Plane Supermarket

The moment the light dissipated, the whole world seemed to change.

Zhang Yao stood blankly on the battlefield, her eyes fell on the front, but she didn't see the tide of corpses before the light came on.

The soldiers behind her were like her, not knowing what was going on.

They looked up, each pair of eyes filled with shock.

Yang Guoqin's eyes widened in disbelief on the city wall in the distance. The photon cannon only fired one shot, and there was only one shot, but this shot was enough.

The vast, seemingly endless tide of corpses disappeared under this white light.

The zombies seemed to have their necks broken and their brains destroyed at the same moment. They fell to the ground lying or lying down, and the rotting flesh on their bodies was blown away by the wind, leaving behind white bones.

They returned to their original appearance.

Yang Guoqin was holding a telescope, and he stood there blankly. The sun above his head was shining brightly at this moment, as if the world hadn't been so bright for many years.

Everyone seems to have been pressed the pause button.

They looked at the piece of land shot by the photon cannon in shock and bewilderment. All the stumps and flesh disappeared, leaving only human soldiers standing on the mottled ground.

The horrible zombies, like locusts crossing the border, just turned into bones.

I don't know who screamed, and after that scream, time finally began to flow slowly, and Yang Guoqin heard the cry.

He glanced in the direction of the cry.

It's his orderly.

The veteran who served for nearly 20 years accompanied him through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He broke a leg and had a prosthesis installed. He and his wife had three children, all three of whom died on the battlefield.

It seems that Yang Guoqin has never seen him cry since his youngest daughter died on the battlefield.

He is always angry, I don't know if he is angry because of the zombies, or because he promised the children to join the army back then.

"Ah——" the orderly half-kneeled on the ground, his voice was hoarse and dry, rather than crying, it was better to say that he was howling with all his strength. There were not many tears on his face, but everyone could feel his pain Mourn.

He bit his fist and curled up sobbing.

Yang Guoqin thought numbly, has the other party already become so thin?Does it look that old?

It turned out that he cried like this, with this voice.

However, after the crying, people burst into loud cheers!

"The zombies are gone!!"

"They're gone!"

The soldiers were ashamed. They shouted and hugged each other. Some even threw their guns into the air. When the guns fell, they hit themselves on the head. No one complained of pain.

There were tears in their eyes, but the corners of their mouths kept rising.

Yang Guoqin turned his head and glanced at the photon cannon.

This little thing doesn't seem to have such power at all, and the emotions of human beings have nothing to do with it. After completing its mission, the photon cannon started to store energy again.

"Don't take it lightly!" Yang Guoqin took a deep breath, picked up the horn again, and shouted, "Small groups of zombies are still approaching from around! Get ready!"

The soldiers immediately waited in silence.

Yang Guoqin: "Replace the person in front!"

"Yes!!"

This time, they were finally able to bring back the frontline soldiers.

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"I've already said that there are not enough manpower." Zhou Yuanhe sat in the temporary medical room, took the time to drink a sip of water with a look of lovelessness on his face, his clothes were already soaked in sweat, and his hair seemed to have been drenched in water. Before he could sit down and take a rest, another person was brought in.

"Doctor, look at him..." The soldier who carried him in looked at Zhou Yuanhe eagerly.

Zhou Yuanhe didn't look directly into the soldier's eyes, he shook his head slightly: "This is hopeless, take him out, and ask him about his last words while he can still speak."

As soon as he spoke, someone was helped in again.

Zhou Yuanhe didn't look at the person who was carried in before, but walked in front of the person who was helped.

The hands of the person who was being helped had lost their strength. After she sat down, Zhou Yuanhe even felt that he could hear the sound of her bones. Zhou Yuanhe glanced at the woman, feeling a little familiar for no reason.

"Don't you work in a supermarket?" Zhang Yao didn't expect to see Zhou Yuanhe here.

While examining her, Zhou Yuanhe said, "I am also a doctor in the supermarket."

It's just that there are no patients in the supermarket, and no residents will go to the supermarket to see a doctor.

Zhang Yao's arm was pinched, she gasped, and whispered: "I told them not to bring me back, I have been in such close contact with zombies, I must have been infected by now, why not let me stay here Outside the barbed wire, shoot me if the situation is wrong."

Zhou Yuanhe glanced at her: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Zhang Yao said with a wry smile: "Afraid, why not be afraid, I am so afraid, but we have no choice."

She is not fighting for some lofty ideal, the future of mankind, but purely for the relatives and friends in the base.

Perhaps she was not very old, and when she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she had dreamed of becoming a hero and saving all mankind, but as she grew older, after seeing life and death on the battlefield, she never had such a dream again.

She is a layman, she wants to live, and thinks that those she loves and values ​​can live.

If she could only choose one of the two, then she would rather die herself.

"Doctor, how much time do I have?" Zhang Yao asked as if dying.

Zhou Yuanhe: "You just need to treat the wound, and then go back to rest, don't worry, you can't become a zombie."

Zhang Yao looked at him as if a flower had grown on his face, she asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

"I, I was so close to them, and I was scratched. Look at my shoulder, and I was bitten by a zombie here."

As she spoke, she moved her shoulders closer to let Zhou Yuanhe see clearly.

Just on her left shoulder, there was a wound bitten by zombies. She treated it with fire herself. The skin and flesh of the burnt wound stopped bleeding. She struck too hard, and the edge of the flesh had been carbonized, but the red flesh in the middle of the wound could still be seen .

Zhou Yuanhe didn't really want to waste too much time on her, a non-severely injured wounded person. During the interval between their conversations, many people had already been sent in. He waved his hand and said, "I said you won't change, so you won't change later. Someone will explain it to you."

After he finished speaking, he left, leaving Zhang Yao sitting there with a bewildered expression.

There are not many doctors in the base, and there are only more than 1000 doctors and nurses in front of them.

These more than 1000 people have to treat and treat the wounds of tens of thousands of soldiers, even if one person is used as three people, it is too busy.

Zhou Yuanhe was such a strong man who was pulled - one more person would give him more strength, and he would be able to save a few more soldiers.

Ye Zhou was not idle when he returned to the supermarket. He bought a lot of medical supplies. Zhou Yuanhe ordered whatever he wanted. The base was in short supply of gauze, let alone medical alcohol.

Ye Zhou spent money like water, but this time he didn't feel distressed at all.

It has been more than ten hours since the tide of corpses broke out. During this period, Ye Zhou didn't eat any rice. He relied on drinking water to maintain his strength. Although he felt tired, he was not hungry.

In addition to buying goods, Ye Zhou also works as a "nurse" part-time. After all, he is not a medical student, and he doesn't have the skills to be a part-time doctor. Instead, he can clean and bandage wounds for soldiers.

As for the injections, he still had to let a professional nurse come. He was afraid that he would make holes everywhere.

The employees in the supermarket were also busy. This time, Ye Zhou didn't make any demands on them. They walked out of the supermarket by themselves, walked into the crowd, and then started busy inexplicably.

Zou Ming connected the power supply from the supermarket, and Cao Erniang directed the staff to boil water. They needed hot water and alcohol, and they needed too many things.

Cao'erniang was so busy that she was sweating profusely, her voice was hoarse, and she went to help others while pouring water.

It was the first time she saw such a scene, so many young people, so many wounded, such a cruel scene of war.

She is afraid of soldiers and nobles. The former may deprive her family of money and food, take away her husband and son, make her family fall apart in an instant, and make her lose all the capital to live and work.

The latter controls her destiny.

But looking at the weak and dying soldiers, she finally endured her fear.

These soldiers are not much older than Cao'er, and many of them still have childish faces. Cao'er's mother heard from customers that if there were no zombies, the children should have been studying in school, at least high school, until seventeen eight years old.

The following people are all children, they don't have to worry about anything, they just need to think about what to do in the next exam.

Even though Cao Erniang had never seen such a scene, she still couldn't help yearning for it.

If she and her family lived in that kind of world, her children would be able to study, no matter male or female, and maybe there would be a champion in the family.

And she and her husband don't have to wear the stars and wear the moon every day, and don't have to worry about the annual rent and poll tax with gray temples.

As long as they work hard and find a job, they will be able to raise the children smoothly, and then she will retire and spend her old age under the filial piety of the children.

These soldiers... most of them were children.

Cao'erniang's eyes were red, she squatted down in front of a soldier who lost his arm, endured the fear and went to treat the wound.

The soldier leaned against the wall and smiled weakly at Cao Erniang: "Auntie, is there any water? I'm thirsty."

Cao Erniang immediately said: "Yes, yes, I will get it for you."

She trotted over to bring the thermos, and poured the soldier a glass of water with glucose in it.

The soldier had no strength, Cao'er Niang supported his shoulders, and brought the rim of the cup to his mouth. The soldier drank water slowly, and after drinking two cups, he let out a breath, with a hint of relaxation in his hoarse voice. : "I can sleep well tonight."

Cao Erniang looked at his missing arm.

The soldier followed her gaze and smiled reassuringly: "It's okay, I can live without an arm, I have to retire after this fight, just find a job, and I won't have to go to the battlefield in the future gone."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes a little lonely.

The comrades sat next to each other and helped each other treat the wounds. After hearing what the soldiers said, they smiled and said, "Yes, you just retired from the army. You can definitely enter the farm. Then save some money and start dating."

The soldiers laughed together.

The wounds on their bodies did not seem to bring them any pain.

After treating the wound, Cao'erniang moved to the side with the water basin in silence, and continued to treat the wounds for these "children".

They are not the military masters in her impression, they are not like bandits, and they will not persecute civilians, they are just ordinary people who have to pick up their guns and go to the battlefield.

It was too troublesome to make hot food, and there were too many people, so Ye Zhou bought food by the ton in the system.

Bread sandwiches with meat floss, as well as meat buns and biscuits, these things are convenient to eat and do not take up space.

Each person can also get a cup of hot soy milk - although it is mixed, it is better than nothing.

"There are still too few people who can do things." Ye Zhou moved things out with Zou Ming, he sighed, "Yang Guoqin has not yet confirmed that the zombie virus will not continue to infect, so he dare not let the residents in the base come out to help. "

He knew that Yang Guoqin was right, but in this way, the workload of these "non-staff personnel" was a bit outrageous.

Ye Zhou put down the box, rubbed his shoulders, turned his head and looked around, his frown relaxed.

No matter how tired he is now, he always feels relieved to see soldiers who are still alive.

Although injured, it is a good thing to survive.

No one expected the photon cannon to be so powerful, including Ye Zhou. He originally thought that the photon cannon was at most similar to a missile, with a wide attack range and great power, but it also had infinite troubles.

For example, the remains of zombies that were blown away, or soldiers approaching the tide of corpses.

Zombie remains will bring viruses into the base, and soldiers will be affected by photon cannons.

The temporary warehouse next to the supermarket was full of various supplies. Wu Yan and the others were busy going in and out, and Ye Zhou was also among them.

When the soldiers passed by them, some would say thank you to them, while others would stop, give a military salute and then run away quickly.

After moving the last box of goods, Ye Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was very hot, but he was too embarrassed to take off his shirt and be naked, so he could only keep reaching out to wipe the sweat.

Zou Ming walked to his side. He also looked like someone who was fished out of the water, but his mental state was much better than Ye Zhou. He said softly, "Go and rest, and I'll clean it up."

"No need." Ye Zhou waved his hand, "I'm not too tired to move, give me 5 minutes, 5 minutes is enough."

Zou Ming didn't continue to persuade, he stood beside Ye Zhou, like the most loyal knight beside the king.

"The photon cannon actually has the effect of destroying the zombie virus?" Ye Zhou took off his gloves, wrapped his arms around Zou Ming's shoulders tiredly, and directly entrusted Zou Ming with the weight of his entire body.

Zou Ming didn't speak. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand, passed through Ye Zhou's waist, and hugged him in this corner where no one could see.

Behind them is the land that has just been "purified". It may take several years, decades to restore the scene before the zombies appeared.

And ahead of them—

It is a devastated, riddled with holes, but the Luoyang Base is full of vitality.