When he met the strange fragrance again, Yang Xiaohai immediately froze, and after a little look in the mess, he found the "fierce general brother" who was torn apart. The traces of the explosion of Dahao's head are difficult to find, and it has long been mixed with many wreckage.

"It's a pity!" After discovering several strange fragrances, Yang Xiaohai vaguely guessed that the source of the strange fragrance was likely to be related to the brains of the "mutant infected people". Because Yang Xiaohai only smelled the brains of the "fierce general-type infected" and the evolved "infected" when they were exposed to the air. finally spelled out a way out, but Yang Xiaohai couldn't afford to delay.

Seeing that the source of the strange fragrance cannot be determined, it can only be confirmed in the future. Yang Xiaohai tightened the shoulder straps of his backpack and ran towards the "infected" under the small hill. No matter how desperate he tried, he only cleaned up the infected at the door. Compared to the army of monsters farther away, the unlucky ones killed are simply a drop in the bucket.

He pulled out his MK25 in his right hand and pulled down a grenade in his left hand. Sticking his thumb into the pull ring, Yang Xiaohai grabbed the cold grenade and plunged into the scattered but everywhere group of "infected". Not far in front of him, the sparse monsters gradually converged on him. Yang Xiaohai spread his feet and ran wildly on the soft ground.

If there are too many "infected" in front of him to force his way through, he turns to trot a few steps backwards. When the monsters were in pursuit, he used his speed advantage to leave them behind. Although it is a little immature, it is very effective for "infected" who are slow to move. When he first ran, Yang Xiaohai couldn't control the distance well.

was surrounded several times, relying on the armor and the thickness of the blood, and rushed out several times. When I ran wildly for half an hour and was sweating, I was stunned and didn't fire a shot. Yang Xiaohai, who was empty-handed, made up his mind.

"Quack, quack, quack" An old eagle with a black body spread its wings and flew high, and it rose into the air in a few clicks. Floating in the air and looking down, on the uneven shore of the lake, a farce was being staged at this moment: a black dot led the way, driving countless infected people who were originally wandering randomly, and a huge swallow-shaped phalanx was formed close to the shore.

For half an hour, Yang Xiaohai didn't know how much hatred he had, only to know that there were not only a large number of ordinary "infected people" behind him, but even the "fierce general" appeared. The reason why he hasn't been caught up yet is completely dependent on Yang Xiaohai's agility.

Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, if the "fierce brother" is about to exceed the strange group, he will run backwards for a while. After the "fierce brother" fell back into the ordinary "infected", Yang Xiaohai was willing to resume the straight route. It's slow, but it's safe. As long as you can keep up with your physical strength, you won't be in danger of having a positive boss.

In fact, the method is not very clever, it is nothing more than a mob coercing the boss, and using a dull ordinary "infected" to delay the "fierce general brother". The "infected" are brainless, and they neither consider how to deal with it, nor will they be angry and angry because of Yang Xiaohai's repeated change of direction.

It's just that he ignores the power of the "fierce general", and also ignores the determination of the mutant "infected" to his ambition. If it weren't for the "fierce brothers" attacking each other from time to time and trying to pick off each other's heads, the old otaku would have been surrounded long ago.

After chasing and stopping, Yang Xiaohai finally ran to the place where he landed first - next to the crooked neck old tree. The sky was no longer raining, and the dreary clouds were lighter. Although it still doesn't see the light of day, at least it's not too depressing. The rain has subsided, and the rate at which "infected people" are pouring out has also decreased. However, these have little impact on Yang Xiaohai.

After going around in a big circle and attracting the "infected" around him, he ran with all his strength and climbed the tree as fast as he could. In the dense canopy of trees, the familiar nylon colored cloth was waiting for him quietly. That's right, Yang Xiaohai dared to take risks and dared not to take back the black card, which came from the hot air balloon on the roof of his house.

Maybe it's three, maybe five, anyway, after a few climbs, Yang Xiaohai ran into the hanging basket. The hot air balloon had already been repaired by him, and it had been refueled a few months ago, and even the colorful airbags had been cleaned up. For the means to save his life, of course Yang Xiaohai must be serious.

Pack up the hot air balloon, just in case. I didn't think that this "what if" would come so soon. The airbag extended, and the igniter "poofed" out blue flames. After more than ten seconds, the airbag is no longer depressed. One leg, step out of the bamboo hanging basket, and jump directly from the tree.

The rain-soaked land relieved the momentum, allowing Yang Xiaohai to complete the transition between squatting and running without pause. Behind him are hundreds of "infected" with fangs and claws. It takes less than twenty seconds to go up the tree, light the fire, and jump down. However, this period of time has exhausted the distance advantage gained by desperate sprints.

However, the ignition was successful, and the sacrifice was worth it. He lured the huge horde away from the old trees, allowing the air sacs to swell and grow under the onslaught of hydrogen.

The "infected" are brainless, and although there are many of them, they all honestly follow Yang Xiaohai's ass in circles. They are neither tired nor irritable, and they don't know what it means to give up. However, the strange legs gradually became sore. After a little longer, the ranged ability of "Brother Fierce General" was "activated".

An ordinary "infected person" kept falling from the sky, and this hand alone made Yang Xiaohai's head as big as a fight. If it weren't for the fact that he had a lot of experience in escaping, the old otaku would have been lying down a long time ago.

There is no suffering in vain in the world, and in the confrontation, the airbag is finally full again, fluttering above the old tree. The thick upper and lower thin discordant figure swayed gently, and he was constantly beckoning to Yang Xiaohai. "Aim, I'm going to vomit blood when I run, you're so full of meow." In the midst of complaining, Yang Xiaohai threw all four grenades backwards with two in one hand.

With all his might, Yang Xiaohai ran under the willow tree. I wanted to go up directly, but as soon as I kicked the trunk, I immediately fell down weakly. Daqing's physical strength is already seriously overdrawn, and he doesn't even have the strength to climb.

"Smack!" An "insubject" flew over, smashed straight into the trunk of the tree, and slowly slid towards the ground. Yang Xiaohai pulled out the dagger tied to his calf and pierced the head of the "infected" with a knife. With the other hand flicking down, a mud-covered shoe fell to the mud.

The big foot without socks landed directly on the trunk of the tree, and the old otaku suddenly had strong support. Draw your sword and stab it high. With a "poof", the dagger was inserted into the bark again, and it was transformed into a professional climbing tool - a climbing pick.

Sticking to the rough bark, Yang Xiaohai swam quickly and finally successfully threw himself into the hanging basket. Ignoring the soreness and weakness of his body, he waved his dagger and slashed at the armrest of the hanging basket.

There was a "poof" sound, and the thumb-thick hemp rope broke in response. The hot air balloon that had already inflated was like a bird that had been sleepy for a long time, and it climbed straight up more than ten meters with a "whew". Without waiting for the old otaku to breathe, ordinary infected people, broken trees, and residual stones also ascended to heaven together.

In the chaos, a piece of tree trunk could be rubbed into the corner of the hanging basket, almost lifting Yang Xiaohai out. At this moment, the old otaku has nothing to do. The only thing left is to hold on to the fixed rope on the hanging basket and recite mantras and pray. Fortunately, the pressure of the hydrogen bottle is sufficient, so that the balloon climbs quickly.

When they flew to a height of dozens of meters, the local tyrant behavior of the two "fierce brothers" who frantically brushed "gifts" came to an unwilling end.

Yang Xiaohai was crooked at the bottom of the hanging basket, enjoying the sourness of exhaustion. Through the gap between the bamboo and rattan, the old otaku looked at the ground. Next to the old tree, the wave of "infected people" spreads everywhere. They threw their heads back, opened their mouths and screamed at him. Even if he was in the air, he still clearly heard the meaning of unwillingness and persistence.

And a little farther away from the old tree, by the water's edge, is a group of "fierce brothers" who are fighting. probably realized that Yang Xiaohai turned into a well-fed swan, and suddenly missed his goal, and the two brothers and the four later "fierce brothers" all fell into "lingering on death". Looking at that posture, if the "champion" is not born, it is not going to stop.

A warm fumig blew, and the balloon stopped climbing vertically, but drifted away into the unknown distance. As soon as the danger was removed, Yang Xiaohai immediately recovered his "middle two" temperament. He poked out of the basket and gave God's perspective on the earth. Instead of drifting into the depths of the reservoir, the hot air balloon swung in the direction of the city center.

Yang Xiaohai naturally didn't want to join in the fun, but he couldn't twist the power of nature. After trying to adjust the direction, but to no avail, the burnout suddenly appeared, and then he continued to make up mud on the bottom of the basket. Pouting his ass, he began to enjoy the scenery outside the bamboo crack. After a while, I suddenly felt an itch at the base of my neck.

With a backhand, a Brazilian red-eared turtle appeared in front of him. "Hey, our brothers are quite fated!" Ben forgot to bring it when he packed his package. Who knew that this thing had presciently crawled into the bag. Yang Xiaohai cherished the little turtle back into his backpack, zipped it up, and turned around to continue pouting his butt and looking down at the earth.

As soon as he cast his gaze, the old otaku froze, and then stood still.

What makes the old otaku stiff and hardened is just an "infected". The "Infected" didn't chase and roar with his companions, nor was he covered in dirt like the "strangers" who were swept by the water. It stood quietly on a raised boulder, and the camouflage uniform on its body perfectly blended with heaven and earth.

"Wanru ......"

His heart shrank violently, and Yang Xiaohai softly exhaled the imprint in the depths of his heart. The long hair is already mottled. It tilted its head and was tilting itself to look at the hot air balloon in the air.

"Whether it's right or wrong, you don't owe Sister Wang anything anymore......" Yang Xiaohai's tone was cold, but his eyes were blurred by the overflowing tears, and then he wet the bamboo strips that were close at hand.

In the last days, no one is more noble than the other. The spirits of all things have become rootless duckweed in the face of death. Most of the "survivors" are panicked and have nowhere to stay, ruthlessly tricked by the goddess of fate, and driven to an unknown tomorrow.

"To survive or to perish?" This is a question that everyone must face up.