Chapter 15

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the downstairs stupidly, "are all the zombies in the street running here?", The small space downstairs is densely packed with zombies. The stairway from the bottom to the platform is a bit slanted. The stairway and the main body of the building form an angle. Hundreds of zombies are crowded in the angle. Several zombies on the edge of the corpse smell Zhang Xiaoqiang and come to him.

He has just experienced a fierce fight, and his physical strength has been greatly reduced. If he wants to kill hundreds of zombies, he may be exhausted to death. When he comes back home, he will work hard to find a way,

Out of the window, the street downstairs was empty. There were only a few zombies with broken legs crawling on the ground. The S-shaped zombie, who liked to eat mice and might continue to evolve, was one of them, Only one arm and thigh was gnawed by the mutant dog, leaving only the thigh bone. On that day, it was the fiercest, the fastest, and naturally the worst.

"By what means."

"With fire? There's no gasoline, not much cooking oil

"With a sniper crossbow? There are only six crossbows and arrows, and there are 40 steel balls left. At most one fourth of them will be killed. What if there are three quarters left? "

"Don't worry about the zombies, just use the rope to go downstairs from the window? But how can the guardrail come down? There are no tools. "

"Rush out with thick clothes all over you?" Zhang Xiaoqiang shivered and shook his head“ That's death

After much thought, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of the zombie again.

"Zombies can't see, hear and smell. They walk slowly. Well, S-type zombies are not among them. Who says it's slow? I'm in a hurry." Zhang Xiaoqiang began to think wildly.

"No vision, no hearing, no smell." Zhang Xiaoqiang began to sum up. Zombies are sensitive to blood up to 1000 meters, at least at the same time, all the zombies in the range of 1000 meters downstairs came to him.

"Super olfactory" Zhang Xiaoqiang kept saying that being able to smell the smell of kilometers means that the olfactory organs are developed, which means that they are precise, and precision means that they are vulnerable to damage.

The more sensitive the sense of smell is, the more important it is to the zombie. In the process of zombie variation, the development of various sensory organs of the zombie is extremely uneven and depends too much on the sense of smell. The greater the influence on the Zombie's sense of smell, the greater the influence on the Zombie's body. Sense of smell is the radar and locator of zombies. If sense of smell fails, zombies will become headless flies!

If we can't make napalm bombs, we should have no problem making a few fake gas bombs. Think of doing, Zhang Xiaoqiang to the kitchen.

Not long after, several Shanzhai gas bombs were placed in front of us, with semi wet dry pepper as the main body, some star anise and cinnamon prickly ash added, wrapped in bed sheets and covered with peanut oil（ At that time, I almost added the bean paste. Fortunately, I woke up in time.) In addition, some pepper noodles were prepared separately and wrapped in newspaper.

When he was ready, he went out of the door. Seven or eight zombies surrounded the body of the mutant cat. He probably followed Zhang Xiaoqiang to the platform. He ignored them. Anyway, there were still many bodies left, enough for them to eat for a while!

When Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the stairway, the zombies downstairs were still crowded together. At the edge of the stairs, some zombies swayed slowly towards him. He threw the pepper covered newspapers at the corpses. The newspapers scattered over the corpses, and the pepper spread out. In the air, it turned into a dark gray fog and slowly covered the corpses. Soon, the corpses began to mess up, Zhang Xiaoqiang ignited the self-made gas bag and threw it to the corpse group. In a short time, a stream of smoke rose from the corpse group. The smell of choking tears even smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang standing on the platform, let alone the zombie downstairs.

The corpses scurry around like Hornets who have been stabbed. The zombies push each other and yell. Some of them are fumigated. They rush to grab and bite the same kind around them. Some of the zombies are knocked down on the ground, and then hundreds of big feet are trampled on the body and drowned in the corpses. Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the wonderful scene on the platform and feels refreshed.

There was no sign of the corpses running downstairs. Only a dozen hapless zombies with broken bones were paralyzed on the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked at the zombies munching around the mutated cat carcass, tightening the iron gun in his hand.

Standing in the snack bar, the ground is full of all kinds of packaging bags. Zhang Xiaoqiang is picking up a cookie and eating it. From time to time, he drinks a mouthful of mineral water. In the morning, he always feels that he is not full after eating all the food at home. After that, he killed dozens of zombies. He is physically exhausted and feels even more hungry. Now he wants to eat it back in the snack bar.

The biscuits on the shelf were rapidly consumed. After the last biscuit was dropped by him, he scanned the empty food shelf with greedy eyes.

"It's only eight percent full," he said. Unfortunately, the store was not big. After several raids, most of the shelves were empty. There were only dozens of bags of instant noodles, some rice noodles, and a lot of seasonings left. He packed them into his backpack with the idea that he would rather miss them than let them go. Thinking that there was not much smoke at home, he took a red box "Yellow Crane Tower" to talk about, (unit price 50 yuan, I couldn't afford it before, but I can't let it go now of course.) a soft China road to go home!What shovel is Zhang Xiaoqiang ready to leave the city tomorrow, and now he will get everything ready, and go home and find out what he has done before he finds food. Unfortunately, he has only a few boxes of steel balls in his bedroom. He has found a multifunctional folding military spade, and the shovel can cut and cut the energy clamp, and he can hide it under the bed, and finally it is cheap Zhang Xiaoqiang. Finally, he put a large open page map of the province in his desk.

Pack all the instant noodles, then pack a bag of ten jin Thai fragrant rice, two handfuls of noodles and some pickles. A few bottles of mineral water, a look at the backpack was loaded more than half, but also can hold a lot of things. He filled several bottles of water, looked at the beef sauce old Ganma, thought about the weight of the glass bottle, found an empty mineral water bottle, mixed all kinds of sauces and poured them in., It's almost enough to pack a few cigarettes into a backpack.

Then he found a large old military kettle, which his father used in hunting. Wash clean and fill it with water. There is not too much water. God knows if there is any virus in the water outside.

He also found an old military satchel, which can be used to hold the old Lvtie lunch box at home. The lunch box can be used for cooking. A small enamel cup is naturally left by his father. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help sighing.

"Although the things left by the old man are old, they are all treasures."

Finally, after checking, he thought again, and put the bottle of "rice flower fragrance" Baijiu in plastic bottle, and put it in the satchel with two packets of salt and a pack of tea.

When the living materials are ready, it's time to check the weapons. Iron guns, sabres, and dozens of sniper crossbows let Zhang Xiaoqiang find some tricks, Polish off the protective paint on the arrow path. This will reduce wear and increase the smoothness of the arrow. Shovel the oil shovel on the backpack and put it on the backpack, and then "OK". What I want to do is to plug the old used hammer and the military spade together, and heaven knows when to use it.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang finished his preparation, it began to get dark. Zhang Xiaoqiang moved some mahogany chairs to the opposite house and split them in the living room. The wind came in from the open window, driving the flame in the living room to dance, lighting the room from time to time. The bright and dark light drove his thoughts and recalled all the joys and sorrows in the house. The last night before Zhang Xiaoqiang left was at this time