"Oh! You are such an old man, and you don't know how to cherish yourself. Look, the wound that was just wrapped is opening again."
Yang Ke'er complained that Zhang Xiaoqiang tore her love rice dumplings into a mess, and at the same time re-wrapped Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Dozens of zombies fell behind Yang Ke'er like a slaughterhouse, and none of the zombie corpses were intact, either missing a head or missing a thigh.
The sun was about to set, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on this doomsday battlefield, adding a bit of desolation.
The setting sun cast a halo on Yang Ke'er's body, and the little girl looked golden, like a little goddess.
The little girl who had just done strenuous exercise was still stained with sweat, and a few beads of sweat ooze on her petite and cute little nose, glistening in the setting sun, and the bangs on her forehead were sticky with sweat, making her more charming.
The big clear and bright eyes focused on looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand, and reapplied the medicine to him.
From the corner of the mouth and the end of the nose, a warm breath sprayed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand from time to time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand no longer felt pain, only the little girl's breath sprayed on his hand and felt numb.
Seeing Yang Ke'er carefully bandaging his wound, Zhang Xiaoqiang's thoughts could not help but flash to the previous scene of Yang Ke'er fighting.
Yang Ke'er is very talented. To be precise, she has a keen fighting instinct. She didn't rush into the crowd of corpses and kill all directions. Instead, she walked around the crowd of corpses, taking advantage of the zombies' inflexibility to knock on one piece, With a few blows, the corpses were like a big potato being slowly chipped away by Yang Keer.
"The horn gun in her hand should be called the horn stick!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was a bit unworthy of the horn gun being used by Yang Ke'er. Yang Ke'er used the horn gun instead of stabbing it, but hitting it with the tip of the gun. Zombies were smashed with missing arms and legs, and there were also unlucky ones whose heads were smashed, and their bodies were cut in two.
She casually inserted Yang Keer's horn gun upside down on the ground. It was about 1.7 meters from the tip of the gun to the end of the gun. Yang Keer held it very easily. The gun body made of rebar and the animal horns are tightly fitted together. The animal horns of the animal horn gun are shining faintly in the setting sun. It is not the kind of dazzling light, but a subtle and restrained halo, which is low-key and elegant. And gorgeous.
The shining animal horn has the characteristics of not being stained with dust and water. Dust and stains cannot adhere to it. After killing zombies, the dirty blood and brains that are accidentally stained will quickly drip along the spiral pattern as the tip of the gun is turned downwards. fall until the horn is clean again.
"It's a pity this gun!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head looking at the animal horn gun that Yang Ke'er ignored.
"Uncle, did you listen to me?"
Yang Ke'er's eyes were wide open, a small flame flickered inside, her pink and tender face was puffed up on both sides, and her small mouth with rose-colored lips was pouting. The whole look of a little girl who is very angry now looks super cute.
"Ahem!" Zhang Xiaoqiang really didn't listen to Yang Ke'er's muttering, he coughed to cover it up, and thought of diverting the little girl's attention.
"Well, that, oh! I was thinking! Have we forgotten something!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought seriously.
"?" Yang Ke'er didn't understand very well, and was also thinking about what he forgot.
"We seem to be here for that guy." Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at Xiaochang out of the corner of his eye and signaled to Yang Ke'er.
Yang Ke'er raised his head and looked over there, the man was still waving the banner on the roof, it just changed from the fierceness of beating chicken blood to the current powerlessness. In the afterglow of the setting sun, a lonely and bleak figure was dancing the red banner, looking very artistic, a kind of desolate artistic conception.
"Cut! It's been a long time since we finished fighting the monster! He still doesn't dare to come down, he looks like a very frustrated guy, I don't even bother to talk to him!"
Yang Ke'er was clearly not interested in the guy on the roof!
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that it was getting late, and said to Yang Keer: "Let's spend the night there today!"
As the tricycle approached, the small factory was approaching. A red-painted wooden sign with a white background was hung on the right side of the gate of 'xx Town xx Food Processing Factory'.
After entering the small factory, you can see all kinds of garbage on the ground, moldy flour bags, tattered rags, and various food packaging bags, with human bones scattered among them.
A warehouse with a height of eight meters, the big iron gate on the warehouse was bumped into holes, and it was written in white paint, "the warehouse is an important place, no fireworks"
The walls of the warehouse are very solid, a product of the 1960s and 1970s. There are a row of old-fashioned wooden windows on the wall five meters above the ground, and a row of simple stairs sealed with U-shaped steel bars into the concrete wall all the way to the roof. . The man was looking down from the roof and seemed to be searching for the remaining zombies.
"Come down! You're safe!" Zhang Xiaoqiang greeted him, but Yang Ke'er ignored the man.
After making sure that there was no danger below, the man walked down the simple reinforced steel stairs to the downstairs step by step.
"Oh! Brother, thank you so much! You don't know, I have been trapped in the warehouse for four full months! If you didn't come, I don't know how to survive!"
The man was very excited, he seemed eager to kneel down and thank Zhang Xiaoqiang!
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the man carefully. He was about 23 or 20 years old, his clothes were dirty and dusty, his face was clean but bloodless, and his hair was long enough to cover his ears. He looked like a popular boy in the 1980s. Hair style, Chinese character face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, the first impression is not bad.
"What's your name? How did you live until now?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked while sitting in the small living room of the small factory that specially received customers, looking around.
"Hehe! My surname is Xie, and my name is Xie Yuanshan. I am the business manager of this factory. At that time, I was rushing goods in the finished product warehouse..." Xie Yuanshan began to tell.
The food factory usually produces and processes some small biscuits. There are about 50 people in the factory, all of whom are nearby villagers. The factory manager is his uncle. After graduating from a third-rate university, he has been running business in the factory. The business of the factory is very hot around the New Year's Eve, and everyone is rushing for goods. People in the factory started to go crazy and bite and eat people everywhere.
Xie Yuanshan was so bold that he pulled the warehouse manager to lock the door of the warehouse and kept it inside. Half an hour later, the warehouse manager was not quite right, so Xie Yuanshan became more careful and stayed away from him until the warehouse manager also mutated. The warehouse manager who turned into a zombie stayed in the warehouse for several months after he was killed. Every day at dawn, he climbed to the top of the building through the window to see if anyone was passing by.
"Xie Yuanshan! How did you solve it by drinking water?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked the question in his heart.
"Brother, you are too polite, just call me Xiaoshan! That's how it is..."
The finished product warehouse must be kept clean and tidy at all times, and a water table is specially built behind the gate. It is usually used for mopping the floor and washing hands of people entering and leaving to avoid soiling the goods. The water pipes are the groundwater drawn by the factory, and most of the surrounding farmers also draw groundwater for domestic use.
"Brother, you saved my life. If you have any orders in the future, just tell me. I will do my best."
Xie Yuanshan swore to promise, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Yang Ke'er, 'cough' Zhang Xiaoqiang coughed pretendingly to remind him not to glance casually.
"I saw this little girl on the roof is amazing!" Xie Yuanshan looked a little embarrassed.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't speak but nodded.
"Is she your sister?" Xie Yuanshan asked carefully.
"No! I'm his wife!" Yang Ke'er was feeling bored, and when she heard Xie Yuanshan's question, she immediately stood up and declared her sovereignty.
"Oh! Brother is so amazing, haha!" Xie Yuanshan smiled sincerely, but Zhang Xiaoqiang always felt something was wrong.
The big iron gate of the small factory was locked, and Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others had a bonfire in the open area of the factory, not because they didn't want to sleep on the bed, but unfortunately the smell in the dormitory was not right, and the smoke was unbearable.
So I had to sleep outside. Fortunately, the temperature at night is not low, so I think it is summer.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke'er discussed staying alone at midnight, and they should be as careful as possible if there is an extra outsider who doesn't know the background.
"Put that thing down, or I'll kill him."
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sleeping in a daze, was suddenly woken up, and before he opened his eyes, someone kicked him hard on the stomach.
That kick hit his stomach, "Wow..." Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled up and spat out.