When she was forced to the end, she burst out with amazing courage and extraordinary calmness. She enjoyed killing. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't understand her enjoyment of killing? Before Ming Ming, a little sheep who was afraid of zombies suddenly changed into a lioness?

There is Susie. Although Susie lowers her head, her trembling body betrays her. Zhang Xiaoqiang understands Susie's idea. A weak person sees her companion become the envy of a strong person. But he couldn't understand why Susie would show her jealous eyes to Yuan Yi. He really didn't expect that a weak little woman would have that kind of hairy eyes.

Yang Ke'er is Zhang Xiaoqiang's least worried little woman. She is heartless, but her greatest advantage is heartless. She doesn't worry about anything. She just needs to be happy, which is even more rare in the last life. At least Zhang Xiaoqiang has never seen Yang Ke'er's heartfelt smile on the face of the survivors, Watching Yang Ke'er smile at himself is one of his few pleasures in the last days.

Of course, there is Zhang Xiaoqiang himself. He seems to have forgotten how desperate he was to survive at home and how he took risks for a few cabbages. After killing D2 by luck, he became arrogant. Although he said he would work hard, he didn't refuse Yuan Yi's service. He just enjoyed it grandly with the excuse of "look, this is the weak".

When Yuan Yi killed the D-type zombie with his bare hands, Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply hit. He suddenly found that he was nothing without weapons. Maybe he could kill one or two ordinary zombies, but he didn't have the courage to face the D-type zombie. At that moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that the weak sheep had left him far behind.

Yuan Yi's unarmed D-type zombie is reckless and dangerous. But under Yuan Yi's careful calculation, the D-type zombie couldn't walk a round. Looking at the D-type zombie flying up and down, and then being trampled to death by Yuan Yi like a cockroach, Zhang Xiaoqiang is very sad. He is jealous. He is jealous of a female slave. Especially when Yuan Yi looks at herself, he has the idea of completely destroying the woman in front of him.

In the end, Yuan Yi retreated, and Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was envious of a woman, so he helped Yuan Yi take a bath, which was also a kind of compensation to Yuan Yi. He even gave her a pistol. In addition to accepting her, he wanted to force himself not to face those unknown risks with weapons.

"Yes..."

Yuan Yi is not used to speaking on his own initiative. After he opens his mouth, he doesn't know whether to go on.

"What?" Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't hear clearly.

"Do you have any cigarettes? Yes, yes, can you give it to... After a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang handed her a bag of giant pandas.

"Keep it!" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the front of the goods said.

Yuan Yi hung a cigarette in her mouth and took off the cigarette lighter to light it. She took a puff and coughed, but she didn't put down the cigarette in her hand. Then she took another puff. She slowly puffed out the smoke ring, as if recalling something.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood still did not recover. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he was. He turned his head and looked at Yuan Yi and said, "how many hands have you learned?"

Yuan Yi nodded: "I've learned some Sanshou in foreign countries before. I learned it from an old man in Chinatown. He didn't tell me his name. People there call him old man Liu."

Yuan Yi was not used to it when she came to England. She always liked to go to Chinatown. Seeing the familiar skin color and listening to the familiar language, the hurt of the wanderer was a little weak. Gradually, she got to know many friends and liked to communicate with new friends when she had nothing to do. Until she saw an old man with white eyebrows and hair carrying a lot of things to open the door, Yuan Yi came forward to help.

In the contact, the old man knew that Yuan Yi was from Shanghai and immediately became excited. The old man, surnamed Liu, is also from Shanghai. He came to England with his family in a special period. He always wanted to go back to Shanghai to have a look. Unfortunately, he had lost contact with his relatives in Shanghai. He was single and inconvenient to travel. He could only recall his hometown in his childhood.

Yuan Yi and old man Liu are familiar with each other. Yuan Yi is also very poor for this lonely old man. If he has nothing to do, he will go there to accompany him. One day old man Liu is practicing Sanshou at home. When he sees Yuan Yi coming over, he asks her if she is willing to learn. Yuan Yi sees the hope in old man Liu's eyes, but he doesn't refuse.

In fact, old man Liu doesn't know much about it. It's all handed down from his family, that is, some joint skills and wrestling techniques. However, his hands are all dangerous, which may cause injury. After teaching Yuan Yi, old man Liu repeatedly warned him not to do it at will.

When Yuan Yi returned home, he didn't practice any more, and he didn't have a hand with others. Naturally, he was not proficient. After the end of the world, he was afraid every day, and he didn't expect that what he had learned would be useful. Until this time, the D-type zombie forced him to the absolute place, and the hammer in his hand was useless. As soon as he was ruthless, he naturally used the back he had learned before.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is silent. He thinks about how to let Yuan Yi teach him those Sanshou. He finds that cold weapons are more useful than guns in the last days. The sound of guns will attract all the zombies nearby, and the recoil of guns makes it difficult to aim. It's strange that ordinary people who touch guns every day and have never seen guns can fight accurately.Cold weapons are different. Without sound, they won't lead to zombies in the distance. They don't need bullets, and they won't be afraid of no ammunition. The most important thing is that it takes courage to use cold weapons. As long as you have the courage to deal with zombies, you won't be afraid, you won't panic, and you won't make some ridiculous mistakes that can kill you. Zhang Xiaoqiang has never been exposed to firearms before. He has been fighting with cold weapons since he first fought for a few cabbages. Looking back, he suddenly finds that the prisoners who use cold weapons are much stronger than those who use hot weapons.

Cold weapons will break and damage. At this time, your own skills are reflected. Hand to hand combat is different from fighting with cold weapons. What you need is not your ability to master weapons, but your judgment and calm. Because you are a weapon, you can't rush to your opponent to attack, or you will lose both if you are not careful.

Only when you are calm enough to find out the real situation of your opponent, can you find out the flaws and strike a fatal blow. This is the same with the static brake in Chinese Kungfu. Therefore, there is a saying that static is like a virgin and moving is like a rabbit. But empty handed skills can not be practiced if you want to practice. It needs the accumulation of experience, at least not like the practice of stabbing and killing, A hundred thousand stabs out of thin air can kill a zombie like a chicken.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's male chauvinism makes it hard for him to speak at this time. A man can't plead in front of a woman in a low voice. Even if he orders, he can't do it. Alas! It's hard to ask for help!

Zhang Xiaoqiang looks out of the car window. It's not far from the village where he rescued Xiaosan. He remembers that when he saw thousands of zombies gathered together for the first time that day, he still has some lingering palpitations. He suddenly moves in his heart. Isn't there no place to put the preserved meat in his car? Isn't there a yard behind the car repair opposite the oil depot last time?

"Creak" two cars stop at the door of the car repair shop. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumps out of the car and goes to the repair shop. Last time he was in a hurry to save people, he didn't look at it carefully. He pulled the tire and ran away. The yard is just a glimpse of Zhang Xiaoqiang's corpse, even He Wenbin didn't know