"I'm only hungry after I've vomited. I eat biscuits and he eats chocolate bars. You're too partial. The emperor still needs hungry soldiers. My brother said that this mission is very dangerous and might be over."

"Then I should eat more good food. It would be unfair if I were still hungry if I died. Come on, let it eat biscuits!" The more Niu Dagui said, the more his stomach growled, so he simply threw in the biscuits in his hand.

He took off the top cover and planned to fool Jiao Si with a good charge.

"...You can't fucking say some auspicious words! Come on, come on, eat them all, and give two to Zhong Wei." What Niu Dagui said was so heartbreaking, but the truth is not rough. People will follow you to risk their lives, and the result will be

You can't even get enough of a Snickers bar, and you have to watch you feed the monsters.

Hong Tao let out a long sigh, took out the few remaining sticks in his pocket, and handed them all over, without forgetting to divide them up. This stupid thing was born to be messy, and no one could think of it except his brother.

"Well...Captain Hong, they used to say in the relief army that you were a pervert. You liked to raise zombies all day long, and you were also a female zombie. This time, my eyes were opened. Not only did you raise zombies, but you also raised such a

It’s strange to say that, when it sees me, it bares its teeth and glares, how come it becomes honest when it sees you?”

With Snickers to eat, Niu Dagui had been honest for two minutes when another problem arose. Even though he had met Hong Tao a long time ago and had contact with him, he had never been on a mission with Hong Tao, let alone had a serious chat with him.

I have a lot of questions. I finally took the opportunity and refused to ask for clarification.

"Hey hey hey hey..." A low laugh came from the front. Zhong Wei could hear the conversation behind it even with half of her head exposed outside the car. She had also heard the joke about raising zombies and raising female zombies. She just heard it.

I had some very bad guesses at that time, which are really funny when I think about them now.

"Fuck you! Your dad only likes to raise zombies! Hey, you're still staring. Believe it or not, I'll cut off all your fingers!" If it were anyone else, Hong Tao would immediately use more vicious words to fight back,

Even eight generations of people’s ancestors had to go around.

But when it comes to Niu Dagui, verbal attacks are basically ineffective. He can't hear the outside sound of the words. The more vicious and clever you scold him, the harder it will be for him to understand, which is a waste of time. If you want to scold him, you have to be easy to understand and straightforward.

"It's not me who said it. Whoever has the ability can tell me to go to him..." Upon hearing this, Niu Dagui's ferocious mood suddenly evaporated.

Every time Hong Tao participated in a fighting training class, his fingers couldn't escape and their joints were pressed in various ways. He couldn't exert any strength, and it was not only painful but also aggravating.

"Captain Hong, we are about to turn into the village..." Zhong Wei suddenly shouted loudly, twice, for fear of being drowned out by the roar of the engine.

"Close the hatch and prepare for war!" Hong Tao stood up and tilted his head to avoid the turret and looked to the right. A dense cluster of houses appeared not far away, and the road happened to pass through it.

"Bang..." As the hatch closed, there was only a dim small light in the car, which painted the person's face in light yellow. At this time, the car body suddenly shook, as if it had run over something.

"Captain Hong, it's calling for zombies again. More than ten of them came out of the village!" Zhong Wei's voice sounded immediately, and the car began to vibrate continuously. It turned out that it was colliding with zombies.

But for this eight-wheeled, dozen-ton-heavy machine, a small number of zombies is obviously not enough of a threat, just like driving a car over a mineral water bottle. Those tires are solid, and even if the outer layer is damaged, the inner core will be damaged.

It can wrap the wheel hub and drive it for a certain distance.

"Yes, let's do it! Come on, let's rest for a few minutes to gather strength..." Hong Tao nodded, which means that Jiao Si's function has not deteriorated, and the plan can be implemented. But now is not the time for it to work.

For a better effect, the copper mask must be pulled up for the time being.

"The distance is 4 kilometers... 3 kilometers..." Passing through two villages in a row, there were fewer buildings around and more green farmland, but unfortunately it was all weeds. At this time, Niu Dagui's periscope and vehicle-mounted sighting system started

As he worked, he shouted out each distance parameter loudly.

"Shhh, keep your voice down, I'm deaf! Zhong Wei, don't get too close, turn around after 500 meters." Hong Tao kicked the shell of the fort, for fear that this guy's loud voice would be better than Jiao Si's brainwaves, and he would be a little nervous.

We will attract zombies from kilometers away.

Although the scale of the zombies at Qiaotou is not much different from the last time we met at Huairou Base, this is not the home field, we are unfamiliar with everything, and there are not enough helpers around us, so we must be cautious and careful.

Just as Hong Tao's Type 09 infantry fighting vehicle cautiously approached the bridge, a dozen vehicles also started up in a yard 3 kilometers away from the bridge.

From time to time, people were moving large and small boxes from the house to the car. In the chaos, two groups of people bumped into each other. The boxes fell to the ground, and one of them dropped its lid, and a bunch of yellow bullets spilled out of it.

"Oh, you useless snack, why are you still standing there? Pretend it up!" Seeing this scene, a man in military uniform with a pistol holster hanging on his waist jumped out of the special police armored vehicle at the entrance of the hospital and shouted loudly.

"Old Zhao, aren't we going to take a plane? What are we bringing so many guns and bullets for?" When the man got back into the car, a sweet voice came from the back seat. The voice was so sweet that it was better than Zhou Yuan's pretense.

The cute voice is still boring.

"Hey, what kind of plane are you on? You have long hair and short knowledge. How can a person named Hong be so kind and come here to save me regardless of the danger? He just likes the more than 200 people under our command. Alas, Shi Ye's life is at stake.

, I was on guard and let him succeed, he is really a rat, I can’t guard against him..."

The man called Lao Zhao is not very old. He looks more than thirty years older. He has a dark face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. He wears a straight military uniform. He has a heroic spirit and his eyes show perseverance.

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He is the self-proclaimed leader of the Jinan survivor camp. Zhao Ziping, nicknamed the Zhao family on the radio, served as the deputy squadron leader of the traffic police brigade's super-control squadron before the zombie disease broke out.

He happened to be on duty that night, and as usual, he and another traffic control officer were in the same car, patrolling between several traffic control points. The two of them were surprised that neither of them had changed. It was possible that he was chasing the good man who repaired the bridge and repaired the road.

Both of them were in their prime and had cars. They ran out of the city without much effort and met a policeman from the police station who had not mutated at the Zhichao Station on the edge of the city. Now it was better, someone had a gun and a leader.

There are small soldiers, and according to his position, it is naturally Zhao Ziping who takes the big decision.

The three people first used the shortest possible time to figure out what was going on, and then chose the most correct way without hesitation: instead of entering the city to go home, they first went to the armed police station next to the marshalling station. Zhao Ziping was an armed policeman when he was young and had two comrades.

I serve here, and everyone comes and goes frequently to get familiar with the situation.

The subsequent process was very simple. Three men who had all served as soldiers, and a relatively smart leader. Even though they were a little scared, panicked, and at a loss when they first faced the zombies, in the end they were still flawless and it took most of a day to adapt.

I found a way to kill zombies.

After cleaning up the armed police station, and with better weapons and two explosion-proof vehicles, the three people immediately began to think about how to get home. They tried several times without success, and were almost surrounded by a group of zombies. After realizing that the zombies were very sensitive to the sound of gunfire,

In addition to being sensitive, another reward is saving several survivors.

To put it simply, they kept trying to go home, constantly going deep into the city, and found survivors again and again. In the first week, they gathered more than 40 people. It has to be said that the initial number of survivors should be

More, the further back you drag, the less.

After a month of continuous efforts, two of the three people returned home. Unfortunately, it would be better not to come back and watch their loved ones become neither human nor ghosts, which would be even more sad.

Zhao Ziping's home is in the center of the city, the most densely populated, and the most difficult. To be honest, after seeing the joys and sorrows of so many families, and knowing more and more about zombies, by this time he no longer has feelings for his wife and son.

What hope do you have?

If they hadn't mutated in the first place, they wouldn't have been able to survive for more than a month just relying on the little reserves at home. They would have either died of thirst or starvation or been bitten to death by zombies. If they had mutated in the first batch, it would be useless to go back now.
Chapter completed!