The defense of the mourning community

Niu Ben drove the zombies basking in the sun into the air, and Liang Xirui followed behind to keep a distance. The two cars went straight to the intersection, one in front of the other, and when they reached the right position, a dragon swung its tail and drifted sideways almost at the same time. The road was firmly blocked. .

After making sure that the distance between the front and rear cars was safe, Niu Ben slowly exhaled and turned off the engine and put it in gear. He was about to open the door and get out of the car when he suddenly discovered a very serious problem.

How do I get back if I park my car here?I'm not Huang Rong, I don't know martial arts, I don't know how to fly over walls and sing love songs, and I don't know how to sing love songs.

Not only was he stunned, but the owners of Manhattan who were cheering for their excellent driving skills on the terrace also realized that something was wrong. Qin Dali scratched his head and frowned and said, "No, how are they going to come back after this?"

It only took a moment to go from lively to silent, and Ling Qing was the quickest to think of the van in the yard, and immediately turned around and asked someone to drive to pick it up.

Just when he was about to call Hongmao, Liang Xirui scored twice and got out of the car window just like when she came back that day, standing on the roof with a backpack in his hand and calling Niu Ben to the back Come.

Niu Ben stuck out his head from the window and looked at her tremblingly: "Sister, what are you doing?"

Liang Xirui said concisely: "Go home."

I saw that she took out a hemp rope with a cross hook from her backpack, raised her hand and threw it towards the terrace facing the street next to her. Originally, she wanted to hook it to the wall, but the accuracy was not enough, so she directly gave it to the awning of the nearby shop. Hooked a big hole.

Niu Ben: ...

Niu Ben: "Sister, why don't you come into my car, as normal zombies can't get in, we'll go back after they clean up the zombies."

As soon as the words fell, a huge gong sounded from the balcony on the right side of the east gate. Ling Qing shouted in Liang Xirui's direction with a loudspeaker: "You two stay on the bullpen car! We will pick you up right away !"

"Boom——" DJ Ma used all his strength to hit another shocking gong.

The zombies who had just recovered from basking in the sun were instantly awakened and rushed towards the terrace where the gong was ringing.

The gongs rang, not only the zombies wandering on the street rushed over, but also the zombies in the second phase of the Manhattan construction site were also attracted, pushing open the blue iron gate and rushing towards Manhattan.

Wave after wave of zombies rushed out, DJ's hands were weak, but Ling Qing beside him was still saying: "Knock hard, now is not the time to stop. Don't worry, you are safe here, they will definitely Can't rush in."

The zombies rushed to the terrace one after another. The zombies who rushed to the front had been knocked down and stepped on the ground, and all of them stretched out their hands and slammed on the wall trying to jump up.

At this moment, DJ Ma's raised hand was held by Ling Qing, and the ear-piercing gong stopped suddenly.

Yi Chengli did not speak, silently asked everyone to back away slowly, and when he reached a certain safe distance, he waved the red flag in his hand into the air, and the suona brother Qiyun on the balcony on the right squatted down slightly at his dantian and blew vigorously.

This suona can be heard clear and clear two streets away, foretelling that today is going to be a confession!

Brother Suona is busy with his hands and mouth, so his drum set can only be taken over by Fang Lele, who is only nine years old but has four years of experience in learning drums.

The little arm is strong and powerful, and it shakes the sky when it hits the drum. His parents stand beside him to cheer and encourage him, let him hit as hard as he wants, and don't stop anyway if he makes mistakes!

The drum kit tuition paid for so many years was not in vain, and it finally came in handy at a critical moment!

The huge sound made the zombies on the left run wildly. When they rushed to the terrace on the right, the sound of suona and drums stopped at the same moment, leaving only silence.

Two seconds later, Yi Chengli saw the signaling device over there waving, and immediately turned to DJ Ma and said, "Start!"

After playing music and dancing, the zombies ran from the balcony on the right to the left, and the cycle repeated like this, recreating the grand occasion of running back and forth in the college physical examination.

It's just that there is no option to abstain and stop in the switchback test this time.

Wei Chuan stood on the terrace and looked at everyone who didn't expect this trick, and Yi Chengli explained: "Since the two days are sunny, the zombies have been in the sun for a long time, and they are almost fully charged. So our first step is to fight a war of attrition, and we will attack when they can't run."

"Besides, we can just wait for our new recruits to come, and the two-thread process will not waste time." Wei Chuan instantly understood what Yi Chengli meant, and gave him an admiring expression.

Ling Qing cleared his throat and said, "By the way, I will also give the proprietor who plays the suona a break so that he can protect his lungs."

The last time Suona suffered from lung pain and rested for so long before recovering, this time we must pay attention to the balance between work and rest, and we must not allow an elite owner like him to be injured again.

Everyone in Manhattan just stood on the balcony and took turns doing exercises. Watching the zombies running around in the middle, I felt that my heart was also moving along with it. I should be able to lose two catties today.

Master Sun observed the situation with his hands behind his back, then turned his head to look at everyone and said, "You guys do it first, I have to go down and prepare the dishes, and I have to eat later."

The food security in the rear must also keep up with the hard work in the front, so that we can get twice the result with half the effort.

Standing together with Wei Chuan, Yi Chengli and Wei Chuan were counting their speed. The speed of the zombies was slowing down, and the time for playing music on the terraces on both sides was getting longer and longer. Their attrition tactics had begun to pay off.

It took another 10 minutes. Brother Suona put down the Suona in his hand and felt that he was about to die. It was too much work to do this job. He waved his hands and asked: "How long is it? If I continue to play, I have to do something for myself .”

"It's almost there." Qian Meili comforted him by handing him a bottle of mineral water, "Persist for a while, and reinforcements will come soon."

As soon as the words fell, someone pointed to the sky and said, "Look! There is a plane coming!"

Everyone looked up and saw several helicopters flying towards them. Wei Chuan was the first to react and started waving his hands towards them. DJ Ma also started beating gongs and drums and shouted loudly towards the sky saying "I love you" you.

The team members on the helicopter looked down at the enthusiastic atmosphere below, with gongs and drums being played, and zombies running around. They couldn't help but ask, "Is this a concert?"

"Be serious, we are going to prepare for the mission." Jiang Chong, the captain in charge of the Manhattan outpost mission, reminded everyone to check their equipment and prepare for action.

The helicopters in the sky flew away one after another, and only one was still hovering above their heads. Lian Dehua was relieved. Just now he was worried that there was only one helipad in Manhattan, but now one is just right.

Seeing the helicopter descending slowly, the huge wind made the people on the terrace retreat one after another to avoid it. Ling Qing pulled Yi Chengli and frowned and leaned back, fearing that the propeller wings would cut off their heads in a second.

But DJ Ma still doesn't forget his job and duty, even if his facial muscles are deformed by the blow, he still doesn't forget to hit the gong in his hand. As he gongs sounded again and again, the soldiers on the helicopter began to slide down the rope , as if the soundtrack hero debut.

Captain Jiang was the first to land on the terrace. He shouted to the owners of Manhattan: "Is there anyone who needs urgent treatment for acute or chronic diseases? Get on our plane and go straight back. There are doctors at the airport!"

"No, no! Everyone is very healthy." Wei Chuan rushed over to explain the situation to him, and eight soldiers also landed safely from the helicopter.

They stared at the owners of Manhattan, and the owners of Manhattan thought it was so cool to watch them fully armed with steel helmets and guns and couldn't help whistling.And they looked at a terrace full of people and asked in surprise: "Why are there so many people?"

And he looked healthy, and he didn't look hungry or cold.

"There are more over there." Ling Qing stretched out his hand to block the wind and tried to answer his doubts loudly.

After learning that there was no one in need of help here, Captain Jiang gestured towards the helicopter, and the plane slowly rose and turned around to leave. Lian Dehua couldn't help but asked loudly, "Why did you just leave? Not much Wait a while!"

"The number of carrier planes is limited, so we have to hurry up and carry out the task." Captain Jiang went to the balcony to check the situation. Seeing that the zombie's reaction speed was very slow, he immediately turned to Wei Chuan and said, "Good job!"

Wei Chuan paused, and quickly explained: "Don't praise me, it's all the idea of ​​the Manhattan owners, they are very powerful."

Seeing people jumping from the helicopter on the left, the people on the right quickly shouted and asked if they still needed to play.Qian Meili took the trumpet and yelled: "I can't play it! Brother Suona can't play it anymore! He said that if he plays it again, he will pass!"

There was a quick response from there, and Ling Qing said loudly while waving the green flag: "No need, prepare to pay attention to safety in the future!"

In addition to Wei Chuan's ten fighters, there were exactly five on one side of the terrace. They quickly split up to reach their fighting positions, and aimed their guns at a large group of zombies in the middle of the gate.

The music on both sides stopped, Captain Jiang saw that the zombies were about to disperse and immediately asked: "Is there a way to make them concentrate? We can aim better when we gather together."

Standing next to him, the suona brother who had just recovered a little bit, paused for a while, seeing each of them holding a gun in their hands, and then picked up his suona again and said, "I'll go directly behind the door and play a song to attract their attention. alright."

Qian Meili was startled, and quickly asked, "Brother, didn't you say you can't blow it?"

Brother Suona waved his hand: "It's okay, it's time to blow them, and I'm sending them off for the last time."

He rejected everyone's suggestions for staying and considering his health, moved a stool and sat behind the east gate, and said to the balconies on both sides: "If you agree, I will start here."

Jiang Chong looked at him and nodded. After Wei Chuan from the balcony on the left made an agreement, Brother Suona put his suona to his lips. When the first sound came out, everyone could hear the difference from the one just now. .

The sound of sadness is like a cry, piercing everyone's eardrums sharply. When the next sound transition begins, the first trigger is fired and the bullets are fired at compatriots who have long been invisible to everyone. The continuous gunfire has become an interval of sorrow and joy. played.

The children were taken away from the terrace with their eyes covered. The newborns in Wang Shucheng’s family were crying because of the continuous gunshots. bloody smell.

Farewell condolences, all the emotions are condensed in this mourning song. The owners on the terrace bowed their heads in silence, no one spoke, no one laughed, and quietly sent their compatriots for the last journey.

I don't know how long it took, the bullet casings fell to the ground, and I don't know how many times the bullets were reloaded. The gunfire finally stopped, and the owners still kept quiet until the tears around their eyes dried up.

At this time, the zombies at the east gate of Manhattan fell down and could no longer stand up.

Jiang Chong slowly lowered the gun and said in a low voice, "It's over."

Manhattan Outpost, a complete success.

The author says:

Brother Suona: Tired.

Fallen Zombie: I am also tired from running.