Doomsday Allure

Wei Buzheng was the first to infuse pure non-attribute Qingling into Zhang Yongjiao and several seriously injured people nearby to keep them alive. Two or ten minutes later, someone brought him a large ceramic basin of water, and he mixed the water in the water again. He poured half a catty of Jasper Lake water and ten milliliters of Qingyu Stream water, and asked them to feed these people to drink.

He especially emphasized that the water was blessed by him with healing abilities, and no drop of it should be wasted.

The few villagers who were responsible for feeding the water treated the basin of water carefully with almost the same reverence for the gods.

The wounded were all young men, and they were very seriously injured, otherwise, they would not have been regarded as dead by their companions.

The old and weak women and children of the Wuchong people who came down the mountain to support them with the determination to die, let out a cry of grief when they saw their dead relatives and neighbors.

Wei Buzheng rescued the young man on the verge of death while crying, and his heart seemed to be poured into a Wula River, cold, heavy, depressed, and resentful.

He grew up in the disgust of his neighbors, and he never thought of the world as a bright and sunny world, but he never imagined that there are so many vicious and cruel people like Huang Mao in this world.

This is only two months after the end of the world, the food is still sufficient, many daily necessities in the prosperous era can still be used, and the vast majority of people have not yet faced a real crisis of survival. If the natural disaster continues, the food stored by most families What would the world be like without the constraints of a strong social order?Cannibalism?

He looked up into the distance.

What Shen Wei was talking about, he couldn't hear it, but he could see that the ordinary people on Zhang Yihan's side and the Wuchong tribe were still sitting on the ground in an orderly manner, and their formation was not even in disorder.

He lowered his head, took a sheet from someone, wrapped Zhang Yongjiao's upper body and head, and said to the two people next to him who were carrying the door panel and Zhang Yongfeng, "Put him in a leeward place and keep warm. "

The two young men with wounds on their faces nodded, and together with Zhang Yongfeng, they worked together to lift Zhang Yongjiao to the door.

Zhang Yongfeng bowed deeply to Wei Buzheng, and then followed the door panel to leave.

He used to be the breadwinner of the family. Five years ago, he suffered from a serious leg disease due to an accident. He can only walk with crutches. If the weather changes suddenly, he can't even get out of bed.

During the divorce three years ago, his wife took away his son, and he lived with his parents and younger brother.

One day half a month ago, his younger brother Zhang Yongjiao went out to fetch water. He applied herbs to his legs in his room in the side courtyard. His parents turned into zombies were pushing stones to grind corn in the main courtyard. When he heard the noise of the main courtyard and ran out, Just in time, I saw a man pick up a stick with a stone at one end and beat his mother's brains to pieces. Before he came out, his father had already had his head smashed and was lying on the ground. push lightly.

He picked up a chair and fought those people desperately, but was wrapped around his whole body by a person with a particularly thick humulus seedling. The person stabbed his neck and face with the humulus, and then threw him down on the ground. land.

At this moment, the younger brother Zhang Yongjiao came back, he unexpectedly threw the pole on the head of the supernatural being, and he was immediately knocked down by the group of people.

If Zhang Yihan hadn't happened to rush into their house with a large group of people, he and his brother would have died.

This time the yellow-haired gang noticed where they were hiding and came after them. Zhang Yihan demanded that everyone in the family who was over 16 years old and under 55 years old must send someone out. They had to organize a team to keep the yellow-haired gang away Outside.

Zhang Yongjiao held him down, saying that his legs would only drag others down, and Zhang Yongjiao joined the fight himself.

Zhang Yongfeng has already made up his mind, if his brother is gone, he will leave here and go back to the village, waiting for those hunters at home, desperately killing one is enough, two, it can be regarded as revenge for his brother.

He didn't think about more, those people were too cruel, and with his physical condition, he had no chance to kill more people.

Wei Buzheng moved to another wounded man, held his wrist to feel his pulse for a while, and said to the people next to him: "He can move now, be careful, try not to move his wound."

Two more young men came to lift people up.

A zombie woman in her 50s with disheveled hair knelt beside the wounded, her face full of tears, and asked Wei Buzheng in a hoarse voice: "Sir, will he be okay? Will he die? My family... only me with him."

Wei Buzheng said: "Probably not, you don't cry, go find a quilt or two cotton clothes, cover him thicker, the injured person has weak resistance, so he needs to be warmer."

The zombie woman prostrated herself on the ground and kowtowed to Wei Buzheng: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Her nails and fangs couldn't be retracted, in order not to hurt Wei Buzheng, she stayed more than one meter away from Wei Buzheng.

Wei Buzheng stood up, reached out to help her up, and watched her leave behind the simple door stretcher.

After the initial mutation period, the vocal cords of the zombie-like Wuchong people gradually recovered, and they could speak, but their voices were hoarse and dry, harsh and unpleasant; most of the zombie-like Wuchong people could not speak.

In this four-village joint refuge headed by Zhangjia Village, the vast majority are zombies of the Wuchong tribe. There are only a dozen zombies, and all of them are elderly and frail.

Wei Buzheng's conjecture was confirmed step by step.

He has always been puzzled by the same mutation due to Wu Chong, but two different forms of zombies appeared in the end. After so many days of observation, he now came to the conclusion that zombies are a more serious state than zombies.

The greater the concentration of Wuchong, the greater the possibility of a person mutating into a zombie.

Different mutation results appear in the same Wuchong environment, which is determined by individual physique and personality.

Within a certain range, the person with the best physique and the most tenacious character can resist the erosion of Wu Chong and maintain a normal human form after being eroded by the same amount of Wu Chong; the inferior ones will become zombies; Those with the worst or weakest character become zombies.

However, when the concentration of Wu Chong reaches a certain limit, the differences in physique and personality will be ignored, and everyone will become zombies.

Just now against the Huangmao group, Wei Buzheng released several times more Wu Chong than he did against Li Zuoshan's prison zombies, directly turning the group of scum into zombies that look like burnt wood, unless Da Neng and his teacher Otherwise, these people would have no chance of recovering—even turning into zombies would be impossible.

After becoming a zombie, the body's normal physiological metabolic rate will be greatly reduced, and its own consumption will be greatly reduced. Therefore, in the absence of any food and water, the death process of a zombie will be much slower than that of a normal person , but it's just slow, death is an inevitable result, Wei indisputable feeling, about three months.

Thinking of Huang Mao and several of his accomplices attacking Shen Wei at the same time, Wei Buzheng's heart fluctuated violently out of control again, he felt that his heart was too soft, those people deserved to die, let them live for a few more months , are really too cheap for them.

As for Huang Mao himself, Wei Buzheng felt that Ling Chi was not enough to resolve the anger in his heart, he wished he could hang that scum on a tree and light a sky lantern.

The wounded man on the left seemed to twitch. Wei Buzheng shook his head, shaking off thoughts that should not have arisen at this time, put his hand on the wounded man's forehead, and concentrated on investigating his condition.

Wang Zhengqing stood two meters behind Wei Buzheng, observing his surroundings carefully.

**

Shen Wei and the others killed one, and turned Huangmao and most of the hunters into Wuchong people who were close to death, which greatly appeased the villagers. But Shen Wei did not speak, and all the villagers stayed where they were until Zhang Yihan and the others came over and told everyone to check their murdered companions quickly.

Shen Wei said: "According to Zhang Yihan's order, ordinary people are divided into groups to search and rescue people, and those who still have hope are sent to our doctors as soon as possible; Use something, cover them briefly first." Don't make them look like a dead moor.

Shen Wei didn't say the last sentence, he thought of his comrade who died.

That comrade-in-arms once joked with the people in the team that if I unfortunately die, I have only one request, don’t let me die in the wilderness, even if I sprinkle a handful of loess on my face, it can be regarded as a ceremony, let me know that I am Without being abandoned, I can leave with peace of mind.

And on one mission, they really only had time to throw a few handfuls of sand on him before they had to rush into the helicopter.Three months later, Shen Wei and his comrades returned to the desert, searched for three days, collected dozens of human bones, and buried them together.

They fought and sacrificed thousands of miles away in order to fight for a peaceful and happy living environment for the people of the motherland. They did it as a last resort under the cruel world situation, but the corpses in front of them died in their own homes. Died under the greed of his own countrymen.

It shouldn't be like this, it can't be like this.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the valley again, Shen Wei thought so.

Zhang Yihan is very prestigious among these people, and his organizational skills are really good. With a few words, he divided the people into several groups that performed their duties.

Shen Wei asked him to stay, and wanted to consult him about some situations.

Li Dongyuan and Lin Yu were guarding the remaining dozen hunters.

Xiang Zhen looked at those people with disgust, and asked Shen Wei in a low voice, "What about those bastards?"

Shen Wei said: "You take Li Dongyuan and Lin Yu and ask them to gather their dead accomplices in one place. The current situation is bad enough, and no more contagious viruses can be produced by the rotting corpses. After the gathering, you Control the fire, burn those corpses, and when you finish burning, let's discuss together how to deal with those offal."

"Yes." Xiang Zhen said, "Captain, leave this to me, you should go and have a look at Xiao Wei, I think he must be very tired just now."

Shen Wei nodded: "I'm planning to go there, you three, be careful, those people may be a little less courageous than that yellow-haired one, but they're a little bit crueler, they won't work honestly."

Xiang Zhen said: "Understood, they have no chance of turning things around, me and...captain?"

Xiang Zhen turned her head and followed Shen Wei's gaze.

On the small road leading to Zhangjia Village in the valley, a group of people appeared in the distance.

It is really a team of people, and the first two are on horseback.

Shen Wei asked Zhang Yihan: "Do you know him?"

Zhang Yihan shook his head: "I don't know, I've grown up so much, I haven't seen a horse in our area yet."

Shen Wei said: "Inform your people, put down what you are doing, and immediately return to your hiding place with the wounded. There are 100 strong labor force and Wuchong tribe left behind, obey my orders."

"Okay, I'll talk about it right away." Zhang Yihan replied, and immediately ran to his neighbors.

Shen Wei said to Lin Yu: "Go and call Lord Dao, ask him to come back and guard this side with Li Dongyuan, let Wei Buzheng find a safe place to save people, and you stay there to protect Wei Buzheng."

"Understood." Lin Yu responded, and ran towards Wei Buzheng.

Xiang Zhen strode towards the dozen or so hunters, he wanted to give them a warning, but he suddenly found that the movements of those people seemed wrong, their movements were slow and slow, Xiang Zhen was delighted, and looked carefully at those people People's faces are really light blue.

He stopped in his tracks and called out, "Li Dongyuan, keep ten meters away from them."

Li Dongyuan stepped back and said, "Understood."

Xiang Zhen pulled the hat of the winter jacket: "Captain, let's go, I'll go with you to meet them."

**

10 minute later.

Shen Wei and Xiang Zhen met a group of people wearing worn army uniforms.

The two officers on the horse were about the same age as Wang Zhengqing, and they looked more vigilant than Shen Wei and the others. There was still about 100 meters between the two sides, and the officer on the horse on the left shouted to them: "The people on the other side stop, we are the national guards. The Donggui Provincial Garrison in the western theater of the army is responsible for the security of Andong City, who are you?"

Shen Wei replied: "We are members of the **** army of the Western Theater Command. We are returning home on vacation and passing by here."

The officer on the opposite side looked at them and said, "You don't even wear military uniforms, so you say you belong to the Communist Party?"

Xiang Zhen said: "The military uniform has become weathered, and when we were saving people, the backpack was snatched by a group of thugs chasing and killing mutants. The clothes on our body were given to us by saving a few people in Guofeng County."

The person on the other side still didn't believe it: "I know the troops you mentioned just now, tell me the name of your chief."

Shen Wei said: "Colonel Cheng Yuanyang, Colonel Su Changlin."

The two officers on the opposite side glanced at each other, then patted their horses at the same time, and ran over: "We were ordered to pursue a particularly brutal hunter team. There were a lot of them, and the leader was two seventeen-year-old Boys, one of them has yellow hair, have you seen it?"