Chapter 103

Aiming at the big pit ten meters away, Zhang Xiaoqiang fiercely threw out the torch in his hand. In one second, two seconds, three seconds ·····································································································································, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke'er can feel normal breathing.

Red and white flames are nearly ten meters above the ground, thick black smoke hovers in the sky, and some large pieces of black ash are rolling and dancing in the heat wave. Looking at the grand scene, Zhang Xiaoqiang is a little stunned. He has never set off such a big fire. I don't know the power of the fire is so big. I and Yang Ke'er almost become a charcoal sparrow.

When Yang Ke'er saw such a big fire, he opened his mouth and was in a daze. After a long time, he came back to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said a word. Zhang Xiaoqiang was mad at Yang Ke'er on the spot.

"How can that be! I'm still waiting to fight boos, husband. Aren't you afraid that I'll kill boos and make you lose face? "

After a while, Yang Ke'er thinks it's too toasty here. He's afraid it will affect his tender skin. He turns and walks to the room, muttering about what to eat at noon. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care about Yang Ke'er, so he looks at the fire. He doesn't know whether the fire can deal with D2. Who makes D2's skin too abnormal?

"Ow ~ ~ ~" a loud noise came from the pit. It was D2 who couldn't withstand the baptism of the fire and gave out a painful wail. It wasn't long before Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a vibration coming from the earth under his feet. Although the big pit in the distance was covered by fire, he could still see many sand and stones flying up into the sky. It was D2 hitting the wall.

The pit is five meters deep, so Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't have to worry about D2 running out. At least before it collapses the earth wall, the ground under his feet vibrates continuously, but it becomes less and less, until there is no collision at all.

"Ow ~ ~ ~" D2 let out a shrill scream again, and then there was no sound. The fire was burning fiercer and fiercer, and the tongue of fire swaying around in the air was more and more proud.

Zombies lose a lot of water, so they can't resist the fire. Even if the water accounts for 78% of the body, normal human beings can't resist it. What's more, zombies are no different from mummies?

The flame was burning. In addition to the dry heat flow, the air was also filled with a strong smell of scorching. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was suffocating. Instead of staying in the same place, he slowly looked down the fire pit.

When he saw the corpses on the bridge, he found that he had reached the other side of the fire. The original color could not be seen on the bridge deck. Now the whole bridge deck has only one color, black.

The black color is the superposition of countless corpses. Some of the corpses have completely turned into a pool of meat mud, which makes Zhang Xiaoqiang's stomach twitch again. But he has vomited before, but now he can't vomit. When he comes to the bridge, Zhang Xiaoqiang sees the standing, upside down and floating corpses in the pool under the bridge. The center of the deepest pool is now filled with corpses, Some of the zombies are standing on the pile in the middle of the pond.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shovel a minced meat and bone on the bridge, and he can't find his feet. He wants to walk normally unless he finds a big spade, shovel the minced meat and bones and sprinkle a thick layer of quicklime. But Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have the time and no effort. He just walked on the thick sticky meat pile when he gripped his teeth. Walking in the meat mud, Zhang Xiaoqiang hypnotizes himself in his heart. He is walking on a thick carpet.

Every step Zhang Xiaoqiang took on the bridge was extremely heavy. Every time he raised his foot, he felt that the time was so long. When he stood on the other side, he vomited out the pain he had accumulated in his heart.

The tin house, which had been lifted up by D2, is now laid on the ground by hundreds of zombies. Some cigarette magazines and tabloids are also trampled on. The alley between the two buildings can lead to the market all the time. Every few steps on the ground, you can see a pool of black mashed meat. Some zombies with broken bones lie on the ground and lose their vitality.

As soon as I came out of the alley, I saw a vegetable market covered by a plastic shed. There are clothes sellers on both sides of the alley. One sells children's clothes and children's toys. The other sells women's autumn and winter clothes. In the most prominent place of the shop, there is a woman's fur windbreaker.

Now that there are no corpses wandering around, there is silence within a kilometer range. Zhang Xiaoqiang is walking on the empty vegetable market, which is particularly quiet now. Looking at everything in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang has a feeling that there are no zombies or people. Everything here is the same as before the outbreak of the virus, except no one.

Military shoes make a "clack clack clack clack clack" sound when they step on the concrete floor. Occasionally, they bypass some scattered bones until they stop at a cement pier. On the cement pier, there is an old oilcloth. The vegetables on the oilcloth have turned yellow, and some lotus roots have turned dry. Even the garlic potatoes that are easy to store are sprouting, Zhang Xiaoqiang continues to move forward, remembering the lost time. After a few steps, the military shoes suddenly stop.Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly turned back. The sprouting garlic and potatoes were still lying on the old oilcloth. His eyes were staring at these things. There was something melting in his heart. The melting things flowed to his chest and turned into two words of hope.

Zhang Xiaoqiang went back to the concrete pier, picked up a piece of garlic and gently stroked the sprouts on the garlic. His eyes were moist and alive, and the last garlic was alive. He picked up the potato again. The water of the potato dropped badly, but the first sprout still broke the thick skin and stuck out his head. Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully observed the surrounding environment and came to a conclusion.

There are greenhouses in the vegetable farm to block the fierce sunlight, and the surrounding buildings and the former zombies block most of the wind outside. Although these crops do not have enough water, they still sprout. As long as they are transplanted into the soil and carefully cared for, they can get several times and dozens of times of return when they are harvested. What's more valuable?

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully held this wrinkled potato like a moldy old pickle in his hand, and carefully looked at the tender buds like lavender crystal on the potato in front of the light. His heart was full of joy.

"Bang ·····" there was a sound of beer bottle to the ground in the distance. A strong sense of oppression filled Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind. It was also the inexplicable and annoying sixth sense. Zhang Xiaoqiang was careful not to be careless. He knew that every time he felt it, there would always be numbness. This time, he would not be excluded. Zhang Xiaoqiang drew out his Jingwei sword and pulled out his sabre.

With a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, he carefully watched the surroundings and slowly retreated to the alley. The vegetable market was still quiet, but the silence made people panic. The sound just appeared seemed to be an illusion, but the oppressive sense of urgency became more and more intense. This strong sense of urgency was so strong that the sense of crisis in the past was totally drizzle compared with now, And this time it was a downpour.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang is cautious, he is not afraid. After several life and death crises, he has honed his state of mind to be tenacious enough. Although he does not know where the crisis comes from, he knows that he has to be more calm and calm now. Panic can not solve the problem, but will only kill himself.

He moved slowly with the sole of his forefoot, trying not to make a sound. He just retreated until he left the market. The sense of danger didn't weaken at all, but it didn't increase any more. Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed a little when he saw the lane in front of him. As long as he retreated over the small bridge, it would be easy to do. At least there was no complex terrain or so many obstacles, I can see clearly what the danger comes from