"What's your name? How did you become the leader of these people? Where did you come from? Where are you going?" Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the man with burning eyes, and asked four questions in succession.
The man was as sloppy as those survivors, his mostly intact clothes were stained with stains, his short hair was trimmed in a mess, and the beard on his face hadn't been shaved for a long time. The survivor is completely different, his eyes are deep and introverted, like an ancient spring that is calm.
From the time the man stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, he didn't show any extra emotions, and waited quietly until Zhang Xiaoqiang asked him something.
"My surname is Ding and my name is Ding Luo. The people in the team call me Coach. We are coming from City X and going to h..."
"Wait..." Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted Ding Luo's narration. He looked carefully at the man in front of him and said, "You guys are from city x? That's city x, which is only three hours away by train from city y. City X that the Mongols have been living for for twenty years?"
The man nodded, and he was about to continue.
"Is there a family in your team who used to live in..."
Six hundred or seven hundred men and women were called out of the car. They stood in a row and were questioned one by one by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Those who lived in the suburbs were separated separately, and those who lived in the urban area were separated again. Each of them was questioned repeatedly. A few names, and a place name in the urban area of x... The intercepted civilian convoy set off for the base again. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the dusty ground and stared at the dirt on his military shoes in a daze. The curling blue smoke smoked his half-closed eyes, and a big black ant was crawling at his feet.
Zhang Xiaoqiang watched the ant crawling around his feet, watched it slowly crawl to the military shoes along the shoelaces on the ground, a cigarette butt covered with soot lightly touched the military shoes, the ant died, it was caught Burial with soot accumulated on military shoes.
Zhang Xiaoqiang started to look at the distant sky, the sky began to dim at five o'clock in the afternoon, the smell of gunpowder smoke on his clothes lingered in his nose, his heart was aching, he never thought about his sister, never dared to think about it, He has been avoiding, avoiding the sadness and despair that he might lose his sister. Ding Luo appeared, and he brought the news of X City. Ding Luo's appearance was like a sharp sawtooth tearing open Zhang Xiaoqiang's seemingly tenacious heart. The original self-deception was instantly exposed. He forgot about the approaching corpse wave, d2 that was slowly approaching, and the black hands controlling the corpse tide.
He caught up with the convoy, interrogated every survivor, even the survivors on the three cars that were swallowed by the tide of corpses, and found out the identities of the survivors, but there was no news from his sister. Keep it like this on the ground.
Four team members with rifles surrounded Zhang Xiaoqiang on guard, and two off-road vehicles were parked in the distance. Yang Keer and Shangguan Qiaoyun sat in the car and looked at the decadent Zhang Xiaoqiang...Ding Luo was the leader of the team, He used to be the coach of X Sanda Club. On the day the virus broke out, X held a cultural festival. Ding Luo took the Sanda team to the opening ceremony. The opening ceremony had just started when the virus broke out. Although the opening ceremony was crowded, the venue was empty. Many people escaped, and Ding Luo and the surviving team members also rushed out with cold weapons for performance.
Ding Luo's greatest ability is not his behind the scenes and medical skills, but his calmness. He led his team members to avoid hordes of corpses time and time again, killing scattered zombies. Some people saw Ding Luo, who was advancing and retreating like one, holding a weapon, and they gathered towards them one after another. People are social creatures, and when they saw people gathering, they also joined the crowd from their hiding places.
Ding Luo never refused anyone who came, and with the compassion of a doctor's parents, he led these old and weak women and children to fight a bloody way. The cultural festival opened was close to the suburbs. When Ding Luo and the others were safe, they followed him. There were more than 300 people rushing out, and people were still looking for the corpses of the zombies they had killed.
Because it was Ding Luo who led them to fight out, and several strong men who could fight were his team members, Ding Luo was elected as the leader of the team.
After that, Ding Luo led hundreds of people to hoard food, clean water and various supplies. At that time, the zombies had not yet evolved. With the big knife in their hands, Ding Luo and the others killed many zombies, and also grabbed many supplies and vehicles. Even killed a group of former gangsters who wanted to rob them and got their weapons.
On the outskirts of City X, with Ding Luo and his group clearing away the zombies, the chances of survival for those who were not infected greatly increased. As the survivors were rescued, the largest number of people in Ding Luo's hands reached more than 1,200, who could hold a knife There are also four or five hundred men.
After a heavy rain, Ding Luo and the others started to struggle. The team members died in battle one after another, and the zombies became stronger and more fierce. Fortunately, the food was well prepared before, so they prepared to move and find a secluded place like Zhang Xiaoqiang. A place to recuperate.
When they were resting by a clear stream, his team was almost devastated. Originally, Ding Luo carried a water tanker converted from an oil tanker. The water was boiled to drink, and in the middle of the night, more than two hundred people turned into corpses, and the frenzied zombies turned the entire camp into hell.
When morning came, there were only 800 people left in the entire camp, and 300 of them were injured. As the injured were isolated, less than half of the 300 people could survive.
The base was established, but Ding Luo didn't think long-term like Zhang Xiaoqiang, they were pure farmers, and when the tide of corpses in City X spread, they could only run away, and their target was H, the largest gathering place in Hb Province.
They received hundreds of people scattered on the road, and the number of the convoy once again exceeded a thousand. They spent the night in the wild last night. They originally planned to leave early the next morning. In the early morning, dozens of s2 pounced on their camp.
Ding Luo ordered half of the vehicle and more than 300 people to throw it away. He and the rest of the people left in the car. After that, s2 caught up, and the wave of corpses in the distance also rushed towards them. At a critical moment, the super back guy , the third son appeared... The cranky Zhang Xiaoqiang went over the origins of this group of people in his mind, thinking of the sea of corpses all over the mountains and plains, he stood up and walked towards the preset blocking position.
Time: 18:00, location: intersection of two counties, belligerent parties: 105 humans, zombies: estimated to be 5-7.