The third son led some people to set up today's camp on the top of the hill. Today's harvest was rich. Zhang Xiaoqiang's men found a storehouse of temporary new tarpaulins in a simple room. These tarpaulins just provided the best for the construction of the campsite. The third son led people to bury the steel pipes with the thickness of a cup into the soil, and fastened the steel pipes tightly with clamps used to build scaffolding. Once a few steel pipes were connected, a frame came out, and then Covered with oilcloth and tied with steel wires, it is a standard simple room. On the ground, a layer of dry yellow sand is spread, a piece of oilcloth cut into small pieces is spread, and a quilt is spread to ensure a comfortable sleep.
Honest people can’t be idle, he and a few people are busy binding the steel bars and steel pipes on the ground, as long as the car comes, they can be loaded directly. The work clothes are bundled together by the honest man.
In the distance, a fat cook and a few women are busy doing something around a large cauldron. The cauldron is placed on top of an empty oil drum. There is a mouth-shaped opening under the oil drum, and a piece of wood as thick as an arm is exposed. The flames of the burning wood faintly penetrated outside, and the three-foot-high red flame sprayed out against the bottom of the pot. The fat cook was sweating profusely from the temperature of the flame. He ordered the woman who was doing the lotus beside him to pour the ingredients into the big iron pot. After a while, the smell of the cooking was dispersed by the wind. Whether he was resting or busy at the moment, he could not help gaining weight after smelling the aroma of the rice. The cook looked over there.
Yang Ke'er was sitting on a folding chair on the hillside, listening to music with headphones on and looking at the busy crowd. She was very proud, she stretched her waist and continued to look at the busy crowd, feeling a little ecstatic in her heart, and Zhang Xiaoqiang When we are together, she always does physical work, and sometimes she thinks that in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, she is 'Yang Ke'er = coolie? 'Now that I don't need her to work, it feels so good to watch others work. Is this how the proprietress feels
Shangguan Qiaoyun was sitting at the door of the simple room, with an ammunition box inlaid with iron sheets in front of her. The ammunition box was covered with a layer of white cloth, and on the white cloth were disassembled parts of the M1 Garand rifle. She was holding the trigger Wipe the components carefully with a rag, and there is a bottle of Wang Le Nong lubricating oil to replace the gun oil. Shangguan Qiaoyun's dream is no longer to reach sex, nor is it to rely on men to become stronger. Her thoughts have changed again. She wanted to use her unpredictable marksmanship at any time, and she didn't want to be controlled by that weird feeling. Her body had to let herself be the master. She put down the trigger and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was standing on the top of the slope. He checked the work progress of his subordinates online, and he didn't know about Shangguan Qiaoyun's wait-and-see.
After a while, Shangguan Qiaoyun withdrew her gaze, and continued to maintain the gun. Her feelings towards Zhang Xiaoqiang were very complicated. She wanted to get close to him but was afraid of getting too close, making Zhang Xiaoqiang think that she was a casual woman, but she did not approach him. Well, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned a blind eye to her again. He wanted to wait for him to take the initiative to pursue him, and he didn't care how many women he had. Excellent men are too rare in the last days, and only by following excellent men can life and supplies be guaranteed, but Zhang Xiaoqiang is right. Her performance was too dull, she didn't take the initiative at all, could it be that she couldn't satisfy him? The most irritating thing is that Zhang Xiaoqiang used to like to play with her a little ambiguously, but now Zhang Xiaoqiang sees her as if he saw a ghost, why? Are you becoming scary now
Looking at the busy crowd, Zhang Xiaoqiang still felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Now that he is a big boy, there are nearly a hundred people working hard for him. Although there are only twenty or so people who really dare to work hard, what kind of world is this? ? This is the end of the world when there are only a few hundred people. Now that there are so many people under him, it is enough. When he was full of ambition, he saw something flying in the air out of the corner of his eyes.
A human-shaped object fell quickly from the opening of the viaduct. The distance of 40 to 50 meters was not long. As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his head, the object slammed down the bridge with a bang. There was no more movement, only then did Zhang Xiaoqiang see more than a dozen corpses of zombies in different poses lying under the break of the viaduct, many of them evolved zombies.
Zhang Xiaoqiang understood why there were so few zombies in the camp. It was construction time at 10:00 in the morning, and it was still early for lunch. All the construction workers were on the construction site. Except for the cook, they were the people who took care of the materials in the camp. Zhang Xiaoqiang led people to kill them. It was just an insignificant part of the zombies on the construction site, and the big head was still on the viaduct above his head.
Zhang Xiaoqiang drew out the police dagger hanging on his left leg and slashed at his palm, but seeing the serrated blade, he couldn't do it. If he could do self-harm, he wouldn't do it. His self-healing ability is fast. , but the pain can't turn off the screen! He turned around and looked at those subordinates, wondering if he should find someone to back him up
Zhang Huaian? Not too old, honest man? Seeing the honest man chatting and laughing with his little sister, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, forget it, don’t bully the honest man, and he turned his gaze to other people, Wang Chong saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking around in the crowd, thinking that Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to Looking for someone to do something, hurriedly ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side to ask.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Wang Chong who was running towards him and was a little speechless. He has never seen someone come to donate blood for free after the apocalypse, but now this frustrating and trampled Wang Chong came to the door himself? Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say much but asked him to donate a little blood. When Wang Chong heard his face turn pale, he didn't say a word, "brushed" his sleeves and stretched his arms in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, looking at Wang Chong who was gnashing his teeth with his head tilted to one side, eyes closed, Zhang Xiaoqiang scratched lightly on the back of his arm with a dagger, a line of red marks slowly appeared, and then blood dripped out, Wang Chong was a little puzzled when he saw the drizzle on his arm.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't explain and asked him to stand with him and look at the viaduct. Wang Chong squeezed his arms for no reason, raised his head high and looked at the viaduct 40 to 50 meters above his head, and suddenly there was a break at the top of the viaduct A black dot could be seen slowly as a staggering zombie, and new zombies appeared behind it, all of them were attracted by the smell of blood under the bridge and kept walking towards the fracture.
"Bump..." When the first zombie fell under the bridge, zombies kept falling off the bridge one after another. Some zombies were wearing yellow or red helmets on their heads, and the zombies were jet-black. His body formed a line at a height of 40 to 50 meters in the air, and kept falling under the bridge until the line formed a waterfall composed of corpses. Not all zombies had good luck and fell on the ground under the bridge. .