This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

Seeing that all the people had arrived, Mijingtang made a simple arrangement. Xiao Baozi and the students stayed behind during the day. The first task for him and Zou Lang was to get the relief kits that were airborne.It contains food and various rescue medicines.

Although the city's electricity and natural gas have been cut off, the water has not stopped.After everyone washed up, Mijingtang began to distribute today's food again, which was still compressed biscuits.

Zou Lang stretched out his hand to stop it: "Don't eat this. I found some instant noodles from the back of the hotel yesterday. Although it is not nutritious, at least it is better than compressed biscuits."

This sentence immediately received enthusiastic responses from a group of students.

Seeing that this man led the rebellion, Mijingtang looked at the watch on his hand, "No matter what you eat, you must leave in 15 minutes."

Zou Lang put a cigarette in his mouth and did not light it. He led a group of children and started to work like a house, directing some to collect firewood, some to the back of the hotel to turn over a barbecue grill, and finally turned over Some charcoal came out.While lighting the fire, he taught the children, "It doesn't take long to boil hot water, learn to use local materials."

Mijingtang stood beside the door with a gun in hand, watching them work with a cold face.

While boiling the water, Zou Lang adhered to the three principles of eating, killing, and looting, casually touching the things left by the owner here, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that the quick-frozen chicken legs in the refrigerator are all hairy. Already." That way, I can't wait to make a big meal.

The students responded with tears one by one, and began to remember the various delicacies before the zombie outbreak.

"I'll invite you to eat wild game when you're free. Have you ever eaten wild rabbits and pheasants? Sparrows and scorpions are actually quite delicious." Zou Lang said as he began to share instant noodles, as if you had never eaten them before. Eye-opening expression.

Mijingtang finally couldn't listen anymore, "What's the matter, how do you eat voles in field survival training." It was rare for him to say such a long sentence this time.It can be seen that Zou Lang was very angry.After speaking, he looked at his watch and emphasized, "You still have 7 minutes."

After soaking the noodles, Zou Lang brought over two servings of instant noodles, "I didn't catch the voles, let's eat sauerkraut from the old altar." After handing it over, before Mijingtang picked it up, he poured his hand, "Wait a minute, Change it to the first one. It is spicy and stimulates the stomach."

Mijingtang didn't say a word, but took it and ate it unceremoniously.After eating a few mouthfuls, regardless of where Zou Lang hadn't finished eating, he grabbed him by the collar and walked out.

Zou Lang was holding his face and refused to let go.

At 07:30 in the morning, Zou Lang walked angrily on the road, mourning his half box of instant noodles while walking.

The city is quiet in the morning, and I even feel that when I walk to the next intersection, there will be a small vendor selling breakfast, or an old man rushing out to run in the morning, but there are no peddlers or old men, only morning zombies, tirelessly walk around.

Mijingtang played with the knife in his hand, holding the knife in his hand casually, walking all the way, cleaning up all the way, chopping about five or six zombies.

Zou Lang's mouth couldn't stay idle, he kept talking.

Mijingtang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked ahead with a cold face.Zou Lang turned his mind desperately, and finally asked a question that Mijingtang had to answer: "Is your communicator working normally?"

They were once trapped here because of a problem with the communicator.

Mijingtang glanced at him, and finally replied indifferently: "It's not that your communicator is broken, but the base station is broken. So the signal can only be transmitted simply, and the call cannot be made."

"Oh." Zou Lang suddenly realized, "No wonder, why didn't my important information from before get out?"

"Important information?" Mijingtang was a little puzzled when he heard this.

"Yes, the zombies here are different."

"What's different?" Mijingtang frowned slightly. This was different from what he knew. Did the zombies here really change?

"I've had one before, and it was huge in some parts."

"Certain parts?"

Zou Lang showed embarrassment, and gestured with his hands under his body.

Mijingtang thought he was joking and rolled his eyes, "Dirty." He walked across a street corner and stopped abruptly: "Here we are, this is the pile." Then he looked at his watch, it was about an hour away from the station. distance.

Zou Lang walked up, looked at the supplies piled on the ground, flipped through them to see if there were any good things, and asked casually, "How many times are we going to get them?"

Miido held out a finger.

Zou Lang looked at the pile of things on the ground, estimated to be over a hundred catties, and refused to die, "I'll kill you, I'll avenge you! You let me carry so many things all at once? I was rescued by a pile of things when I was eaten by zombies." The material is crushed to death."

This person is really... troublesome as hell.Mijingtang took off the gun from his shoulder and handed it to him, "How about you protect it and I'll carry the supplies?"

"Okay, okay." Zou Lang reached out to pick it up.

"There are zombies!" Mijingtang pointed to Zou Lang's back. Zou Lang stretched his waist and saw that there was no one behind him.

Looking back, Mijingtang had calmly put the gun back on his back, with an expression like I gave you a chance.

Routine, all fucking routines.Zou Lang gritted his teeth, unable to imagine the day when he would be bullied.He snorted unconvinced, untied his jacket and tied it around his waist, unpacked the rescue supplies, took out his backpack and carried it on his body.Zou Lang was about 1.8 meters tall and muscular, so he started walking as soon as he stood up.

Mijingtang still had a change of heart towards Zou Lang, this young master, he was hypocritical, and he was quite unambiguous in his work.It's a pity... even the sweaty back couldn't lock Zou Lang's mouth.

"Why me? Wouldn't it be nice for you to bring someone along? What's the name of that student? A Liang or something, isn't he also tall and big?"

Mijingtang snorted, "You think I want to take you with me?"

Part of the task he received was to ensure Zou Lang's safety, but it was a secret order from the leader.In this city full of zombies, even putting him in a safe place can't guarantee safety. The only real safety is by his side.Only in his sight can the safety of the person in front of him be ensured.

Zou Lang didn't seem to hear the impatience in Mijingtang's words at all, so he kept on talking about it, "Oh, we still have to get along for a few days, what do you think I should call you? Yu The major is too born, Jingtang, Xiaojing, Xiaotang, how about calling me daughter-in-law?"

Hearing this, Mijingtang suddenly stopped, and the knife in his hand rested on Zou Lang's neck as soon as he turned around, "Believe it or not, I will chop you up now, and then I will say that the zombies ate you."

Zou Lang only felt a murderous aura!It felt as if Mijingtang wanted to forget the crime of his apprentice last night.

A gust of wind blew by, and Zou Lang looked down at the ground, a few strands of hair were broken, and Mijingtang's hand was really a treasured sword...

What does it mean that a hero does not suffer from immediate losses?Zou Lang gently moved Mijingtang's knife away, and obediently shut up.

Seeing that the warning had some effect, Mijingdou removed the knife with satisfaction and pinned it to his waist.