Elson, who was kind enough to do bad things, left with infinite self-blame and sorrow. At the beginning, he knew that the Russians had come, so he hoped that Zhang Xiaoqiang could wait a little longer to start. In his opinion, there were drones cruising in the air. The Russians may not launch the attack. It was kind. The only thing that did not anticipate the war was more cruel than he imagined. The Russians’ momentum was so fierce. They didn’t even think that the Russians would be like a mad dog. The battle that doubles the loss more than the other is not something that ordinary people can play, let alone the case where the number of aircraft is dominant.

Elson’s departure did not give Zhang Xiaoqiang any comfort. Looking at the devastated camp, his heart was very uncomfortable. It was not the Chinese who died. The injured and mourned were not Chinese, but his heart was uncomfortable. He thought he was The heart has been honed into a heart of stone, and no longer cares about the lives and deaths of others. I did not expect that there is still a little conscience left in my heart. It is this conscience that keeps him human, and he is stacked on his side. The corpses of the corpses, all of them were men and women, all black and unseen, the torn body, the twisted hands, and the screaming of their teeth as they looked up.

The Russian plane has been hovering in the sky, the ground is dead and wounded, and the fire caused by the crashed plane is spread over more than ten kilometers of forest. These fires ignite more trees, and the long smoke rises to cover the night sky, as if it has a dark cloud. The stars are invisible. After the tragedy, the Russians did not have the confidence to clean up the mess in the dark. After a long wandering, they never sent planes to the camp, and the camps of the Americans had become the sea of ​​fire and the huge wreckage of the slaves. Surrounded by blazing flames, even the steel was burned and melted.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground for a while before he stood up and squinted at the knives. He glanced around and prepared to turn around and walk out of the camp. Suddenly he was sluggish again, at the very center of the gathering place, and the radio antenna room was in vain. A thick, long flame tongue ejected from the window of the room and burned the antenna that stood on the roof, looking like a closed boiler.

Looking at this burning boiler, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt a sorrow, and everything he wanted to get in the flames turned into ashes in the flame. For this thing, he even tempted the zombies, causing thousands of people to die. Looking at the blazing flame, he felt that God had made a joke to himself, a joke that made him very crying. When he fell into extreme sorrow, Ono found Zhuang Xiaoqiang with Z2 zombies. At this moment, Ono is not. Very good, most of the clothes on the body are burned by thousands of holes, and his hands are all hot burning bubbles, a face is smoked by black smoke, even the teeth that he exposed when he opened Also full of black ashes, Ono seems to feel sadness and self-blame from Zhang Xiaoqiang's nephew, deeply to Zhang Xiaoqiang, shouting a few words of comfort and encouragement, Zhang Xiaoqiang can not understand, just shaking his head.

"The Honourable Ono said, please do not blame the adults. All the blame is committed by the axe, and the adults are willing to kill the axe for us. We are already very grateful..."

The fluent Mandarin was said from the mouth of the man around Ono. This person was also smoked by the smoke. He couldn’t see it. He only saw his teeth are still white. When he spoke, he was very respectful to Zhang Xiaoqiang and his eyes were full. Grateful, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not help but focus on him. When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang’s questioning eyes, he quickly added:

"In the lower palace, straight man, formerly and Xiaoyejun are very good friends, but unfortunately I am not an evolutionary. When Xiaoyejun left, I was afraid that I would not follow in the forest. I have been missing him for so long, I will speak Chinese. I have experience in working in a Chinese branch. China is my second hometown. I am very excited to see adults. How is China doing now? Can Chinese survivors eat enough?"

Miyamoto Naoto is a familiar man. When he talks with Zhang Xiaoqiang, he has a little bit of flattery. His eyes sweep over Zhang Xiaoqiang’s high-handed knives. The axe mountain that had been smashed by Zhang Xiaoqiang has fallen down and saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang is not Far Axe Mountain, Miyamoto straight man seems even more humble, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look down on this somewhat flattering guy, can live as an ordinary person in this catastrophe, itself is already very great.

"You go to help Ono and organize the survivors. This time I don't show up, let Ono take care of everything, and tell them that Axe Hill was killed by Ono, and if it is not obedient, Ono will kill him, I Appear as a Chinese assistant to Ono..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang has a person who can communicate. The bad mood is getting better. I think of the work that I should do now. Although Elson has helped him, it proves that this guy is under the influence of idealism and some as evolution. The responsibility of the person, even if Zhang Xiaoqiang does not think that he is the savior that Elson said, but does not object to the younger brother who sent it to the door. Even if he did not get the communication device, he is not very anxious if Elson’s ability is true. It is a piece of cake that can invade the electronics of all countries in the world.

Without any enthusiasm, Miyamoto Naoto was included in Zhang Xiaoqiang after being sent to the door. He did not have the heart to test the loyalty of the Japanese. In his eyes, all Japanese are the same, but the relationship is far and near, and Ono hears it. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s words immediately excited. Although he did not have much ambitions, he had to seize the opportunity. After all, people have ambitions, but they are big or small.

The Z2 zombie temporarily lost its value when the communicator was destroyed. Maybe it will have more value after it is left. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not expect to rely on it to unify Japan. He did not hesitate to burn it to ashes and began to gather around with Ono. The survivor, he knows that Z2 is dead, the zombies in the forest must have no heads, and no longer threaten this troubled gathering place. The only thing he has to do is to integrate the gathering place as much as possible before the Russians reach out. The evolutionary, only the remaining survivors will not be caught and killed to nourish blood.

The chaotic camp lacks the leader. The axe mountain's unprovoked killing makes the axe mountain evolver become a street mouse. Although Ono is not strong, but after all, he is one of the opponents of Axe Mountain. When he reappears, many old batches The evolutionists are willing to buy, and Zhang Xiaoqiang is carrying a knives to follow the side of Ono. Naturally no one dares to oppose it. When the first 100-person evolutionary is organized, the rest will be much easier.

A corpse was cleaned up and piled up in a pile. After pouring the gasoline, the blazing flame ended their tragic life, and the evolvers and survivors hiding in it came out one after another. No one wants to compete with Xiaoye. Right, the Russians did not know where to find the apron, and did not leave completely. Every time there was a reconnaissance plane hovering over the sky. At this time, the evolutionists who had given up to stop the zombies consciously returned to their positions. The collapsed catapults were re-erected and ready to bomb at any time, and the burning houses were also rushed to extinguish the fire, waiting for the day to come with thick black smoke.

The camp is quite vast. If it is not the Axe Mountain that brings everyone together, it is absolutely impossible for the dead and wounded. Zhang Xiaoqiang is standing on the pile of more than ten meters high mourning hills and mourning silence~lightnovelpub.net~ The hills are all made up of children's bodies. These children are more than ten years old. There are no full moons in the small ones. Many children are trampled on by the panicked people. Occasionally they can see the children being tight by their mothers. Tightly hugged together and trampled to death, this corpse made entirely of children is like a gray handed down oil painting firmly in the mind of Zhang Xiaoqiang, like a magical obstacle, Zhang Xiaoqiang can not move his eyes, the heart deeply blames, each There have been many incidents, and scenes and faces that have long been forgotten have come from the deepest part of memory. There are corpse mountains that dye the lakeside at the Liangzi Lake. There are 300 heads in Wuhan, and there are blood. The soaked iron bridge and the desperately poor people standing on the bridge, the final picture is fixed in the rifle, showing him hatred and fearful eyes...

Just as he was immersed in this strange atmosphere built by death, a whisper of quiet and serene words drifted into his ears. This English confession seemed to have magical powers, opening a heart that he was increasingly depressed. In the gap, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and wiped off the water droplets that rushed to the corner of his eye. He turned to see the other side of the corpse mountain. Several Englishmen were kneeling on the corpse side to confess and pray, and given Zhang Xiaoqiang’s soul comfort. The prayer is the gemma who didn't know where he was still....

"Can't let Chinese children repeat the same mistakes..." A few steps back, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up at the corpse of the meditation, I don't know why, the little girl in red was once again floating in his mind, looking at the body of this nearly a thousand children's body. In the mountains, he gave up the idea of ​​looking for it, turned around in vain, stepped on the plasma from the corpse, and splashed countless blood flowers to the survivors in the most central row. Behind him, Gima remained. And her companions kneel on the ground and pray, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes are bright again, and the killing is still not over...