"Go to Song Jinhe, bring your supplies, guns and ammunition as a stepping stone."

Wen Qiao gently grabbed Jiang Xu's hand: "We have no other choice, it is not only the survivors outside the building who are staring at us, but also those brothers who followed you from birth to death.

You've been fighting together for so long, let's leave each other a way out. ”

She sighed a little helplessly: "You don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and find your brothers pointing guns at you, right?" ”

Jiang Xu nodded helplessly: "No problem, but before that, I have to solve some people." ”

He is not blind, some people with active minds actually hit Wen Qiao's body with their ideas, she is the bottom line that he does not allow anyone to touch.

Damn, these people have always been very generous to his subordinates, and he is not stingy with any good things.

Since there are still people looking for death, then he is willing to fulfill them.

Wen Qiao understood what he meant, and she never stopped it.

As long as someone under his command has a different heart, it will not be able to stay.

Jinyuan Belvedere, Building 3.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai stood by the window and looked down, it was still mellow night outside the window, several searchlights had been deliberately broken, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

They were already well protected when the searchlights were installed, but those who were willing to find ways to cover their eyes and ears would not be able to change this in Building 3.

"There are more and more people gathered downstairs, and I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle soon."

Cheng Qianhuai handed Song Jinhe a glass of warm milk and put a thin blanket on her.

Song Jinhe nodded silently, his heart was beating violently, the blood flow rate was also accelerating, and the whole person was in a tense mental state.

In fact, it's not just Building 3 that is surrounded, all the small forces that live better in Yuncheng have been targeted by the survivors, eating away at their forces at a slow speed.

This group of people has lost their minds, they are desperate, and they also want to use their last time to cut off the thoughts of others to live.

They are very unanimous in their thoughts, since I am going to die a painful death, then you should not live.

The ground of Yuncheng was about to be buried by corpses, the blood had long since dried up, and the smell of decay emitted after being baked by the sun.

"Did you send them everything?"

Song Jinhe turned his head and asked.

Cheng Qianhuai nodded: "Gasoline and matches have been distributed in place, these things are spilled, and the people who attack them are the best incendiary." ”

Now that the weather is dry, they can't find any chance to put out the fire, so they can only wail and roll on the ground in pain.

"That's why I'm joining forces with the survivors in the building, without them, the two of us really wouldn't be able to hold Building 3."

Song Jinhe sighed, looked at the sneaky figures outside the building, picked up the backpack in the corner and walked downstairs.

In the past few days, endless conflicts and disasters will break out, and she and Cheng Qianhuai can't hide on the 18th floor without showing up.

The situation is dire, and they must work with the survivors in Building 3.

Only when everyone is united will they have a chance to live.

The survivors of the building are all gathered together, guarding the door, patrolling, pouring gas, and everyone has their own mission.

As the last searchlight went out, darkness crept in, like the first shot of the battle.

The first shout rang out from nowhere, and the crowd swarmed in.

Dressed in tattered clothes and armed with the most primitive weapons in their hands, they rushed towards Building 3 like crazy.

"Water! Food! ”

"I want to drink water, I want to drink water!"

"Give me the medicine, I'll save my son!"

The terrible and hoarse screams came from all directions, everyone wanted to live, everyone wanted to fight a bloody way.

Song Jinhe distributed the grenades to the survivors in the building to use, these were all given to her by Jiang Xu at the beginning, and now there is a reason to take them out.

The men guarding the windows on the 5th floor had plenty of gasoline in their hands and two grenades in their hands.

They were facing different directions, standing on favorable terrain, mercilessly killing their own kind.

Natural disasters are merciless, and so are people.

Grenades were hurled at the densest crowd, and in their most panicked moments, cold, pungent liquid drenched from head to toe.

Everyone was contaminated, and they thought it was water at first, but they didn't think that the taste was so different.

"Gasoline! It's gasoline! ”

I don't know who shouted, and the match with a little light instantly ignited an endless flame.

The fire scorched their flesh and skin, and who was wailing in pain? Who screamed and set fire to his companions?

Song Jinhe stood in front of the door of Building 3, and every shot could accurately solve the survivors who escaped death and attacked the gate.

They want to live, and she wants to live.

The fire had been burning all night, and by dawn it was clear outside.

The corpses were discarded around the building like weeds, and the survivors who attacked from all directions were no longer breathless.

Building 3's counterattack was effective, and the remaining survivors ran clean, but the people in the building didn't feel happy at all.

With their own hands, they killed the neighbors they once knew in the same neighborhood.

Whose blood stained their eyes red?

Everyone is fighting for their lives, never winning or losing.

Song Jinhe was now covered with black and green, and the day was a rare leisure time for them, and almost no one dared to come to the door at this time, so everyone was able to rest in shifts.

She leaned back on the couch tiredly, rubbing her stiff arm in pain.

Cheng Qianhuai stepped forward to help her relax, her eyes full of distress.

"Go sleep for a while, I'll watch over you."

Song Jinhe shook his head slightly: "Don't stay up all night, you have been guarding me last night, how can you always not sleep?"

They have shifts during the day, so let's go and rest for a while to prepare for tonight. ”

Both of them knew that the battle would not last only for a short period of time, and that as long as the water problem of the scorching heat was not solved, they would always be fat in the eyes of the survivors from the outside world.

This is unavoidable, and you can only kill people day after day, trampling on other people's corpses to survive.

Even though they wanted to rest, they didn't dare to fall into a deep sleep, for fear of missing anything.

The two hugged the quilt and lay on the sofa, and fell asleep groggily by the cool breeze of the air conditioner.

It was indeed much quieter during the day, perhaps because of the deterrent effect of the layers of corpses downstairs, but it made everyone barely sleep well.

After sleeping for about 4 hours, Song Jinhe suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She thought that someone was coming, and she was busy pulling Cheng Qianhuai to run out, but she never thought that someone reported that the couple who had come some time ago came to visit again.

Song Jinhe was a little puzzled, the two of them didn't guard the market, why did they come to Building 3?

Could it be that they are also eyeing them and want a piece of the pie?

She couldn't think of it, so she simply asked the person who came to report the news: "How many people are they coming?" ”

"There are only 2 people, with injuries on their bodies, and the man is already seriously injured and is about to faint, but he looks like he has a lot of things."