Lin Dilei and He Zhiwen had a break at halftime, and the twelve little friends who tried their best to help them attract the zombie army became more and more tired.
The first one was replaced by the Three Musketeers of the Sports Academy, followed by Qi Yan. Song Fei, who led everyone to change direction at first, slowly fell into the middle of the team, keeping pace with Wang Qingyuan, Zhou Lu, and Luo Geng. Li Jingyu, Feng Qibai, and Qiao Siqi formed the final army.
After crossing the lawn diagonally, the friends returned to the runway and continued to circle round and round.
So soon I saw those lovely hurdles for the fourth time.
They were scattered across the runway, some stood up, some had been knocked down, about seven or eight, basically blocking the entire runway. Every time the martial arts class came here, except for the three musketeers of the physical training school who had a thigh span, the rest of the people would go around and pass by. But the zombies didn't have this kind of awareness, so every time they came here, they stumbled and tripped several times. The zombies that fell on the ground tripped the companions behind with their bodies that hadn't got up, which invisibly slowed down the speed of the entire zombie army. .
Before He Zhiwen hid in the pile of zombies, he was almost overtaken once, but fortunately he just ran here and was rescued by the hurdle.
"Do you think there has been a battle here—" Li Jingyu, who has been running four laps, but has been wobbly and remains fourth from the bottom, still has the energy to speak.
However, he is a minority after all—
"We just feel hypoxic!" Qiao Siqi shouted, wheezing and panting, extremely difficult.
Qi Yan is okay, although he is tired, he has maintained a relatively steady breathing rhythm: "I also feel this way, otherwise there would be no reason why there are so many corpses on the lawn!"
Song Fei didn't want to start a fight at first, but his curiosity became more and more intense: "Who are 'they'?"
Qi Yan was speechless: "I'm not a god!"
Qiao Siqi: "If we want to talk about immortals, we have to be Huang... ehhhhhhhhhhh?!"
All the comrades who couldn't see the situation behind were worried for a moment: "What's wrong?!"
Qiao Siqi looked dazed, not sure if it was real or a hallucination: "Gods, gods seem to have plunged into the pile of corpses!"
Under the moonlight, the wildly running flowers of the motherland turned into eleven branches.
It turned out that after the friends realized that the lawn was full of corpses instead of frozen living zombies, they subconsciously no longer guarded against the lawn, so they went back to 1- There are four roads in four miles, and in the end it is almost close to the edge of the lawn.
The leaders can still gather in a small group, and the four at the bottom of the team are basically separated by one meter. Without any question, Huang Mo is second to last, and Qiao Siqi is at the end.
Just now, everyone happened to pass by the edge of a lawn where corpses were piled up, so Qiao Siqi watched Huang Mo in front of him flicker and disappear.
At first, he thought that the other party had fallen because he was not running steadily, so he almost ran to help him, but after running two steps forward, he realized that he had already taken root in the pile of corpses, and was wriggling deeper.
Qiao Siqi subconsciously turned his head to look around, but the army of zombies behind him didn't move at all, they were still chasing him foolishly.
A few seconds later, he had already run into the bend with his friends, and the main force of the zombie army had passed the place where Huang Mo was pretending to be.
Looking from a distance, there are piles of corpses, nothing else.
Qiao Siqi suddenly became very excited. This is a way to burst into happiness as long as he fights it out. Once he enters the sea of corpses, he will hide his achievements and fame!
Half a minute later, Qiao Siqi, who had finally spotted a geomantic treasure, ran to the middle of the team with the last bit of strength, and then made a low-altitude leap under the cover of his comrades in the rear, rushing into the sea of corpses.
The friends in the back who were used for no reason were stunned for a while, but at the same time they were also opened up.
Li Jingyu, who has already wandered to the First Legion unknowingly, can finally discuss "them" with Qi Yan at close range—
"If there were people here once, as we guessed, and their fighting power was outstanding, where are they now?"
Qi Yan: "Maybe like us, looking for an opportunity to break out!"
Li Jingyu was reminded: "Could it be that they did the corpses we met on Xuezi Avenue before?"
Before Qi Yan could speak, Zhao He couldn't help interjecting: "If they are, I really want to beat them up! Either don't kill them all, or kill them all, and leave us so many alive lying in the middle of the road and pretending to be dead, what a scam!"
Li Jingyu: "Maybe those zombies were originally from the track and field, and they were brought to the avenue when they escaped!"
Zhao He: "Keep chasing after you're on the road, what's the matter in the middle of the road!"
Li Jingyu: "I was dumped, and then I just stayed where I am, waiting for a rabbit to avenge my companions on the lawn, but I didn't stop him from whipping people, and waited for us to come."
Zhao He 囧, speechless.
Song Fei, who managed to keep up with the tail of the First Legion, was powerless to complain: "Are you sure they have the consciousness of 'revenge' in their heads?"
Li Jingyu: "Appropriate and reasonable beautification is the need of literary and artistic creation."
Song Fei: "Creation of literature and art?"
Li Jingyu: "My dream is to be a writer."
Song Fei: "..."
Song Fei, who was deeply aware of the huge gap between himself and the First Army, sadly slowed down and wanted to return to the Second Army.
As a result, his footsteps slowed down, but no one around him ran up.
Song Fei was puzzled and turned around, and suddenly there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky.
There is no one behind, only fucking zombies left! ! !
Under the moonlight, the wildly running flowers of the motherland turned into six branches.
"You guys are inhumane—"
On the east side of the lawn, Wang Qingyuan and Luo Geng, who had just laid down, looked at each other with peaceful and serene expressions.
In the south of the lawn, Feng Qibai, who had already squirmed away from the edge of the lawn, was covered with zombies and looked up at the starry sky.
In the southwest of the lawn, Huang Mo hides perfectly, not even showing his eyes.
On the west of the lawn, Zhou Lu, Qiao Siqi, Lin Dilei, and He Zhiwen huddled together, reluctantly keeping each other warm.
Seventh time over the hurdles.
Song Fei: "I can't do it, comrades, I can't run anymore, just keep at it, I'll take over after a short rest!"
The Three Musketeers of the Sports Academy, Li Jingyu: "We don't believe it!"
Song Fei: "The conscience of heaven and earth!"
The Three Musketeers of the Sports Academy, Li Jingyu: "Get lost!"
Song Fei: "Okay—"
The Three Musketeers of the Sports Academy, Li Jingyu, and Qi Yan: "..."
Eighth time over the hurdles.
Wu Zhou: "Fuck, this will really kill people!"
Fu Xiyuan: "I would have insisted on physical training if I knew it earlier!"
Li Jingyu: "Aren't you from the Sports Academy!"
Wu Zhou: "We are the Social Sports Department!"
Fu Xiyuan: "From the day I aspired to be a primary school physical education teacher, I am no longer a man like the wind!"
Li Jingyu didn't have time to speak again, the two friends had entered the cloud piercing arrow, rushed out, entered the bend in the blink of an eye, their figures flickered, and there was no trace.
He didn't even see the speed so fast, let alone the zombies.
Zhao He's reaction was a bit slow, and he regretted not keeping up with his department friends.
Finally, he did the same at the next corner and kept his lungs that were about to explode.
"Isn't he from the Department of Competitive Sports—" Li Jingyu suspected that these three people were fake sports students!
Qi Yan was also close to the limit, and could only spit out two words: "Javelin."
Li Jingyu suddenly realized, and at the same time felt sad: "What to do, now only the two of us are left..."
Qi Yan shook his head: "We won't be the only ones left."
Li Jingyu's eyes lit up, as if he saw the light of hope.
Without any warning, Qi Yan ran quickly, brushing aside Li Jingyu several meters in an instant, and entered the curve first.
Li Jing understood Qi Yan's "it won't be just the two of us", because he is the only one left! ! !
"Qi Yan, you bastard—"
"Don't you want to be a writer, just experience life—"
"My dream is serious literature, not horror novels!!!"
Qi Yan's back disappeared into the distance around the bend.
Li Jingyu didn't even see the exact point of his choice, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Under the moonlight, the wildly running flowers of the motherland turned into a branch.
Trying to adjust his breathing, Li Jingyu soon found his rhythm again.
The overall speed of the zombies dropped significantly. The most closely pursued zombies were about five or six meters away from him, and the sparse battle line behind him was very long. But no emotion can be seen on their faces, whether they are happy, angry, sad, or exhausted.
Li Jingyu didn't know if the zombies had already formed a mechanical movement in a circle. He even imagined that maybe the zombies had lost their eyes long ago, so if he jumped into the pile of corpses by surprise, the zombies might not even look at them. skip.
But he just thought about it after all.
There is only one life, no jokes are allowed.
Li Jingyu was not in good health when he was a child, and his resistance was weak. In order to keep fit, his parents forced him to start long-distance running. At first he was very resistant, but he fell in love with it after running, and he persisted for so many years.
Li Jingyu's running is not for the purpose of competition, so he has never pursued speed, he just runs at his own comfortable pace, who knows that this kind of running with almost one pace from beginning to end will basically kill all school sports in seconds Opponents, from junior high school to high school, from high school to university, are invincible.
Fifteenth lap.
Li Jingyu bypassed the last hurdle, counting silently in his heart.
He also felt tired, but this tiredness was still within a controllable range.
But, when will my friends come to take over? ! !
"Little whale, come under the rostrum—"
Song Fei pierced the sky with his voice.
Li Jingyu's feet were faster than his head, and he didn't have time to think about when Song Fei ran over there. He had already made a sharp turn, plunged into the lawn, ran and jumped across the corpses, and headed straight for the rostrum!
The zombies couldn't understand the "rostrum", but they heard the voice, and before they could tell the direction, they saw that the prey had changed their route. After a moment of stupefaction, they immediately chased after Li Jingyu.
However, the lawn full of corpses was more complicated than the runway with scattered hurdles, and the army of zombies instantly fell into a sea of corpses swamp with one step at a time, one hole at a time, one foot at a time.
When Li Jingyu was about to run to the rostrum, he realized later that he brought the zombies into the lawn. Isn't the comrade hiding in the lawn dangerous
But Song Fei, who couldn't wait, stepped forward quickly, pulled him up and ran into a hidden side door under the rostrum!
As soon as Li Jingyu entered the door with his front foot, he heard a "bang" on his back foot, and the door was tightly closed by Zhao He who had been waiting for a long time, and the lock was locked in one go.
Not long after, the door was knocked loudly.
But the thick metal door dealt with such an impact calmly, isolating all horrors and fears from the door.
Li Jingyu sat slumped on the ground, a little collapsed.
Not the body, but the spirit.
All the little friends are there, so that the little whale who is worried about his friends being stepped on is completely at ease.
But the condition of the partners is not very good. Although there is enough intermission to let them breathe smoothly and reduce their fatigue, one of them counts as one, with disheveled hair and disheveled hair. How alive is the tumbling sea of corpses
This is a sports equipment room. On weekdays, when students of various colleges and departments take public physical education classes in the stadium, the physical education teacher will take mats, blue footballs, big ropes and other supplies from here, and put them back after class.
Li Jingyu vaguely knew that there was such a place, but he had never paid attention to it. They didn't have many opportunities to use equipment in physical education class. They used it occasionally, and the class leader accompanied the teacher to pick it up. Anyway, it wasn't his turn.
"How did you come here?" Li Jingyu was curious.
Zhao He coughed very clearly.
Li Jingyu is embarrassing.
Song Fei's black line: "Don't worry, no one will take credit from you."
It turned out that after Zhao He saw the corpses of zombies on the lawn and the hurdles on the runway, he had a vague guess that the people who had fought here were probably students from the physical education institute.
However, such a sea of corpses cannot be formed in a short period of time, so these students must have stayed in this stadium for a long time.
Looking at the entire track and field, the only place where you can hide is a few limited spaces under the rostrum.
So when Zhao He passed by the rostrum several times, he deliberately observed it. However, the doors were designed to be relatively concealed, and it was only after several times of going back and forth that he could clearly see a very faint glimmer of light shining through the vacant door of the sports equipment room.
So after rushing into the lawn, he crawled forward, connected all his friends in series, and finally took advantage of Li Jingyu's running away with the army of zombies, and all the staff moved in.
After quietly listening to Zhao He's speech, Song Fei added another sentence, which was not only an affirmation of the contribution of his comrades in arms, but also a feeling of escape: "If Zhao He didn't find this place, we would have to run to our deaths."
"I have to run to my death." Li Jingyu hated his teeth itching when he thought of the "betrayal" of his comrades-in-arms.
"We were going to get up to pick you up," Song Fei explained, "How could Zhao He crawl over here."
Li Jingyu pretended to look around at the friends, without exception, everyone's faces were filled with guilt and nervousness, the guilt was because they felt that what they did was unethical, and the nervousness was because they were afraid that he would really go crazy.
These idiots.
Li Jingyu felt his eyes sore.
They only saw that he was fighting alone this time, and felt that he was doing something unreasonable, but they didn't think about how much he had enjoyed before, and how many fruits of victory they had fought for.
As early as in the library, he had never been the main force in the battle. He couldn't intervene when he went to the cafeteria, looked for the radio, or even went to the hospital to find medicine for sick comrades.
God knows how much he wants to be useful, to contribute to this group and these comrades in arms.
The process of making dreams come true is brutal, but the aftertaste is wonderful.
The heat in his eyes receded, Li Jingyu slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and suddenly asked, "Am I particularly handsome today?"
All comrades did not hesitate: "Handsome!"
Li Jingyu: "Extremely powerful?"
All comrades: "Amazing!"
Li Jingyu: "Actually, I only know how to run."
All comrades in arms: "Humility."
Li Jingyu: "In the future, I may still often lag behind. When you can't help but want to slap me, think more about me today."
All comrades: "..."
Li Jingyu: "What does silence mean!"