Chapter 44

"Ah, ah! You are such a big man, and you don't know how to take care of yourself. Look, the wound just wrapped is cracking again. "

Yang Ke'er complains that Zhang Xiaoqiang has pulled her love dumplings into a mess, and at the same time, he bandages Zhang Xiaoqiang again.

Behind Yang Ke'er, there are dozens of zombies like a slaughterhouse. None of them is intact, either without a head or legs.

The sun is about to set, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on this doomsday battlefield, adding a bit more desolate.

The setting sun sets off a halo on Yang Ke'er's body. The little girl looks golden and has the feeling of a little goddess.

Just after strenuous exercise, the little girl's sweat is not gone. A few beads of sweat are seeping on her petite and lovely nose, shining in the setting sun. The bangs on her forehead are glued to her forehead by sweat, which makes her more charming.

Clear and bright big eyes focused on looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand, give him the medicine again.

From time to time, a warm breath came out from the corner of the mouth and nose and sprayed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand no longer felt pain, only the breath of a little girl sprayed on her hand.

Looking at Yang Ke'er carefully bandaging his wound, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind can't help flashing to the scene of Yang Ke'er's battle.

Yang Ke'er is very talented. To be exact, she has a keen fighting intuition. Instead of rushing into the corpses and killing them in all directions, she wanders around the corpses. With the inflexibility of zombie movement, she knocks one piece in the East and hits the other in the West. The corpses are like a big potato that Yang Ke'er slowly cuts away.

"Her horn gun should be called a horn stick!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang is not worth using the horn gun by Yang Ke'er. Yang Ke'er uses the horn gun not by stabbing, but by smashing it with the head of the gun. The zombies who have been smashed lack arms and legs, which are light, and the hapless ones who have been smashed off their heads, which are not rare.

Yang Ke'er's horn gun was casually inserted upside down on the ground by her. It was about 1.7 meters from the head to the end of the gun. Yang Ke'er was very handy with it. The gun body made of screw thread steel is tightly connected with the horn. The horn of the horn gun is illuminated by the setting sun, which is not the dazzling light, but a subtle and inner halo, low-key and gorgeous.

The shining horn is not stained with dust and water. Dust stains can't be attached to it. After killing the zombie, the blood and brain accidentally stained with it will quickly drip along the spiral lines as the gun head turns down, until the horn is clean again.

"What a pity for this gun!" Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the horn gun that Yang Ke'er left out and shakes his head.

"Uncle, did you listen to me?"

Yang Ke'er's eyes were round, and there was a little fire in them. The two sides of his face were bulging, and his mouth with rosy lips was puffing. The whole girl is very angry now and looks super cute.

"Cough!" Zhang Xiaoqiang really didn't listen to Yang Ke'er's murmur. He covered it up by coughing. As soon as his brain turned, he thought of the topic of diverting the little girl's attention.

"Well, that, oh! I was thinking! Are we forgetting something“ Zhang Xiaoqiang thought seriously.

”？？？？？“ Yang Ke'er is not very clear, but also thinking about what he forgot.

”It's like we're here for that guy“ Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the small factory from the corner of his eye and motioned to Yang Ke'er.

Yang Ke'er looked up to the other side, the man was still dancing on the roof, just from the previous bloody violence to the present powerless. In the afterglow of the setting sun, a lonely and bleak figure dancing red banners, looks very artistic, a desolate artistic conception.

"Cut! We've been fighting monsters for a long time! He doesn't dare to come down. He's the kind of guy who is frustrated. I don't care about him! "

Yang Ke'er obviously doesn't like the guy on the roof!

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that it was getting late and said to Yang Ke'er, "let's spend the night over there today."

As the tricycle approached, the small factory came near. A red painted wooden plate with white background was hung on the right side of the gate of XX food processing factory in XX town. Some of the wooden plates had fallen off and looked very old.

When you enter the small factory, you can see all kinds of garbage on the ground, including moldy flour bags, ragged cloth strips, and all kinds of food packaging bags with human bones scattered.

An eight meter high warehouse with a large iron door was bumped into and hollowed out. It was painted in white with the words "the warehouse is very important. No fireworks."

The walls of the warehouse are very strong. They are the products of the 1960s and 1970s. Five meters above the ground, there are a row of old-fashioned wooden windows and a row of simple stairs sealed with U-shaped steel bars into the concrete wall, leading to the roof. The man was looking down from the roof, as if searching for the rest of the zombies."Come down! "It's safe," Zhang Xiaoqiang said to him, but Yang Ke'er ignored the man.

The man made sure that there was no danger below and then went down the simple steel stairs step by step.

"Oh! Thank you very much, brother! You don't know. I've been stuck in the warehouse for four months! But for you, I don't know how to live

The man is very excited, looks like he would like to kneel down to thank Zhang Xiaoqiang!

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the man carefully. He was young, about twenty-three or forty years old. His clothes were dirty and gray. His face was clean, but there was no blood color on it. His hair was a little long and covered his ears. It was very similar to the popular male hairstyle of the eighties. His Chinese character face had thick eyebrows and big eyes. The first impression was pretty good.

"What's your name? How do you live to this day? " Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the small living room of the small factory, where he specially received guests, looking around and asking questions.

"Ha ha! My name is Xie Yuanshan. I was the business manager of this factory. At that time, I was in the finished product warehouse to urge the goods. " Xie Yuanshan began to talk about it.

The food factory usually produces and processes some small biscuits. There are more than 50 people in the factory, all of whom are villagers nearby. The director of the factory is his uncle. He started his business in the factory after he graduated from the third class university. The new year's Day is approaching, and the business is very hot. There is a rush for goods everywhere. He stays in the finished product warehouse and inventory together with the warehouse keeper, trying to find more sources of goods. Until the outbreak of the virus, people in the factory start to go crazy and bite people everywhere.

Xie Yuanshan has a bold mind. He pulls the warehouse keeper to lock the door of the warehouse and doesn't go out. Half an hour later, the warehouse keeper doesn't work right. Xie Yuanshan is far away from him. Until the warehouse keeper also mutates, Xie Yuanshan will become a zombie. After killing the warehouse keeper, he stays in the warehouse for several months. Every day, he climbs to the top of the building through the window to see if anyone passes by.

"Xie Yuanshan! How do you solve it by drinking water? " Zhang Xiaoqiang asked the question in his heart.

"Brother, you are too polite. Just call me Xiaoshan! It's like this

The finished product warehouse should be kept clean and tidy at all times. A water platform is specially built behind the gate. It is usually used to mop the floor and wash hands of people in and out of the room to avoid soiling the goods. The water pipe is the underground water drawn by the factory, and most of the surrounding farmers draw the underground water as domestic water.

"Elder brother, you saved my life. If you have any orders in the future, just say that I will do my best."

Xie Yuanshan promised, but his eyes couldn't help aiming at Yang Ke'er. "Cough" Zhang Xiaoqiang pretended to cough, reminding him not to aim at his eyes casually.

"I saw this little girl on the top of the building. She's so powerful!" Xie Yuanshan looks embarrassed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not speak, just nodded.

"Is she your sister?" Xie Yuanshan asked carefully.

"No! I'm his wife Yang Ke'er is bored. Hearing Xie Yuanshan's inquiry, he immediately stands up and declares sovereignty.

"Oh! Big brother is so powerful, ha ha! " Xie Yuanshan smiles and looks very sincere, but Zhang Xiaoqiang always feels that something is wrong.

The big iron door of the small factory is locked. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his family are burning a campfire in the open space of the factory. They don't want to sleep in bed. Unfortunately, the smell in the dormitory is not right and they can't bear it.

So I had to sleep outside. Fortunately, the temperature at night is not low, so I think it's summer.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke'er are discussing how to stay in the middle of the night alone. If you have an outsider who doesn't know what's going on, you should be as careful as possible.

"Put that thing down, or I'll kill him."

Zhang Xiaoqiang sleep confused suddenly wake up, did not wait for him to open his eyes on the stomach was severely kicked.

The foot is kicking in his stomach, "wow" Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled up and vomited out