"It's me."

Yang Bing slightly a meal, opening a way.

"Brother Yi, let me ask you, how is the injury?"

Yang Ze outside the wall confirmed his identity and immediately asked, with a trace of worry in his tone.

"It's all right. The lever of the bullet passed through the heart."

Yang Bing's eyes could not help but look grateful. Anyway, if Wang Yi could send someone to inquire about his situation at the first time, it was not in vain.

"It's OK. You don't know. Brother Yi came back and sighed for a long time. He said that this was the first time that he aimed his gun at his brother." Yang Ze said outside.

"Let's not talk about that. It's time." Yang Bing interrupted him in a hurry. Now is not the time to talk about this.

"You go back and tell brother Yi that I have won the trust of Xing Ying, and I will control his 1000 soldiers immediately."

"What... What?"

With a slightly surprised voice, Yang Ze outside the wall opened his mouth.

"Brother Bing, your speed is too fast. It's only a few days."

"Thanks to brother Yi's shot, otherwise Xing Ying could not have trusted me so much..."

Yang Bing wanted to say something more. Two figures came over in the distance.

"Brother Yang?"

The two powers came this way as they called.

"Someone is coming. Go back and report the news to brother Yi."

Yang Bing straightened his face and immediately came out of the darkness.

"What's the matter?" Yang Bing frowned and looked at the two powers.

"Brother Yang, we see that you haven't come out for such a long time, so we think..."

One of the men explained.

"I'm finished using the toilet. Let's go." Yang Bing waved his hand and left with them.

In the yard where the corpse hunting group lived, Yang Ze rushed back.

"How about Yang Bing?"

Wang Yi and other team members had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Yang Ze coming back, they immediately welcomed him.

"Bingge is OK. The bullet is passing by his heart. And Bingge asked me to tell you that he has won the trust of Xing Ying and will control his 1000 soldiers." Yang Ze gasped for two breaths.

"It's OK." Wang Yi nodded, then thought of Yang zegang's words.

"You say that Yang Bing is about to take control of Xing Ying's 1000 soldiers?"

"Yes Yang Ze nodded.

"Well done."

Wang Yi couldn't help praising that it was a week for Yang Bing to enter Xingying barracks. It was very difficult for him to achieve so much in such a short time.

"Let's have a rest. Our next task will be more important."

Wang Yi waved his hand, and his men immediately dispersed. Wang Yi also returned to his own room.

"You heard what you said just now."

Closing the door, Wang Yi looked at the man in front of him.

He Gang, the core of Xu Liqiang.

"A thousand soldiers can play a huge role in the next plan, but..."

He Gang said, looking at Wang Yi coldly.

"What do you mean you put people in my army, too?"

"It doesn't mean much. I just think that since they have done this to Xing Ying, you can't be an exception."

Wang Yi smiles and shakes his head. He Gang is not surprised to know this.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

He Gang stares at Wang Yi and says word by word.

"Nothing, I said, I just want this gathering place... Better..."

Wang Yifu smiles with deep meaning, and then points to the outside world“ It's getting late, so I won't keep you. "

"Well, you'd better stop. Don't run out of your men at that time." He Gang snorted and turned to leave.

A month later, it was in a depression about 20 kilometers away from Daqingshan gathering place.

"Roar!"

"Hiss ~ ~"

Bursts of roar resounded through the sky, about a hundred zombies, will be a pile of survivors with long knives around.

They are a corpse hunting group in Daqingshan gathering place. When they go out to search for materials, they are surrounded by zombies.

"Boss, what shall we do?"

One of the black blooded men looked at the fierce man in front of him, and his tone was full of despair.

"Damn, there's a mistake in the information in the exchange hall. It says that there are only more than ten zombies. How can there be so many?"

Deng Wei scolded secretly, but he was very depressed.

According to the information of the exchange hall, there are only more than ten zombies in this village, but nearly 100 of them suddenly appear, and one of them is a variant zombie, crawling corpse!

"Damn it, brothers, we'll fight for it. We won't pay for killing one. We'll make one for killing two!"

Deng Wei's roaring voice spread all over the valley. In fact, he had no choice. More than ten of his thirty brothers had fallen down. If he didn't fight any more, I'm afraid all of them would have to be explained here today.

"Damn, listen to the boss, fight with these people and ghosts!"

"Woo woo... I don't want to die."

Only more than 20 of the remaining men rushed to the corpse group with a roar, and some kept crying and hiding behind.