Then, he held a military spur in his left hand and a crowbar in his right hand.

Put your feet on the tracks and climb to where the two black-skinned zombies were.

Stand still, lift your legs, and rub your shoes with a crowbar.

The two pairs of eyes looked straight together.

There was still a grinning expression on his face, and it seemed that everything was hard except for his eyes.

Wang Tu is not in the habit of keeping pets, and he is not a scientist, so he does not need to slice them for study.

Without further ado, he brandished a crowbar and slammed it on the head of one of the black skins.

"Chasing, why don't you chase?"

"Aren't you crowded?"

Although he retreated, Wang Tu still felt scared at this time.

If you sail on the sea, you will not return.

Life and death are too close to each other, and if you don't take one step well, you will fall into the abyss.

However, when he caught the two of them, he could be regarded as finding a reason to vent his anger.

There was no need for military thorns, a solid crowbar was rounded, and they were taught a good lesson, and the skin was opened.

Their ability to recover is truly remarkable, and the newly cracked skin can be healed with only visible effort.

After venting his negative emotions, he found that the state of the two black-skinned zombies was slowly returning to normal, so Wang Tu pulled out the military thorn and stabbed it directly to send them back to the west.

Cut off the middle finger of a black-skinned zombie, no blood flowed out, wrapped it in a rag and put it in his trouser pocket.

Survivors ...... from the back of armed mining trucks Climb down, hold each other on, and sit in a circle on the dry grass.

One by one, their faces were dark, their hands were covering their abdomen, and their mouths were slightly open.

It's fresh air.

It's a little cooler, but it smells so good.

They sniffed greedily and kept taking deep breaths, trying to get rid of the flatulence in their bodies as quickly as possible.

Wang Tu walked over and said with concern: "It is not easy for us to escape, it is the result of everyone's concerted efforts. How's it going, is it still uncomfortable? ”

The middle-aged man closest to him smiled reluctantly, just waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay...... Sir, it doesn't matter. ”

Within two seconds of pause, a violent feeling of nausea surged for the umpteenth time, and he turned around and vomited.

"Uh...... Forehead ......"

In fact, I vomited all the way, and my stomach was already empty, but the internal organs are estimated to be reversed, how can it be so easy to adjust.

Motion sickness is not a disease, but it can be fatal.

Hearing someone next to him vomiting, as if contagious, more people frowned and stood up and bent down.

The sound in his ears made Wang Tu embarrassed to stay any longer, he walked a few steps away, lit a cigarette, and silently swallowed the clouds and exhaled the fog.

The smoke is filling, and people are shrouded in it, and their eyes are misty, thinking.

To the west of this meeting, the sunset has unconsciously set over the mountain. In the dark gray distance, unnamed birds flew by.

The day is over.

It is a long time from morning to night, and due to the lack of regular three meals a day, the concept of time is not very obvious.

Footsteps are approaching.

"Sir." Hoarse vocal cavity.

Wang Tu took out his cigarette, smoked one and handed it over, and the haggard man stood on his feet and reached out to take it.

Ignited, took a deep suffocation, and spit out pale blue smoke for a while.

"What's next...... Are we staying here temporarily? Looking at the gray city below the mountain, Zhang Qiang asked calmly.

"Temporary Residence...... That's not a good word. Wang Tu smiled, put his hands in his pockets, "This is our own city, and it is also our home, we ...... Gotta put down roots. ”

"You've probably heard a little story."

"Oh, the story?" For Wang Tu's next words, Zhang Qiang was full of interest.

Looking at men from a man's point of view, regardless of the other party's military identity, Zhang Qiang thinks he is a very peculiar person.

is both domineering and sensible; is both ruthless and just.

Zhang Qiang has lived for more than 30 years, has a wide range of contacts, has read countless people, and has made achievements in other aspects except for some problems in his marriage.

But even so, he still felt that he couldn't see through the young man.

If you want to know people, you don't need to have an excessive in-depth understanding, the first impression is enough to grasp the character, and after a simple contact, you can basically see the overall three or four.

For the Wang disciple, he didn't understand it at all, and at the same time he was subconsciously afraid.

Maybe that's why I feel so much admiration.

Other young people, at the age of the other party, suddenly encounter the end of the world, I am afraid that most of them will have difficulty in protecting themselves.

And he has already led a team to go deep into the dangerous city to search for food.

When he met him and reported Brother Long's evil deeds, he was willing to go without hesitation.

In front of the door, he ordered the soldiers to wait outside and enter alone.

He said to go first to see if Brother Long was really that vicious.

This is the idea of not wanting to kill innocents indiscriminately.

And after witnessing the true face of Brother Long and others, they immediately killed the killer without mercy.

He was too steady and too decisive.

I have a scale in my heart and measure it accurately.

Be brave, strategic, calm and calm, and look for the most suitable solution.

Especially when it comes to transferring survivors from the police shelter, the orders he gives are concise, to the point, and to the point.

The benefit of this is that it ensures that the delivery is clear and that others are running smoothly.

Not only is the personal strength strong, but the command ability should not be underestimated.

Zhang Qiang nodded secretly and glanced at him more.

"A little story is not a story, it is a fable." After pondering for a while, Wang Tu began to speak.

"The ground is overgrown with weeds, and there are many ways to get rid of them, you can pull them out, you can spray them, you can even set them on fire."

"What do you think is the best way to do it?" Wang Tu asked.

This is an old fable, which has been told in textbooks.

In the past, some people often gave examples.

So Zhang Qiang did not hesitate and replied: "Planting crops? ”

"That's right." Wang Tu nodded, and continued, "However, all the fields are overgrown with weeds, and there is almost no place for crops. ”

"Even if you plant it, it will die in the haystack."

Zhang Qiang didn't understand it, he naturally knew that Wang Tu was using people and zombies as a metaphor.

It's just that I don't understand what Wang Tu means when he says this.

Could it be—

Is it a lament of helplessness in the last days?

Is it a spit out of the pressure of survival?

Or is it something else?

Unable to figure it out, he couldn't help but sigh as well.

It's useless to think about it, let's take it one step at a time.

The grass is full, and no one can plant crops anymore.

Not only that, but the crops are being submerged in a sea of grass, and not even a single wave is splashing.

Lost the cigarette butt and lit one of his own, Zhang Qiang squatted and smoked, looking at the scenery.

He couldn't hear the other words of the king's disciples.

For the king said it in his heart.

……

The way to get rid of weeds is to ...... Plant weeds.

Seize their nutrients, block their sunlight, and occupy their living space.

Until, forcing them to wither and become extinct.