After the meeting, Song Haoran took Gong Lixin to change clothes, Lin Wenbo also wanted to follow, but Gong Xiangyi grabbed his arm and clung to him. Received the sympathetic gazes from his friends and teenagers, Lin Wenbo's already livid face turned as black as ink.
Song Haoran ordered twenty special forces under him to go with him, and explained the mission details in detail.
Hearing that they were going to the Green Garden Market to rescue people, these tough guys showed hesitation on their faces. The Green Garden Market is the largest and most prosperous small commodity market in Province A. People come and go every day, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as crowded.
When the doomsday broke out, it was around 10 o'clock in the morning, and it was the time when the Green Garden Market was the most crowded, with an average daily flow of 100,000 people, and the number of zombies there can be imagined. Recalling the bustling scene of the Green Garden Market in the past, and imagining the bustling crowd as zombies, the scalps of the twenty strong men all felt numb.
"If you don't want to go, you don't have to. If you show your timidity before starting, you will die if you go." Sensing the fear in everyone's hearts, Gong Lixin spoke lightly while wearing the combat uniform.
If it was Xiao Lin who handed over the task and his subordinates felt timid, Xiao Lin would definitely kill them on the spot. These guys should feel lucky, because Young Master Gong has only learned Xiao Lin's third level of mind, and he can't kill his own people at will.
"Let's go!" With Young Master Gong around, what are you afraid of! A special soldier who had seen Gong Lixin's fierce skills said loudly. The others also settled down and quickly agreed.
"Okay, I'll give you five minutes to get ready, and we'll meet up on the landing pad in five minutes." Even the aggressive method can be used, not bad! In the future, we can try to let Li Xin lead the team. Thinking of this, Song Haoran patted Gong Lixin on the shoulder in relief, glanced at his watch, and ordered loudly.
"Yes!" Twenty people agreed in unison, and the sound shook the sky.
"Okay, keep this momentum!" Song Haoran nodded, and took the lead to lead Gong Lixin towards the apron.
Five minutes later, everyone arrived on time. Song Haoran looked at his watch, feeling a little impatient because Lin Wenbo had been missing.
He must be entangled by Gong Xiangyi, women are really troublesome! Haoran frowned, and ordered to the pilot, "Take off, don't wait."
"Wait another half a minute, Big Brother Lin is on his way." Gong Lixin's ears twitched, and he stopped him. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Wenbo's figure appearing at the corner of the tarmac. He saw the helicopter that hadn't taken off yet, his tense expression relaxed, and he immediately accelerated to run.
"You're finally here! How did you coax Gong Xiangyi into letting her go?" Song Haoran asked angrily when his friend sat down.
Lin Wenbo's face darkened, and he subconsciously looked at Gong Lixin. Gong Lixin didn't understand why, so he bent his eyebrows and smiled at him. The smile was so pure that Lin Wenbo felt refreshed.
Lin Wenbo's expression softened instantly, and he said lightly, "I don't need anyone's consent to come out."
Song Haoran saw his helplessness and dissatisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder to express his comfort. Everyone checked the weapons and equipment again during the flight, and then remained silent all the way until they reached their destination.
"Major General, the third small warehouse from the right is where the survivors are located." The driver pointed to one of the warehouses in a row.
There is a large flat area in front of this row of warehouses, which is convenient for stacking goods and parking trucks, and is also convenient for helicopters to land. If there is no group of zombies, it is very convenient to land and save people from here. But looking at the dense crowd of zombies attracted by the roar of the helicopter on the ground, everyone's expressions were very solemn, and they didn't know what to do.
If it continues like this, before the plane lands, these warehouses will be buried by the zombies who heard the sound. They are tantamount to harming rather than saving.
what to do? Everyone looked at Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo who were in deep thought.
At this moment, there was movement in the small warehouse. A young man climbed out from the transom at the top of the warehouse, waving an orange shirt non-stop. He was sweating profusely, and wanted to call for help, but he was afraid of attracting the attention of the zombies, so he could only stand still and worry.
Fortunately, the zombies roared and looked up at the sky, but they didn't find him.
Looking down at the excited young man, Song Haoran couldn't make up his mind for a while. If they throw down the ladder, it is okay for the survivors to climb out of the transom one by one and get into the cabin. However, there are frail women, old people or children under Bao Buqi, who cannot perform such difficult movements. Furthermore, this rescue method will take a lot of time. At that time, the hungry zombies are likely to break through the iron gate of the small warehouse and eat the survivors.
"Set a big fire elsewhere to lure these zombies away." Gong Lixin who had been silent all this time said suddenly.
"Zombies tend to light, heat, and sound. This is a good way." Thinking of the mountain fire in Qingshui Town, Lin Wenbo immediately agreed.
"Okay." Song Haoran thought for a while, made a decision, and ordered to the driver, "Go around and pick a suitable place to set fire. Not too close, but not too far away."
"Yes." The spirit of the decadent driver shook, and he promised loudly. He has come here twice, and watched the young man waving his shirt down from ecstasy to despair again and again. To be honest, he felt very uncomfortable.
The helicopter stopped circling, and with a flick of its tail, it quickly flew away from the market. The young man stood for a long time before putting down the shirt in his hand, looking at the direction of the plane blankly, like a statue.
Hearing the sound of the helicopter flying away, the people in the warehouse fell into complete despair. This is the second time, the second time the military has abandoned them. I don't know who it is, suddenly let out a choked sob. The grief was magnified to the extreme by this tiny mourning cry, and soon there were sobbing sounds one after another in the warehouse, and the air seemed to be so heavy that it was suffocating.
Circling around the area around the Green Garden Market, everyone on board carefully selected the location of the arson.
"Brother Song, there is an oil tank truck below, let's blow it up." Gong Lixin, who had seen the news of an oil tank truck catching fire and exploding on TV, pointed to the ground and said.
"No, there are so many traffic jams on the road. If the tanker catches fire, it will cause a series of explosions. Then several nearby streets will be blown up, and the buildings along the street will also catch fire. This area will be destroyed by us." Song Haoran refused without thinking.
The others also shook their heads again and again, denying Young Master Gong's proposal. They are soldiers, not terrorists. Lin Wenbo didn't express any opinion, just sat aside and pondered.
"So what if it's destroyed? This world is slowly being destroyed. It's said that if you don't break it, you can't build it. If you break it, you can build it. Destroying the old world that is doomed to perish is also a kind of feat in building a new world. Your vision is too narrow." Gong Lixin twisted. Eyebrow, said lightly.
For things that are destined to be discarded, he never feels sorry for them, and he does not hesitate to be a pusher to discard them more thoroughly, because he knows very well that if there is no discarding, there will be no gain.
He felt that it was worthwhile to exchange a small dead area with no life and the lives of countless zombies for the safety of more than fifty survivors, and he had nothing to hesitate about.
Gong Shao's indifferent and decisive words were shocking and enlightening to the people on board. Yes, the end of the world is coming, the original world is doomed to perish, why should they cling to the past? At this time, the value of life is far above everything else.
After figuring it out, everyone's eyes on Gong Lixin were obviously different, from envy and admiration to out-and-out reverence. Gong Shao is not only powerful, but also has a heart as firm as a rock. Such a person is destined to be extraordinary!
"Well said!" While everyone was deep in thought, Lin Wenbo spoke loudly, and was the first to express his support to Gong Lixin. He took a deep look at the resolute and resolute young man, and the shock and admiration in his heart were intertwined, condensing into thick and hot magma, melting his hard and thick heart wall.
Lin Wenbo is a businessman, and he is a very successful businessman. He knows better than anyone what is the trade-off. But seeing that the young Gong Lixin was more determined and decisive than him, he felt the joy of finding a soulmate, and his heart beat rapidly and frantically.
"Fry it, give me the bazooka." Song Haoran also came back to his senses, and said firmly.
He used to worry that Li Xin would not be able to adapt to the cruelty of the end times, but just now Li Xin's words let him know that Li Xin sees more clearly than he does. He was compared, but there was no dissatisfaction in his heart, instead he was filled with joy. Only when Li Xin becomes really strong can he feel at ease.
A special soldier silently handed him the bazooka.
After setting up the weapon and aiming at the target, Song Haoran pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The rocket hit the oil tanker with a long tail of smoke, flipping it to the ground with a bang, the front of the vehicle was thrown high into the air, and then fell heavily, smashing a car in front of it all over. The exploded body exploded, and the intense heat quickly ignited several surrounding cars.
The helicopter hovered over the explosion point. For more than 20 minutes, there were explosions one after another, and several shops and buildings on the street also burst into flames, with the sound of glass shattering and flames licking objects from time to time.
Thick and pungent black smoke rose into the sky like a ferocious dragon, rolling toward the four planes.
"Let's go." Looking at the zombies frantically rushing towards the fire on the ground, Song Haoran said to the driver with a relaxed expression.
Low-level zombies can only act on instinct. When they evolve to level two or above and have a certain sense of crisis, this trick will not work for them.
The helicopter swung its tail and flew towards the Green Garden Market.
The survivors in the warehouse also heard huge explosions, one after another, like thunder after thunder, which made them uneasy.
The most athletic young man was sent to the roof by everyone to check the situation. The group of zombies surrounding the warehouse receded like a tide, and turned towards the explosion point where the smoke was everywhere.
Seeing this, the young man showed a relaxed expression on his face, and heard the faint sound of the propeller churning from the sky. He stood up in disbelief, set up the awning with his hands, and looked into the distance.
The four black dots were avoiding the column of smoke and flying straight towards the warehouse. The young man lowered and raised the hand on his brow, raised and lowered it, for fear that he would be dazzled by the scorching sun and have hallucinations.
After looking at it several times, the four black dots did not disappear, but flew closer and closer. The young man almost jumped up in ecstasy. He quickly held on to the window lattice of the transom, stabilized his figure, and shouted to everyone in the warehouse, "The army didn't leave, the explosion was caused by the army! They lured away the zombies and came to rescue us!"
"Really? Did you read it right?" Someone kept asking, and some cried, but this cry was no longer the sadness of the past, but the joy of being alive again.
"Really! Really! They will be here soon!" The young man leaned against the window and shouted ecstatically.
"Long live! Long live the army!" At this time, the sound of the propeller turning had changed from weak to strong, and everyone could hear it clearly, hugging and cheering together.