Chapter 926

On the other side of the river, countless corpses send out the smell of corpses, which makes people feel nauseous. However, these days, Zhang Xiaoqiang has not been smoked as he used to. Of course, the smell of corpses does not mean that Zhang Xiaoqiang is used to it. Once he is smoked by the smell of corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang steps back, Turn around and lie on the wall, spit a few mouthfuls of water towards the gathering place.

After vomiting, Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the tears in his eyes and said in secret: "fortunately, I didn't have breakfast, otherwise I ate for nothing..."

Under the corpse mountain is the corpse river. The whole river is covered with corpses. Countless corpses extend from the foot of the corpse mountain to the wall, and there are many corpses on the wall. After the first layer is completely lost, the corpses on the wall can be seen, Layers of zombies have raised the four meter high wall by more than six meters. Some zombies have begun to rot, and the stench of the rotten corpses goes straight to the wall. On these corpses, countless ragged men take tools to get the corpses off the wall.

The people below are cleaning up the wall. Zhang Xiaoqiang stands on the wall and looks at them. Although his identity is different, Zhang Xiaoqiang, like them, surrounds his mouth and nose with cloth strips. Obviously, everyone is afraid of corpse odor.

Not only corpses on the fence, but also countless corpses who had been trampled on bones were killed for a moment. In vain struggles, these zombies were covered by layers of corpses, until they showed up, showing tusks to people around them, and when they were intimidating, they exclaimed, and then all kinds of shovel hoes fell to their spiritual cover.

Imperceptibly, when a half dead corpse is exposed, it is unnecessary to say that the surrounding crowds are coming forward. All kinds of shovel iron rods and hoes will be knocked on the top of the zombie. Before they know it, the survivors below are not afraid of the remains as they were before. Sometimes they lose their bodies, be put down, and get hurt. The crowd around also did not run away, carrying a guy shouting will be the zombie random stick to death.

Seeing these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded to himself. The people below can be used. If they find a safe place to settle down and take care of them for a while, thousands of elite who can kill the enemy with cold weapons will come out.

Cleaning zombies is a kind of dangerous and disgusting work. At first, no one is willing to speak. They work hard. Later, more and more people can't stand this kind of oppression, and one of them talks on his own.

"When can all these zombies be cleaned up? There are many on the wall, more in the middle of the river, and the hills on the other side of the river. It's better to have tens of thousands of zombies. I don't know how they were beaten in the dark last night... "

The man was twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was as hungry and yellow as anyone else. Under his ragged sleeves, he held a wooden rake in his thin arms, Rake the zombies out of the wall.

"You can count tens of thousands. I don't know how you came out. There are tens of thousands of corpses under our feet, tens of thousands of corpses by the river more than ten meters wide, and hundreds of thousands of corpses in the corpse mountain over there. Don't tell me that you dropped out of school in the second grade of primary school..."

People around him make fun of him and satirize him. He is not in a hurry, I was frightened by what others said

"Darling, there are hundreds of thousands of them. If they were put in the past, there would have been a river of blood here. Fortunately, those things are no longer human..."

The people clearing the zombies below became more active, and they all spoke in a muffled voice on the wall, listening to the people below exchanging their views, Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to people's gossip and looked at the zombies on the river. They were a little worried. The zombies decayed very fast. Before long, the zombies would become a pile of white bones. However, the river had been filled with white bones. If the zombies came back before the bridge was repaired, they could not expect the river to become a block for the zombies again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt powerless about the river, where he couldn't even see the water and flowers for several kilometers. The river was outside the wall, so he didn't dare to tear down the wall even if he was killed. He asked the excavator and other construction vehicles to clean the river outside the wall.

If he can't think about it, he doesn't need to think about it any more. Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the corpse mountain in front of him and tries to find a way to flatten it. At least he has to clear the shooting boundary. Corpse mountain has really become a small mountain range. From the peak to the foot of the mountain, zombies pile up. Countless claws and legs are like vegetation at the top of the mountain, Occasionally, white bones can be seen, and rotten dark green solution flows between them.

The peak of the corpse peak is slightly flat. Countless zombies fall on it in different postures, such as the old tree with Qiu Xu. There are countless zombies wriggling in the middle. These zombies have broken their legs and are not dead for a while. They are struggling for the last time. These unfortunate people abandoned by Z-shaped zombies are no longer a threat. They don't want to waste a bullet here, Let them struggle among the corpses.

From the corpse peak down, the corpse mountain gradually widens. At the foot of the mountain, layers of zombies pile up three or five meters above the ground. Among them, half dead zombies can be seen everywhere. A twisting half dead zombie is like a black maggot.

Nearly 15 meters of corpse mountain is a barrier in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind. It's not a good thing that too many zombies die. Countless corpses not only have an impact on the sea of zombies, but also on the gathering place. At least, their shooting range is unknown. They can only shoot at zombies nearby. Once they are forced close by the tide of corpses, they are likely to be attacked by zombies, The most dangerous.Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed softly. It was a headache for him. If it wasn't for the lack of gasoline in the gathering place, he would have set the whole corpse mountain on fire.

Just as it happens, not only Zhang Xiaoqiang is worried, but also the survivors who clean up the zombies.

"You say it's easy to clear the corpses on the wall, just throw them down, but what about the zombies below? If we go down to clean up, when will we clean up? "

A man suddenly said this, and other people stopped talking. The bad environment on the wall made them want to die. It was their limit to clean up the wall and get ten jin of rice. If they were allowed to go down to clean up the zombies and give them more rice, they would only feel that life is not like death.

"What do you care so much about? We just need to do well in front of us. Don't worry about what we shouldn't worry about. That's what we should think. We should pay attention to our identity."

A man said this, pulled a corpse at his feet to the wall, kicked it down, and his face was as gloomy as ink. He was not a fool. Naturally, he knew that if the zombie came again, the wall might not be able to stop it anyway, the wall would not be able to stop it, and they would not be able to live. He was so upset that he simply complained about the guy who told the story.

Before the zombies come back, there will be a gap between the gathering place and the zombies in the Second World War. There is a time gap between them. No matter how many zombies there are, it's impossible to fill the whole area, Can always avoid the Zombie's front, no matter how well, a small life can at least keep.

Some people are planning to escape from the gathering place in their hearts, while others are working silently. They are unwilling to think more. They just want to earn enough rice to satisfy themselves. Anyway, even if they die at that time, they will be able to become ghosts of death.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew he couldn't think of a way to stay any longer. He was really sleepy. He turned around and wanted to go back to the camp and have a good sleep. When the rest of the time came, a word came from under the wall behind him and asked him to stop.

"We have a small river there, which is smaller than this river. It's almost filled with all kinds of stones. The largest one is the size of a car, and the smallest one is the size of a fist. One summer, a mountain torrent broke out, and the stones would be rolled down by the flood. If there was a mountain torrent here, maybe the bodies would not have to be cleaned up, I will be swept away by the flood. "

The person who said this did not know how much impression he made on Zhang Xiaoqiang by his casual words. The crowd below was still talking

"I think it's beautiful. It hasn't rained for more than half a year. Even if it rains, how can I change it? There is a dense water network here. Even if there was such a heavy rain the year before last, it was impossible to form mountain torrents here. Mountain torrents and mountain torrents can only be found in the ditches near the mountains. Where are the mountains here... "

Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored those people and turned to the camp. He was a little anxious when he was walking and took a little jog. Zhang Xiaoqiang was reminded, Think of a way to clear the river... 1