Chapter 9

"Haha, this Russian fat pig weighs at least 240 pounds, one for others and two for the zombies!"

Two prisoners came out of the opposite team, watching Qin Lun carefully and moving Chekov's body. One man dragged one foot and threw him around the corner of the corridor and base hall, where a large number of zombies gathered around the bodies of three Union soldiers.

After Chekov was added, the four corpses blocked the passage about seven meters away, blocking the corpses. Seeing hundreds of zombies at the entrance of the corridor, the prisoners did not delay any more, and they were divided into two teams to push forward the iron gate at the exit of the base.

In addition to the calf injury, Qin Lun, who was unable to exert himself, even Lin Feng and Xiao Lian joined the team of pushing the door at this time, striving for their own survival.

"Ho!" The pulley of the iron gate made a sharp metal friction sound, and the heavy iron gate was pushed slowly to both sides.

"Push away, push away!" The prisoners cried out excitedly, full of the joy of escaping from death.

"Here Here Where is it? " Just after seeing the scene outside the iron gate in public, the just smiles froze on their faces, and their eyes showed irresistible shock!

The outside of the iron gate of the base is not the vigorous primeval forest in Daxinganling. The desert is everywhere. The grotesque rock cliffs are like monsters, lying between the uninhabited world, just like the desert in the west of the United States of America in the old century.

In the new century, with the development of science and technology, in addition to a few primitive forests and polar ice fields, the deserts and wastelands of the old era have been transformed to accommodate more and more people. Similar to the desolate Gobi wasteland in front of us, people can only see it from ancient photography.

However, this is not the most amazing place. The strangest thing is that there is a fault in the whole continent several kilometers away from them. In front of the continental fault is a vast cosmic starry sky. In the quiet and deep starry sky, dotted with many bright and dead stars.

However, when you look closely, it seems that these stars are not giant stars, but suspended continents of different sizes, each covered with a spherical orange light cover.

The distant suspended land is like a firefly, and the nearest suspended land is as big as a millstone. The mountains, rivers and rivers on it are clear.

However, the exit of their base is located in the middle of the sky, at least 30 meters away from the ground. It is obvious that the underground building of the base in zone 91 has risen to the ground of Gobi, and the exit of the corridor, which was originally flush with the ground, is half empty.

No wonder those who die become zombies! No wonder the particle gun in the hands of federal soldiers will fail! No wonder all the modern instruments in the base can't be used! It turns out that this is not the earth at all. It seems that even the laws of science are different from the earth!

The prisoners soon realized that the Gobi desert, where the federal base of zone 91 is located, is also estimated to be a suspended continent. A few of them have already thought of the sphere space-time field above the base in zone 91. Their current situation must be related to the space-time transmission, that is, they don't know where the whole base has been transmitted.

"This is not the earth. Where are we?" A prisoner who had come back to God lost his voice and exclaimed.

"Those four corpses are about to be eaten clean by the corpses, and the exit of the safe passage is blocked. What should we do?"

"Climb down! Climb down to make a living! "

The prisoners soon realized that they could not stand here and wait for their death. Several impatient prisoners immediately grabbed the outer wall of the exit of the base and climbed down.

Fortunately, the underground buildings of the base seem to be piled on the Gobi together with the surrounding rock and soil, forming a small hill with steep slope, but there are also places for climbing and landing.

Lin Feng grabs the iron bracket to explore on the steep "hillside", while Xiaolian holds Qin Lun, whose legs are injured, closely behind him. With the underground buildings in zone 91 as the core, the "small hill" attached with rock and soil is not naturally formed, and many places are very soft.

The height of more than 30 meters is not high, but once you step on the empty foot and fall off the steep slope, it will be a total death. They don't want to die in the desert just after escaping from the corpses.

Without the threat of corpses, the temporary group of prisoners has been completely disbanded. All the survivors, including Qin Lun, are now 12.

These twelve people, with Qin Lun as the "interpreter", "Hansen as the disciple", "hill as the shepherd", "Rand as the fireworks" and grant as the core, each formed a small group of only two or three people.

This is not that the prisoners are unwilling to unite in this strange world, but that it is really difficult to achieve mutual trust between them. The five killers have more or less psychological problems. It's hard to speculate. They are not normal people at all. Even the other prisoners who are forced to cling to them do not want to be close to them.

For 20 minutes, Qin Lun finally got to the ground with the help of Xiaolian. Stepping on the gravel of Gobi desert, a warm wave rises from the sole of shoes. Looking around, there are Auburn rock cliffs everywhere. Except for the wind whistling from time to time, the whole Gobi looks dead and silent without any sign of life.Although there is no sun on the head, the orange shade that covers the suspended continent emits strong light and heat, which makes people drowsy. Qin and Lun found a huge rock under the base and sat back against the Lee for a rest.

"Can we go back?" Xiaolian is holding her knees, hanging her head, shaking her shoulders and sobbing.

Lin Feng was speechless and looked up in a daze. He confirmed the sad news from several prisoners that his father had passed away. The prisoners met a zombie in a general's uniform in the base's control hall, and the base's general was only his father.

Qin Lun closed his eyes and breathed the warm and dry fresh air greedily. For him, as long as he can get freedom, the earth is no different from this strange world, and the only concern in his heart is his separated sister from childhood.

He hasn't heard from his sister for more than ten years since that happened. Maybe it's the best choice to keep my sister away from myself and take on the happiness of two people alone. As for the self who carries tens of lives, no matter what the truth of that matter is, he has already embarked on the fatalistic road of the murderer, and will never turn back.

In reverie, Qin Lun's heart suddenly moved. He spread out his right hand and stared at the black oval pattern in the palm. Since killing Chekov and getting the cool breath, the egg pattern has been popping regularly. That cool breath seems to take the egg pattern as the source, like blood, circulating and flowing in the whole body again and again.

Each cycle will weaken the breath by one point, which is now invisible. However, every time the breath weakens, his fatigue and pain will also disappear a little. It seems that there is a new strength in his body, even the leg injury seems to be rapidly improving. It seems that this cool breath is very good for him, and it is slowly strengthening his physique.

Qin Lun put out his left thumb curiously and rubbed it on the oval pattern to feel the regular pulse. As like as two peas in the air, he was staring at his eyes. He was in a throb of heart. A simple black tablet computer appeared in his consciousness. Even the style was exactly the same as the "death list" that he stored his own data.

With the reappearance of the "death list", the egg pattern in Qin Lun's right hand palm also changed into a small skull. And in the hollow eyes of the skull, there were two faint scarlet fires.

"Look, what's over there?" Just as Qin Lun wanted to explore the "death list" with consciousness, there was a distant prisoner's cry in his ear.

As soon as Qin Lun's attention was distracted, the "death list" in his deep consciousness quietly disappeared. Shaking his head, he stood up and looked into the distance.

In the depth of the Gobi, which is more than ten kilometers away from the base building, a black line suddenly appears. In just a few minutes, the black line becomes a dust dragon composed of sand, rolling from far to near.

"It's a native of the world!" Hansen's face changed and he shouted at all the prisoners.

As a mercenary, he has identified that this is not a natural phenomenon, but a result of a large number of fast-moving objects. For example: galloping horses, ranks of mechanical vehicles, etc.

The prisoners, who had been scattered around, ran quickly to the center. At this time, whether they want to or not, they must unite and face the unknown fate.

When the prisoners gathered again, the dust dragon on the opposite side seemed to find their existence, turning an arc in the Gobi and running straight to them.

"This is Locomotive? " When the rolling dust dragon came near, the prisoners were shocked to find that it was a convoy of dozens of various locomotives, which made a sudden uproar.

There are all kinds of these locomotives. There is no uniform style. Some are similar to the earth's old century two wheeled motorcycles, but also have advanced technology single wheel roller cars. There are also some crawler locomotives, even in the last part of the team, people also saw the spider like giant multi wheel van.

Since there are locomotives, they are intelligent life? The prisoners gathered again, and their vigilance had risen to the highest point.

"Ho!" A four-wheel locomotive came out of the motorcade, stopped in front of the prisoners, jumped out of the motorcade and walked towards them in a big way.

His whole body was hidden in his hood, and a pair of thick Motorcycle Sunglasses almost covered most of his face. Behind him was a huge gun with a trumpet mouth. Two bullet belts were hung on their shoulders. They swung their arms and shook them step by step. The whole body was full of the spirit of desperation.

But, but Why Its chin just can reach people's calves and knees!

Looking at the domineering side leakage of the pocket flying party, all prisoners have a sense of comedy!