The three sons took some people to arrange today's camp on the hill. Today's harvest is rich. Zhang Xiaoqiang's men found a temporary tarpaulin in a simple room, which provided the best for the construction of the camp. The material, Sanzi took a person to bury a steel pipe with a straight cup thickness into the soil, and fastened the steel pipe with a buckle clamp for scaffolding. When several steel pipes were connected, one frame came out, and then Use a tarpaulin, a wire, a standard simple room, a layer of dry yellow sand on the ground, a small tarpaulin, a quilt, and a comfortable sleep.

The honest man can't take it anymore. He is busy with several people who are bundling the steel bars on the ground. As long as the car comes, they can directly load the car. The two little sisters are also coming out today. Work clothes help the honest people bundle together.

In the distance, the fat cook and a few women are busy with a big pot. The cauldron is placed on top of an empty oil drum. Under the oil drum, a large mouth is opened, and a piece of wood with a large arm is exposed. The burning fire of the wood is faintly exposed, and the three-foot-high red flame is sprayed toward the bottom of the pot. The fat cook of the flame is full of sweat. He stands on the stove and waves the big frying spoon. From time to time, he is loud. The woman who ordered the beggars was thrown into the big iron pot, and the smell of the cooking was spread by the wind in a short time. Whether it was at the moment, it was still involuntarily going to the fat after the busy smell of rice. The cook looked over there.

Yang Keran sat on a folding chair on the hillside, listening to music while listening to music while watching the busy crowd. She was very contented, stretched out and continued to look at the busy crowd, and her heart was a little hilarious, and Zhang Xiaoqiang When she was together, she did her strength. Sometimes she thought she was in the eyes of Zhang Xiaoqiang, 'Yang Keer = coolie? ‘Now she doesn’t have to work for her. It’s good to watch others work. Is this the feeling of the boss?

Shangguan Qiaoyun sat in the door of the simple room with a metal ammunition box in front of him. The ammunition box was covered with a white cloth. The white cloth was placed with the disassembled M1 Garland rifle parts. She was holding the trigger. The components are wiped with a rag, and there is a bottle of Wang Le to replace the oil of the gun oil. The dream of Shangguan Qiaoyun is no longer to WH, nor is it to rely on men to become stronger, her thoughts have changed. She wants her own unpredictable shots to be used at any time. She doesn't want to be controlled by that weird feeling. Her body must make her own. She pulls the trigger and looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang is standing on the top of the slope. Looking at the progress of his work, he was unaware of Shangguan Qiaoyun’s wait and see.

Suddenly, Shangguan Qiaoyun took back his sight and continued to maintain the guns. Her feelings for Zhang Xiaoqiang were very complicated. She wanted to approach him and was too close to rely on Zhang Xiaoqiang to think that she was a casual woman. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned a blind eye to her. I wanted to wait for him to pursue himself. He didn’t care if he had several women. The excellent men in the last days were too rare, and only with the excellent man’s life and materials can they be guaranteed. She is too sloppy, and she has no active performance. Is she still not satisfied with him? The most irritating thing is that Zhang Xiaoqiang used to like to play a little warmth, but now Zhang Xiaoqiang sees her like a ghost, why? Are you getting scary now?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the busy crowd, and there was still a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Now his size is also a board. There are also nearly 100 people running for himself. Although there are only more than 20 people who are really desperate, this is what the world is. ? This is the end of the world. Now that there are so many people under his own hand, it is already very good. When he is full of content, he will sweep into the air and fly something.

A human-shaped object quickly fell from the break of the viaduct. The distance of forty or fifty meters was not long. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s head was just brought up, and the thing slammed into the bridge, and then it stirred up some dust. There was no movement anymore. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that there were more than a dozen zombie bodies with different postures under the fracture of the viaduct. There were many evolutionary zombies.

Zhang Xiaoqiang understands why there are so few zombies on the camp. It is the construction time at 10 o'clock in the morning. It is still early for lunch. All the construction workers are on the construction site. In addition to the cook, the camp is the person who cares for the materials. Zhang Xiaoqiang kills him. It was just a small part of the zombies on the construction site, and the big head was still on the viaduct above his head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the police dagger hanging on his left leg and swung it to his palm. He could see the blade with a sawtooth. He couldn’t get a hand. If he couldn’t do it, he wouldn’t do it~lightnovelpub.net~ His self-healing ability is fast, but he can't close the screen with pain! He turned and looked at the men and wondered if he was looking for someone to back up?

Zhang Huai'an? Not too old, honest? Looking at the honest man who talked and laughed with the little sister, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, forget it, or don’t bully the honest man. He swept his eyes to other people. Wang Chong saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking around the crowd, thinking that Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted Looking for a personal thing, quickly rushed to the side of Zhang Xiaoqiang to ask.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Wang Chong, who was running over. He was speechless. After the end of the world, he had never seen someone sent to the door to donate blood for free. Now that this is very frustrating, Wang Chong, who was stepped on, was sent to the door. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say that he just wanted him to give a little blood. Wang Chong heard his face white, and he didn't talk. He brushed his sleeves and stretched his arms to Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. He looked at Wang Chong, who had his head closed and his eyes closed. Zhang Xiaoqiang used a dagger to gently stroke the back of his arm. A red mark appeared slowly, and then he bleed out of the blood. Wang Chong saw some confusion on his arm.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not explain, let him stand with himself and look at the viaduct. Wang Yong did not know why he held his arm and looked up at the forty-fifty-meter-high viaduct overhead. Suddenly, the top of the viaduct broke. A black spot, slowly can see that it is a staggering zombie, and new zombies appear behind it, and they all go to the break under the bridge to attract the **** smell.

"Touch ·····" When the first zombie fell under the bridge, there were zombies falling one by one from the bridge, and some zombies were carrying yellow or red safety. Cap, the black body of the zombies is connected in a line at the height of forty or fifty meters in the air, and it is continuously dropped under the bridge until the line forms a waterfall composed of corpses. Not all zombies have good luck and fall on the bridge. Under the ground.