The defense of the mourning community

I don't know if it's because the stainless steel pot that just dropped on the ground is too noisy, or because everyone is moving things in full swing, and the heat generated by the exercise is too much.After all, in a snowy day with sub-zero temperatures, this kind of heat is simply a fatal temptation for zombies who long for warmth.

But because it doesn't matter what matters, what matters is that they come.

"Come back! Hurry up!" Dalong leaned on the railing and called out to the owners who were still in the middle of the road and in Shijia Xiaochao. The zombies had woken up from the cold storage and began to shake their hands and feet.

"I want to hurry up too! But this thing will explode with a slight bump!" Lian Han supported the liquefied gas tank in his hand, feeling that this thing is not much different from a C4 bomb. He said to Qin Dali in front: "Brother Aren't you number one in sprinting? You can walk a little faster!"

"Do you think I don't want to walk fast?" Qin Dali roared, "The feet are so slippery, it doesn't matter if we fall down and the two of us are blown to death, what if this street disappears?"

Lian Han choked: "My life is also very important, isn't it okay to exist?"

"Then you should be careful to support you!" Qin Dali looked at the wall that was about to be reached in front of him, his heart was pounding and he said, "Don't be afraid brother, we will be there soon!"

The two approached the wall with steady, broken steps, but Yi Chengli brushed past them, ran back to the door of Shijia Xiaochao, and yelled at the people inside: "The zombies are coming! Go back! "

The horse boys and the owners who were still thinking about whether the wine could be taken away immediately panicked when they heard this, but after so many days of end-apocalyptic life, zombies came again and again, everyone quickly calmed down, and did not forget their own. Mission lost ground.

"Don't panic, there is still a distance between them! Be careful where you step! Don't have a stampede!" Yi Chengli comforted everyone, but he didn't expect that the group of Manhattanites were calmer than he imagined, and they left in an orderly manner carrying their things Shijia stir-fry.

It’s just that he was carrying too many things. He didn’t let go of any tables, chairs, and benches in the store. A big brother even came out rolling the round table. He moved the Shijia Xiaochao as clean as if the archaeological team had been here.

Ling Qing looked at the zombies who had started to speed up, and decisively waved down the flag in his hand, notifying the rocket on the left to start igniting.But the fire over there did not light up for a long time.

"What are you doing!" Ling Qing roared as he looked over there.

The voice of the person over there came from afar: "The lighter was thrown crooked!"

Ling Qing cursed harshly, but fortunately, nature is fair to every creature. Humans can slip and fall, and zombies can also slip and fall on ice and knock their brains out.

Because of the many days of death and the over freezing, the skin of the zombies was already very fragile. Their falls and large movements directly pierced their bones through the flesh, and they fell to the ground distorted.

The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the zombies fell on the snow. The zombies in front fell, causing the zombies behind to fall to the ground, and a chain reaction like a bowling ball hitting a bottle occurred.

"Hurry up, hurry up! They fell down!" Lian Dehua laughed loudly, urging Qin Dali to hurry up, and the two of them stood on tiptoes, holding the side of the can, and finally stood by the wall.

They had just slowly placed the gas tank on the wrapped elevator made of quilts, and waved gestures to let the people on it pull it up carefully, when they saw a rocket fly over their heads and nail it straight to the tree poured with high-alcohol liquor superior.

The fire above the arrow instantly ignited the tree, and the facts proved that Brother Qian’s Feitian Moutai was not a fake. Ling Qing put down the bow he had snatched from his hand, and said coldly to the owners on the ladder who were staring at him stupidly: "Look at me! What are you doing? Hurry up and come up!"

Taking advantage of the zombies being attracted by the burning tree, the owners on the ladder climbed up one by one. Ling Qing looked at the big brother pushing the round table, and couldn't help saying: "Forget about your broken table, come up quickly!"

But the heat generated by the burning of a whole tree is too great, even at a distance of several hundred meters, for the zombies, it is a light in the dark, pointing out the direction they are heading.

"Brother Ling! The zombie on the right also rushed out!" Dalong shouted.

Ling Qing immediately turned to look at the zombies on the right who fell and ran towards them in a strange posture on all fours, their heartbeats were so fast that he couldn't count them.

He put the bow and arrow back into Brother Bow and Arrow's hand, grabbed the flag on the ground and waved it to the right.

This time, the igniter on the balcony on the right made no mistakes, and the tree was immediately set on fire, exuding a burnt smell. Everyone watched as the zombies were attracted to them, and what they had done was not just to prepare for the fire.

"Everyone, our neighbors haven't all arrived home safely, so we can't let any of the zombies pass by." Yan Shuai shouted standing on the balcony on the right, holding Uncle Tang's modified extended spear in his hand, pointing at The zombies swarming around the walls and trees stabbed indiscriminately.

He closed his eyes and forced himself not to look at the bloody scene in front of him, to avoid having nightmares at night, but he still couldn't help shouting: "Mom! Where are you!"

"Don't call your mother! Your mother is busy!" Yan's mother stood together with a few old aunts, grabbed the old kitchen knife at home, and flew out fiercely at the zombies surrounding her.

The rotating kitchen knife combined with the power of the aunt created a myth of beheading. For a while, the brains and eyes were splashed in vain. Mama Yan clenched her fists and said, "It's cool, I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

Brother Suona, who had been observing the signal, finally saw the green flag waving in Ling Qing's hand. His sweaty hand holding the drumstick was finally raised and lowered. The drumstick hit the drum surface, sending out the first sound. There was a muffled sound.

DJ Ma sat on the terrace with a gong and a copper water basin donated by his neighbors, banging wildly, whistling and roaring. At this moment, he was a band by himself.

Because he turned into a legend of a hungry wolf and let out a series of howls, which inspired the blood power of the dogs, followed him and stood on the edge of the terrace and began to howl and bark downward.

All the signals that should be played were sent out, Ling Qing threw down the flag in his hand, and helped the people who climbed up to the terrace to climb over the fence.

"Mangzi! You and Brother Bow and Arrow should shoot more accurately! Don't let anyone get close!" Ling Qing said, keeping his eyes on Yi Chengli who was standing last in the crowd.

Sometimes he really wanted to ask Yi Chengli, didn't his messy wealthy family tell him what selfishness is?

Yi Chengli looked up at Ling Qing who was on the terrace, then immediately lowered his head to maintain order and urged everyone to hurry up.

He paid attention to the approaching zombies, and knew that arrows, knives, stones, and even mahjong tiles were constantly flying over in the air, knocking down the fish that slipped through the net.

"Quiet! Be quiet!" Yi Chengli stretched out his head to make everyone in front of him shut up, "We must be quiet, we must not make any noise."

Everyone covered their mouths and nodded, but their hands began to tremble.

At this moment, Yi Chengli noticed that there was a zombie on the right who was obviously more agile than the others, regardless of the warmth of the flame and the temptation of the voice, he ran straight towards him.

Evolved yet?Or is it just a little weird?

Yi Chengli didn't have time to think too much, he only knew that if this one-eyed zombie brother rushed here at the current speed, none of the five people who were still queuing up the ladder would be unable to survive.

Yi Chengli glanced left and right, and after hesitating for a second, he grabbed the chair held by the owner in line next to him and rushed towards the zombie.

"please forgive me!"

He grabbed the wooden leg and hit the zombie's head hard. Fortunately, the zombie's reaction was not as fast as his, and he smashed his head and fell down.

But the chair in Yi Chengli's hand was still holding the leg in his hand.

It was the first time it was so close, and it was the first time I knocked down one with my own hands.

Panting heavily, Yi Chengli kicked the zombie away, bent down to pick up the other chair leg that fell on the ground, turned into a dual-wielding state, and slowly stepped back to go back to the wall, when he heard a voice shouting ——

"behind!"

Yi Chengli turned his head, only to find that the zombie was only two arms away from him. He was about to pick up the two chair legs in his hand to make a final resistance, and too many images flashed through his mind.

But before he had time to capture the revolving doors of his life, blood and body fluids were splashing in front of him in the next second. Amidst the buzzing sound of the machine, the zombie brother lost half of his head and all his brains, and fell on the ground. feet.

Ling Qing pulled out the chainsaw stuck in the zombie's brain, shook off the blood on his hand, looked at Yi Chengli panting and said, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now, lest you become a zombie and be difficult to deal with."

"How did you get down?" Yi Chengli walked towards Ling Qing, pulled him towards the wall but heard him ouch.

Ling Qing shoved the chainsaw into his hand, supported her leg and said, "I jumped off."

"Did you twist your foot? Go up and I'll show you." Yi Chengli half-supported and half-carried him back to the wall. At this time, there were only the two of them left under the wall. Yi Chengli threw the chainsaw in his hand first. Go up, then turn to look at Ling Qing.

Without waiting for him to speak, Ling Qing climbed up the ladder and shouted: "What are you waiting for, climb up quickly!"

There were two ladders, one for each person, and after climbing up with hands and feet, Mangzi Dalong immediately responded, pulling one with each hand to help them climb over the fence.

The ladder below was pulled up immediately, and so far, all the Manhattan owners who went out have arrived home safely.

Yi Chengli and Ling Qing were sitting on the balcony before they had time to catch their breath when they heard two explosions.

"What's wrong? Has the pressure cooker exploded?" Yi Chengli turned over and stood up, stretched out to look and saw the flames in the pile of zombies over there.

The bottled beer was opened and took two sips, then stuffed into a rag to block the mouth of the bottle and then lit, the simple Molotov cocktails were thrown into the pile of zombies one by one.

Successive explosions and flames burned the zombies to the ground, coupled with Suona's drumbeat and DJ Ma's roaring popular singing, the streets of Manhattan now are like a passionate livehouse in a world of ice and snow. .

The old men whipped down hard with their whips, Yan's mother wanted to throw her pressure cooker down to heat up several times, but Yan Shuai pressed it down several times.

"The incendiary bottle is enough. The incendiary bottle is enough. It's a waste if you throw the pressure cooker down like this. It won't explode!" Yan Shuai said while seeing the yellow flag waving over there, and said quickly: "Stop, stop, everyone has withdrawn , you can stop!"

It was agreed before that everyone should listen to the arrangement and follow the signal orders.So even if everyone's desire to attack is high now, they force themselves to stop.

Yan Shuai also slowly withdrew the long kitchen knife in his hand, and shook the blood on it, and saw a few aunts and his mother grabbing the rope and pulling something up.

Frowning and observing for a while, Yan Shuai saw a few kitchen knives appearing at the end of the rope, and then realized that his level was too low. It turns out that kitchen knives are not consumables, but precious resources that can be recycled.

He hesitated to speak, and finally only said to his mother: "Don't use this knife to cut meat, thank you."

On the balcony in the middle, the movement on both sides stopped, and everyone relaxed and sat on the ground watching the burning zombies running wildly below.

Ling Qing sat leaning against the railing for a while, and Yi Chengli walked up to him and looked at him from above.

"Go away, I don't really want to see you right now." Ling Qing said in a bad temper.

However, Yi Chengli laughed, knelt down and took off his blood-stained glasses, wiped them off with his own clothes, and said, "That won't work, I have to be responsible to you."

Ling Qing turned her head and squinted her eyes to look at him, and felt Yi Chengli's hand gently tap her right leg.

"Especially with your legs."

The author says:

Yi Chengli: I'm going to die.

Ling Qing: It's not that easy to want to die!