Chapter 15 God can do anything

Ye Zhiqiu's tactical vest was very strong and did not break at critical moments like in the movie. However, when Carlos pulled him into the car with the help of others, he still felt dizzy and disgusting. The power of the anti-infantry thunder was not covered, and it was really impressive within the effective killing range of fifty meters.

It is hard to say whether Ye Zhiqiu's luck is good or bad. Under normal circumstances, he should not be affected behind the directional anti-infantry thunder. However, when he was hiding a rope, due to the interference of the grenade, he touched the thunder body slightly, allowing his pointing movement to occur. It was this movement that made him at the edge of the impact when the mine exploded. However, it was coincidentally outside the range of sixty degrees of killing, so his body was only blown by the air waves. Not only did he have any parts, but nothing was found on his body. And if it weren't for the air waves that pushed him, he would probably have to fight guerrillas in the enemy-occupied area now, at least he had to persist until the sun rose.

There were not many people getting on the bus in the end. A large part of the 100 people Claire said failed to get out of the building. In addition, the people who came out first got on the first car first, so there were not many people in Ye Zhiqiu. He looked at Carlos who was lying in front of him and whispered: "Is there any water?"

When he was on the plane, he was not wearing a combat uniform, and naturally he had no water bags. Later, when he got off the plane, he didn't think of this problem in a hurry. Now he remembered that he was thirsty.

Carlos was wearing ordinary combat camouflage without a lining of water bags. He shook the kettle on his waist and shook his head and said, "You're late."

"Is there no good news? Ye Zhiqiu felt that the car was jumping violently, and the sound of collisions kept coming from the body of the car. It was obviously very popular with zombies along the way. The problem was that their car was the second car, and the school bus in front must have been more attacked than they did.

"Yes." Carlos knew what he was worried about, but in this case, he had no good idea, so he had to lean into Ye Zhiqiu's ear and whisper: "Maybe you can get yourself some milk."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him and saw a woman holding a baby sitting in the middle of the school bus. Ye Zhiqiu was shocked. Anchorage also had some newborns, but there were strict distinctions between civilians and soldiers. He had never had such close contact with children. He was stunned for a moment and whispered: "It's so disgusting. I haven't eaten that thing in almost thirty years."

"That's a pity." Carlos patted his face, stood up, and then heard a bang above his head, and ignorant zombies jumped directly from a high place to the roof of their car, and were thrown out by the violently bumpy school bus. Carlos looked at the zombies rolling on the ground behind the car, whistled, and then the car was slammed, almost causing him to hit the chair.

He cursed, turned around and shouted in the direction of the driver: "Can you drive more steadily, right?"

"Of course." The pilot replied: "Just clean the road first."

"Fuck!" Carlos gave him a middle finger. The pilot saw his hand gesture from the rearview mirror, laughed and asked, "Is there any cigarette?"

Carlos took out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes from his pocket, walked over and pulled out one and handed it over. The pilot shrugged and signaled that he had to control the car with all his strength. So Carlos stuffed the cigarette into his mouth and lit it before pressing it directly into the pilot's mouth.

The pilot took a sip of smoke with great pleasure, and said vaguely: "Thank you, my name is Chu Ke Chen. I'm very happy to know you."

"Carlos." Carlos also ordered a stick for himself, looked around the passengers in the car, and said simply: "I'm very happy to know you too."

The two of them seemed to have completely forgotten the conflict that happened just now, and also forgot that Carlos once threatened to shoot Chuk. No one knew whether Carlos would actually shoot if Ye Zhiqiu was not thrown into the car by the air waves. In that case, both of them had their own choices, and there was no way to comment on who was right. To put it in a very popular way, no one was responsible for what had not happened.

Ye Zhiqiu slowly supported himself from the floor. The soldier guarding the car window next to him reached out to pull him, but he refused. He held the chair and stood up. From the broken rear window, he could no longer see the place where the soldier died. Ye Zhiqiu thought hard, but could not think of giving him a name. From the beginning, he deliberately kept a distance from the soldiers. Apart from training, he rarely was with them. This did not cause any disgust among the soldiers. Americans pay more attention to individual units and paid attention to the need to open distances between people. Moreover, the US military did not have the habit of getting together with officers and soldiers, so many people thought that this was the pride of heroes. Only he himself understood that he did not want to put any feelings into these people.

It was not until now that he suddenly realized that even with racial and cultural differences, these soldiers were still the same as the soldiers he trained in China, as young, passionate, and brave to sacrifice in many places. He looked at the soldiers standing by his side with guns. Perhaps these young people who have just experienced the disaster now understand the meaning of life better than their peers in China.

Just when he was in a daze, someone around him gently pulled him. Ye Zhiqiu turned his head and saw a girl's dirty face. She raised the big water bottle in her hand to Ye Zhiqiu: "I heard you want to drink water."

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment. He looked at the girl's face. She was about twelve or thirteen years old. Her fat face was a little fat. Ye Zhiqiu was not good at judging the age of the child, but this child was definitely not old. He had no habit of drinking other people's things, so he naturally would not pick up a water bottle. He just lowered his head and asked, "Where is your family?" The girl sat alone in the side window, so he asked.

The girl looked at her and blinked: "Did you say my mom? I think I've lost her forever."

Ye Zhiqiu was speechless for a moment and couldn't think of what to say. It was hard to say whether a girl of her age could state such a terrible thing so calmly. At this time, an old man sitting in the front row turned around and experienced such a crazy night. He was still wearing his bowler hat: "Are you people from the army?"

"Uh." Ye Zhiqiu hesitated and shook his head and said, "No."

The old man looked at him, muttered in a low voice, and then began to bow his head devoutly to pray. When Ye Zhiqiu heard what he said, he said: "I knew that they would not be so kind."

He was about to ask, but suddenly there was a harsh sound of brakes. The school bus they were riding stopped. Several zombies behind who were abandoning but reluctant to leave could not stop and actually hit them head-on. One of them went straight through the car window and landed in front of Ye Zhiqiu. The soldier guarding the window fell on his seat due to the inertia of the sudden brake.

The girl screamed, and what surprised Ye Zhiqiu was that the entire carriage was scared by the accident. Even Carlos, who was chatting with Chuk, drew out a pistol - his rifle was hanging on his chest, and the pistol was still quick to fire. Moreover, with so many people, the rifle was easily injured by accident. However, the old man sitting next to Ye Zhiqiu was still praying intently, and he didn't even raise his head to the zombies nearby.

Ye Zhiqiu reached out to grab the zombie that came to the door, pinched its neck and picked it up. If humans could not eat anything good in this end-of-life environment, the diet of the zombies was even more worrying. The zombies that Ye Zhiqiu saw were all malnourished and had no fat on their body. It was difficult to explain it by their body shape before they became zombies, unless the spores specifically killed fat people, so the greater possibility is that this epidemic has special effects on weight loss.

Therefore, for the zombie who successfully lost weight, Ye Zhiqiu felt that the touch was really not very good and very uncomfortable. The zombie was not so bad, but it was not a problem when it jumped into the car. One leg hit the edge of the window, and it didn't stand firm when it jumped into the car, which made Ye Zhiqiu take advantage of the loophole.

Holding the zombie in his hand, Ye Zhiqiu didn't give it a chance to fight back, and threw it out of the back window, and knocked down a zombie that was snatched up to pick up the cheap ones. Then the zombies that fell to the ground mixed up a group of unlucky guys.

At this time, the soldier also stood up, picked up his rifle and shot out the window. The gunshot sounded deafening in the narrow carriage. In just a while, more than a dozen zombies appeared around him, and one of them jumped to the roof of the car.

Ye Zhiqiu was not very worried about zombies passing through the car body. Zombies are not demons in horror movies and do not have the ability to penetrate the walls with empty hands. After all, the steel plates on the car body are harder than their bones. What he was worried about was the tempered glass on the car. This kind of thing could not be smashed with a hand hammer when it became hard, but if you were not lucky, a small stone might turn it into a slag on the ground.

He pulled out his pistol and shouted, "Everyone is lying on the seat." While saying that, he pressed the little girl beside him under the seat and said loudly, "Don't be afraid when you stay here."

The little girl didn't say anything, and she got down very well. The carriage was in a panic. People found themselves looking safe. Ye Zhiqiu saw that the old man was still muttering with his eyes closed in his seat, pressing his shoulders, and shouting in his ear: "Do you think in such a noisy environment, can God hear what you say?"

The old man opened his eyes and looked at him, whispering: "God can do everything."

"Very good." Ye Zhiqiu shouted, "Then please advise you to do what I said." After that, he looked back and saw that there were not many zombies catching up with. After the soldiers knocked down the two zombies, there was no more worthy of shooting in the shooting world. The other zombies were separated from them by the car body or glass, and the soldiers could not shoot.

Ye Zhiqiu walked forward with all his might, signaling a soldier standing in the middle to take over his position, and then asked Chu Ke: "What's wrong?" He is now the driver of the car, and Ye Zhiqiu hopes that he can know why he parked.

Chuk spread his hands, and a voice sounded from the communicator: "Sir, there is no way ahead."

Carlos picked up the rifle and glanced at Ye Zhiqiu: "We have to build a defense line."
Chapter completed!