Holding the long knife and symbolically wiping the blood on the beast's fur, Huang Liang slowly stood up and inserted the long knife back into the refining sheath

The rats retreated, but it doesn't mean that these beasts trapped on the roof of the building can retreat, even if it is a tool used to sharpen the death squad, they must be seriously disposed of when they run out.

"I'm such a civilized person. Huang Liang clapped his hands with satisfaction and boasted.

Fortunately, the members of the death squad were not around, and they couldn't hear Huang Liang's outrageous boasting, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to scold out loud.

The rescue team acted quickly, quickly dispersing all other creatures on the ground, and then began emergency treatment and first aid for the death squad members who were slumped on the roof of the building.

The simple disinfection and bandaging is like a ghost gate for the death squad members, and the alcohol applied to the wound is like a blunt knife cutting the flesh one by one, and the death squad members with perseverance and endurance are also unbearable, and the pain is irrepressibly squeezed out of the mouth of the clenched teeth.

"Let's take it all back on stretchers. Huang Liang couldn't stand it anymore, stopped the idea of the medical soldiers wanting to be treated on the spot, and said loudly.

And then......

The medical staff directly disinfected with alcohol, tied the wounds with heavy wounds, and then threw them directly on the grain rack and carried the wounded to the back of the military truck.

This operation made Huang Liang look frightened, for fear that the members of the death squad who he had finally saved would burp directly because of this simple and crude treatment.

Seeing Huang Liang's face on the side, the soldiers on the side said friendlyly: "It's nothing, these people know how to measure." ”

If it weren't for Huang Liang seeing the daredevils on the stretcher bruising in pain, he would have almost believed this friendly nonsense, wouldn't he be lying to himself.

He said silently in his heart: "Pay attention next time, don't get hurt, especially when you meet these people when you don't take support, it's better to be dead." ”

Pointing to the corpses on the roof of the building, Huang Liang said to the soldiers guarding the building: "Pack up all these rats and take them away, and then let the laboratory study these rats to see if they can deduce anything, just follow them mine." ”

"Yes......" The soldier replied loudly, but he didn't know what to call Huang Liang, after all, Huang Liang didn't have a military rank, he was just the nominal chief instructor of the death squad, and he was not in the same system as them.

Huang Liang didn't care, patted the soldier's shoulder, and then jumped directly from the top of the building.

The scabbard was vigorously stabbed into the wall, relieving the gravity of Huang Liang swooping down, and then using inertia to pull the scabbard off the wall, only a few unloading, Huang Liang successfully reached the downstairs.

This posture is really handsome, at least the previous soldiers have poked their heads out to look at Huang Liang who has landed safely, and Huang Liang also galloped out with vanity, rushing towards his villa area, it was so late, it was time to go back and rest.

The night was long, but it was a difficult night for the death squads, and it was even more difficult for the survivors who were struggling.

Zhang Yihua, a struggling survivor, unlike most cities where troops have rescued him, his township has not been rescued at all, and even several policemen have died in the mouths of beasts, and the entire township has become a paradise for beasts in just a few days.

Zhang Yihua held his breath and listened carefully to the movement outside, making sure that no wild beasts passed by outside.

He knew that he would snore when he slept at night, so he didn't dare to sleep, which led to his only time being active for a few hours after waking up, and during those hours he had to fill his stomach and find ways to save himself.

Thinking about the food he still had at home, Zhang Yihua sighed helplessly, the water and electricity had already been cut off, if it weren't for the gas canister, he might even have to drink blood to fill his stomach.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Zhang Yihua asked in a low voice to himself, although he was alone, he still had his own obsession, and this obsession was also the reason why he was helpless but still wanted to live.

Carefully wrapped the boxing book on the table in a book cover, Zhang Yihua did not take it back into the cabinet, he looked at the boxing book on the table seriously, as if staring at his own life.

He is the last inheritor of this boxing technique, and his master is also his only relative, even if he is not related by blood, but he is the one who raised him and taught him boxing, even before leaving, the master still thinks about how to pass on this boxing technique.

"Yihua, this must be passed on, this is our root, it can't be broken!" Zhang Yihua remembered the master's advice to him before leaving, and the regretful gaze made Zhang Yihua's heart ache.

The master never married, and his life's goal is to pass it on, but now there is really no one who can endure hardship, even in the era of cold weapons, it is believed that "everything is inferior, only reading is high". Not to mention the current era?

Only the adopted Zhang Yihua has passed on his martial arts, but Zhang Yihua is the only one, just like him, he has been a person from beginning to end.

Maybe before the master left, he saw that the talk was a hopeless future for martial arts, and that regretful and lonely look in his eyes.

just fell into the memory, the time passed minute by minute, the sun slowly cut through the night, and the night passed peacefully, which also brought Zhang Yihua, who was immersed in the memory, back to his senses.

Looking at the sunlight coming in through the gap in the window, Zhang Yihua stood up, set up a posture in the open space of the room, and then began to practice boxing.

For decades, every morning is a compulsory course, this is his requirement for himself, and it is also the master's request for him, he has never had anything, just silently practiced, and it has become a habit, like eating and sleeping.

Dozens of minutes have passed, I don't know how many times Zhang Yihua repeated, sweat soaked his shirt and stuck to his skin, revealing his coordinated and linear muscles, this kind of muscle is not trained by eating protein powder, each muscle contains explosive power.

"This is our root, and it cannot be broken! Instead of waiting for death here, it is better to save yourself and go to the big city, there must be a refuge established by the army!" Zhang Yihua made a decision, he decided to leave here, to leave the place where he had lived for decades, in order to survive, and also to pass on the normal

Just do it, Zhang Yihua no longer hesitated, quickly took a bath with the excess water source, simply packed his luggage, and then fell to sleep.

He must make sure that he has enough physical strength, otherwise he is now tired and sleepy to face the dangerous and unknown new world outside, it is better to wait in the house to die, and the bones can still be preserved.

This night's sleep was extraordinarily peaceful.