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There are mutant beasts in the Yangtze River, not big black fish, with different scales and different widths, all the openings are as thick as large buckets, big black fish are small, but also have a waist like a water tank, this kind of mutant beast is not as wide as big black fish, but its strength However, it is much stronger than the big black fish. It can break open a three-inch thick wall, twist all kinds of steel stairs into twists, and destroy the entire operation room. This is not something that ordinary beasts can do.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little entangled. The Yangtze River was not a safe place, and the shore was not a good place. If you were not careful, you might encounter a large-scale tide of corpses. After all, this was a strange place, and they didn't have time to scout around.
"All boats... sail in the direction of h, keep in formation, we set up a temporary camp on Jiangxin Island..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang had no other choice. At least he would not face zombie attacks on Jiangxin Island. Standing on the ground, at least he had more room to maneuver than on the river. Jiangxin Island became a not too bad choice for them.
The fleet left the pier and sailed to the nearby Jiangxin Island. On the opposite side of the river, there are countless buildings. Looking at the long-lost buildings, many people feel emotional. They have been away from the city for too long. They can’t remember what the city is like. After the end of the world, it was the first time for them to observe the urban buildings so closely.
After entering the first level of combat readiness, the atmosphere of the fleet became dull again. There was still a strong smell of gunpowder in the dullness. The scouts were still clearing the way. The other ships were in the middle, the river fire platform was driving behind, and Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in front. On the deck, with his right hand resting on the body of the anti-aircraft machine gun, his fingers nervously stroked the hot metal components baked by the sun.
Only a small group of people really know where the danger comes from, and most of the militiamen don't know it. They have been ordered to prepare for battle, but they are not as nervous as the regular team members. Although they can't talk and laugh with their companions as before In the mountains and rivers, you can sit on a boat with a rifle in your arms and enjoy the river and the silent city on the other side.
During the alert, the ship sailed for two hours and came to a sandbar in the middle of the river at a roundabout. The dwarf woods, a piece of greenery that is different from other places, render the entire Jiangxin Island full of vitality.
From Shazhou, you can reach the river bank along the outer river. It seems that a huge belt wraps the entire Jiangxin Island, stretching for more than ten miles. On the periphery, you can see many large and small ships going down the river. The side turned to the side, and some ships rushed a hundred meters straight to the shore, like discarded toy boats, lying on the land, and more ships collided with each other on the outer edge, entangled with each other.
Looking around, I don't know how many ships have formed a huge steel tomb here, some turned over, some turned upside down, and some were broken into two pieces, but the bows of other ships were embedded in the middle, countless Containers are scattered among various broken ships, which add some color to the monotonous tomb.
The closer to Jiangxin Island, the clearer the ship cemetery, and the more terrifying the scale of the cemetery. Many ships are half-embedded in the river water, and the paint color of the ship surface gradually peels off. Dilapidated and dilapidated, windows without glass revealed dark holes. Looking at those holes, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to be able to hear the humming sound of the river wind blowing in. That humming sound was sung by the Yangtze River for the grave. mourning song.
The boat slowly approached the other end of Jiangxin Island, and waves of water rolled up from the bottom of the boat to the shore, beating layers of waves, and the waves receded, leaving fresh wet marks on the river embankment.
There are two piers on the island, both of which are not big. One is a little more formal, with barges and horizontal boards that connect to the river, and the other is simple, which can only accommodate small-tonnage flat-bottomed boats.
Ships approached the pier slowly one by one, like a queue, one by one stopped on the river, the armed platform and the explorer leaned against the periphery because of the shape of the ship.
When all the ships docked, with an order, Huang Quan and Chen Ye led the squadron up to the pier together, and fanned into the depths of the island to investigate. Afterwards, dozens of team members went down to the ship and spread out, and built a squadron in the pier area. Fortifications, heavy firepower of various types on racks,
After Zhang Xiaoqiang landed on the shore, some team members came back to report. After Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the report, he knew that there was no danger within a radius of one kilometer, so he lowered his vigilance a little and let all the militiamen disembark and go ashore. No one was left on board, which would greatly reduce the river water. in danger.
Hundreds of militiamen and sailors, carrying large and small bags of supplies, went under the boat like refugees, stretched their stiff bodies, and continued to climb up the gentle slope of the pier, walking to the depths of the island. A small team was left to guard the ship, and the others all went ashore.
There are no strange mountains and rocks on the island, and there are no watchtowers engraved. If there is anything strange, it is a word "Ping". Countless fields and ridges can be connected vertically and horizontally to form a vivid and huge geometric figure.
The field is not as dense as it was before the end of the world, and the wheat ears are ostentatious, but it is much better than other places. In the field, many wheat left over from previous years has grown into clumps of wild wheat. It is already mid-October, and the clumps of wheat have already grown. After the emerald green becomes golden, the middle of the golden wheat grows dense, withered or green weeds, some stick to the ground and grow only to the middle of the wheat stalk, while others grow fluffy and big. Blades of grass taller than a man cast shadows on the wheat below.
There are several ponds of different sizes not far from the wheat fields. The water in the ponds is very green, and I don’t know what is inside, which makes the water green like this. Compared with the dryness and dryness elsewhere, this place can be regarded as a rare treasure.
Walking among the swaying ears of wheat, enjoying the river breeze, a trace of cool river breeze brushed away the heat from the body, sniffing the smell before the harvest, immersed in the fragrance of ripe wheat, several militiamen carefully followed Hold a strand of wheat ears in the palm of your hand, crush the whiskers, and throw the not-so-full grains into your mouth. While chewing, a sweet taste slips into your throat.
No one spoke, and no one gave orders. All the militiamen moved. They carefully folded every ear of wheat they could grasp around them, stuffed them into their pockets or backpacks, and harvested as they marched.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't make a sound when he arrived. On the outside, all the regular team members were guarding the surroundings with rifles, while the militiamen surrounded in the middle were much more comfortable and thoughtful about harvesting ears of wheat...