"No need, those zombies have come to the door."

When he heard this, Nian Changgeng turned his head and looked at it. He didn't know when Feng Delin actually stood behind him.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What do you mean?"

Feng Delin said: "It seems that things are much more complicated than we imagined. According to the report of our scouts guarding the border, a large number of zombies are on the way to Wudu. I am afraid that it will not take long to come to our sphere of influence. If this happens, we must seize the time to find a way to deal with it, otherwise it will inevitably lead to a disaster!"

Nian Changgeng felt that the whole thing was becoming more and more strange. These sudden zombies must have a certain connection with the zombies that Yang Zhilin was killed. However, he still can't figure out what exactly caused these zombies to gather? Could it be that there is still some mysterious force that attracts these zombies?

However, the problems he has to face now are not these, but these zombies that have gathered inexplicably. If they don’t solve these terrifying things, the Nantianmen that he has been operating for many years will probably be swallowed up by these zombies into the black throat.

"How many zombies are coming here?" asked the elderly Changgeng.

"This has not been thoroughly investigated, but the scope is too large. A large number of zombies are attacking in all directions in the southeast, west and north. A rough estimate is that there should be a population of 100,000!" Feng Delin said.

Hundred thousand? Nian Changgen sat on a stool at this time, staring at his fist. Of course, he knew that this was not a small number, but this was not what he was most afraid of. What he was most worried about was that the zombies were too dispersed. Moreover, even if this number was scattered, there were many zombies. In addition, it was roughly estimated that it was about 100,000, and in fact, it might be more.

In the past, when facing the enemy, they usually came from one direction, either Kong Fansheng from the north or Liu Yusheng from the south, and never came from one direction at a time. This means that he had to disperse his troops to defend each key point. The main problem of these zombies was that they did not know fear. If they were not completely dead, they would not know how to escape.

If these zombies were called from one direction, the young Chang Geng would have enough confidence to send all of these zombies to hell, but in this way, he would have to disperse his troops, which would result in a shortage of defenders at the headquarters.

However, he thought for a while and felt that even if all the troops were mobilized, it didn't matter, because the enemy did not have the ability to airborne. Of course, the enemy here did not refer to zombies, but humans staring at them. The forces around must know that there were a large number of zombies coming here.

Moreover, you can only think of yourself as unlucky in this kind of thing. There is no other way. Who told the zombies not to run to other cities, but to run to one city specifically. Apart from being a dark face, there is nothing else to say.

After making a decision in his heart, he raised his head and said, "I'm telling me that all the soldiers will be dispatched and guarded the dangerous barriers of Wudu. Never let a zombie go!"

Feng Delin frowned and said, "Will you take a little risk when doing this? No soldier is left at our headquarters in Nantianmen? If someone calls us, we will be done!"

Nian Changgeng explained: "There are no potential enemies within our sphere of influence, and other forces must pass those necessary paths to come in. Moreover, technology is relatively backward now, and several forces near the parachutes are impossible to have, so if you are really worried, leave three hundred people here. If something special happens, it can be used to cover our retreat."

Feng Delin still felt a little wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he said, "Then let's do what you said."

That night, the troops were transported to the gates and they were on standby. As long as the zombies dared to come in, they would undoubtedly be shot dead.

Chang Geng slept very late that night. He placed two bottles of wine on the desk in the office, one bottle in front of him and the other opposite him. He drank a glass and sprinkled a glass on the ground. He knew that his office was a wooden floor, but he didn't care, because only here was where he could release his emotions unscrupulously. No one could see it or hear it.

He could speak freely, telling all the past events with Yang Zhilin over the years, like a lantern, crying and laughing, and finally drinking, he wiped his tears with his sleeves, sighed, and said, "Brother, go all the way."

Then he was about to get up and go home, and promised Ping'er that he would go home to sleep tonight. If he put her pigeon, the consequences would be very terrifying...

As soon as he stood up, he heard a noise outside the window. He walked to the window with confusion, opened the window, and looked out, and suddenly saw several hunting ghosts lying on the wall, holding human heads in his hands, and under the wall, a few scattered corpses fell down.

After a closer look at the corpses were the people who were on guard tonight, he couldn't help feeling a sense of danger and immediately ran to the desk, but his feet were light and he felt dizzy and scolded himself for not choosing to drink at such a critical moment.

He pinched hard, and the softest and most painful part of his body, that is, the skin on the inside of his arm. In the eyes of Chang Geng, this is the softest part of a person's body.

The pain instantly poured into his brain, making him sweat coldly, and he also woke up a lot. After coming to the desk, he opened the drawer, which had a mezzanine inside, and a red button was installed.

He pressed it gently and heard all the alarms in the entire Nantianmen base area.

It’s a pity that it was too late at this time. He returned to the window and saw what was going on. The hunting ghosts who had climbed over the wall had already opened the door to the north.

It was at this moment that he saw Wuyang Wuyang zombies pouring in. When he saw these zombies, all the questions in his mind disappeared. He knew where these zombies came from.

All these zombies have guns in their hands, and at night these zombies are very aggressive, and their speed and strength have been greatly improved.

It would be fine if you just do this. The moment you rush in, you can not run around aimlessly like before, but keep a very neat team and shoot with the guns in your hands when you see people.

The red alarm was flashing constantly, and the harsh beeping sounds were running through the eardrums of Chang Geng. Everything happened in front of him reminded him of the first night of the disaster a few years ago, when he was as helpless as this time.

He was dealing with the windowsill, and suddenly the hunting ghost crawled up with his bloody mouth, stretching his tongue half a meter long and his head covered with red veins.

The speed of hunting ghosts was much faster than expected. When he realized it, the hunting ghost's sharp nails were already close at hand. At the critical moment, gunfire suddenly came!

A hole appeared on the ghost hunting forehead, and when his body stiffened, it fell straight from the windowsill.

The old Chang Geng felt glad that he was still alive and saw a soldier standing at the door, with a wisp of blue smoke floating on the gun in his hand.

"Are you okay?" he said: "There are zombies everywhere here now, let's go!"

The elderly Changgeng nodded, met several scattered soldiers along the way, and also met Mr. Feng.

After all, the old man is old and is running around along the way. He is really tired. He keeps breathing heavily and even speaks unscrupulously.

Young Changgeng said, "The situation is not optimistic now, I think we can only give up on the Nantianmen first!"

"Give up...abandon? If you..., how can the people run away?" Feng Delin asked back.

But when he talked about ordinary people, what I thought of was his fiancée Li Ping'er. At this time, he should be the only one in the family!

She must be rescued!

So he said to Mr. Feng: "I can't care about so much now. You can take Mr. Chen to Jinling to find Liu Yusheng first, telling them that this zombie is not simple. When you are on the road, you will withdraw all our soldiers from every dangerous gate and head towards Liu Yusheng!"

Mr. Feng said at this time: "You are crazy! Liu Yusheng is our mortal enemy. Do we still have a way out when we go to him? Now our relationship with Kong Fansheng is pretty good, so it's more reliable to go to him!"

Nian Changgeng shook his head and said, "Kong Fansheng is indeed more reliable and will never hurt us, but he is still not a person who can take charge of the overall situation. He is really too tempted. This zombie is definitely not simple. We must unite with all the forces on Huaqing Kingdom or a larger scale. Only Liu Yusheng has this ability. Mr. Feng, don't worry, although he often has friction with us, he is one of the few people who understand this kind of big things!"

Mr. Feng was also because the situation was too critical and he didn't understand the truth for a while. After Nian Chang Geng explained, he understood it, so he said, "Then where are you going?"

"I'll go to save Ping'er, you guys go first, I'll come."

After saying this, he brought more than 20 soldiers to his residence and knocked down several zombies along the way. The zombies were not familiar with the environment here and were always suffering.

After arriving at the destination, I saw that the door of my house was actually open.

And at this moment, a scream came from the room!

Old Chang Geng felt something was wrong, so he rushed up.

After going up the second floor, Nian Changgeng was stunned, opened his eyes wide, and looked at everything that was happening in front of him in disbelief. All kinds of complex emotions surged into his heart.

Yang Zhilin was standing in front of him, with Li Ping'er's neck in his hand, and holding a sharp short knife in the other hand, holding it in mid-air.

"No!"

But he wouldn't listen. He no longer belongs to humans. Of course, he has no human emotions and has become an unconscious walking zombie.

Yang Zhilin's cheeks were sunken and his body's muscles were shrinking. A large red mark on his chest was obviously the blood stain left by the fatal injury. His pupils were the kind that was unique to zombies, and an inconspicuous ink dot in the whites of his eyes.

With a squeak, the short knife stabbed Li Ping'er in the chest, and then pulled the knife out, preparing to stab him last time. The old Changgeng saw his good brother Yang Zhilin here, and his heart was indeed complicated, but when he saw him killing his fiancée, the anger erupted like a volcano.

He took out his pistol and shot it at his head, holding tears in his eyes, thinking constantly: "He is not a human, he is not my good brother, he killed my relatives, that is, his lover, he is a zombie!"

Yang Zhilin opened his unique eyes and looked at the pistol with a blank expression on his face. Then he let go of his hands and fell down straight.

The tense tears of Nian Changgeng instantly surged out of his eyes, and he roared to the sky, ready to step forward and hug his favorite person.

But at this moment, he saw Yang Zhilin, who should have died, actually hooked the grenade hanging on his body with his fingers.

At such a close distance, all this was so slow and short, and with a loud bang, the whole world became quiet...

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