see that the door lock had been tampered with.

Mu Tang went around in a circle, and after confirming that there were no living people, he came over and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yan pointed to the door lock:

"This lock was vandalized, and those survivors should have been here."

There was a sudden crackling sound in his ears, Lu Yan turned his head, carefully scanned the room, and suddenly walked towards the cubicle in the communication room.

After only glancing at the cubicle, Lu Yan turned around and said to Mu Tang:

"Wait for me here." If he could, he didn't want Mu Tang to see human corpses again, because he couldn't guarantee that these things would not affect her mind.

Mu Tang nodded obediently.

Lu Yan took a deep breath and squatted down.

In front of him was a corpse that had been gnawed and only white bones remained, but his wrists were hoisted, and looking along the rope that bound his wrists, a rifle that had no bullets was hanging outside, and it slammed against the burglar window with a shaking, making a noise.

Judging by this lame way of tying, it was tied by himself.

Zombies don't take the initiative to eat dead people, unless the person is bitten to death by them, so this person should watch the zombies start eating their own flesh alive.

As long as someone moves his body, even if he is dead, he can still drag the gun outside to hit the burglar window with a swing of his wrist and make a sound.

The purpose is to make a move and lure away the group of zombies for his companions.

Lu Yan picked out the national flag and the mark representing his name from the fragments of clothing on his bones, stood up, put down his wrist, took the gun off, and saluted.

walked out of the cubicle and whispered to Mu Tang, who was waiting for him:

"Let's go."