Aiming at the pit ten meters away, Zhang Xiaoqiang fiercely threw the torch in his hand. One second, two seconds, three seconds …. "Boom …." A monstrous flame rose from the pit into the sky. A huge wave of heat swept towards Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke-er. Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke-er turned around and ran. The heat wave chased after their butts. It wasn't until they ran tens of meters away that Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke-er could finally breathe normally.
The red and white flames rose nearly ten meters above the ground. Thick black smoke circled in the sky. Some large pieces of black ash danced in the heat wave. Looking at this grand scene, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little stunned. He had never let go of such a big fire.
He didn't know that the power of the flames was so strong. He and Yang Ke-er were almost turned into charcoal sparrows.
Yang Ke-er saw such a big fire and opened her mouth in a daze. After a long time, she came back to her senses and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang was so angry with Yang Ke-er that he wanted to go crazy.
"How can it be like this!
I'm still waiting to fight the boss. Hubby, you're not afraid that I'll kill the boss and make you lose face, are you? "
After a while, Yang Ke-er felt that the place was too hot. She was afraid that it would affect her delicate skin. She turned around and walked back into the house, muttering to herself about what she should eat for lunch. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about Yang Ke-er. He just looked at the flames. He wasn't sure if the flames could deal with the D2. Who told the D2's skin to be so abnormal?
"Roar ~ ~ ~" A loud sound came from the pit. It was the D2 that couldn't withstand the baptism of the flames and let out a painful howl.
Not long after, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the ground beneath his feet shake. Although the pit in the distance was covered by the flames, he could still see a lot of sand and rocks flying into the sky. It was the D2 hitting the wall.
The pit was five meters deep. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have to worry about the D2 running out. At least not until it destroyed the wall. The ground beneath his feet continued to shake, but it was getting weaker and weaker until there was no movement at all.
"Roar ~ ~ ~ ~" The D2 let out another mournful howl. After that, there was no more sound. the flames burned even more fiercely.
The zombies had lost a lot of water, so their resistance to the flames became weaker. Even if their body was 78% water, a normal human wouldn't be able to resist it. Not to mention a zombie that was no different from a mummy.
The flames burned brightly. Other than the dry heat in the air, there was also a strong burnt smell. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt like he was suffocating. He didn't stay in the same place and slowly looked around the fire pit.
When he saw the corpses of the zombies on the bridge, he realized that he was already on the other side of the fire. The bridge's original color could no longer be seen. There was only one color on the bridge, black.
The black color was formed by the countless zombie corpses. Some of the corpses had become a pile of meat paste. This made Zhang Xiaoqiang's stomach twitch again. He had already vomited before, so naturally he couldn't vomit anymore. Walking to the bridge, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that there were zombies standing, lying, and floating in the pond under the bridge. The deepest part of the pond was now filled with zombies. Some zombies were standing on the pile of corpses in the center of the pond.
Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to cross the bridge to investigate, but he saw that there were layers of meat paste and bones on the bridge. He couldn't find a place to step on. If he wanted to walk normally, he would need to find a large shovel to shovel away the meat paste and bones, and then sprinkle a thick layer of quicklime. But Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have the time, nor did he have the skill. He clenched his teeth and walked on the sticky meat pile. Walking in the meat paste, Zhang Xiaoqiang told himself that he was walking on a thick carpet.
Zhang Xiao Qiang felt that every step he took on the bridge was incomparably heavy. Every time he lifted his foot, it felt like time was passing by. It was only when he reached the other side of the bridge that he released all the pent-up feelings in his heart.
The metal house that was lifted up by the D2 was now being trampled on by hundreds of zombies. Some cigarette magazines and tabloids were also trampled to pieces. There was a small alley between the two buildings that led to the market. Every few steps, there would be a pile of black meat paste. There were also a few zombies with broken bones lying on the ground, lifeless.
Just as he walked out of the alley, he saw a food market covered by a plastic shed. Both sides of the alley were selling clothes. One sold children's clothing and toys. The other sold women's autumn and winter clothes. The most conspicuous place in the store was a lady's leather windbreaker.
Now that there were no zombies wandering around, it was quiet within a kilometer radius. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the empty market. The empty market was especially quiet. Looking at everything in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang had an indescribable feeling in his heart. There were no zombies, nor was there anyone. Everything here was the same as before the outbreak of the virus, except for the lack of people.
His military shoes stepped on the cement floor with a "Ge Deng … Ge Deng …" sound. Occasionally, he would walk around a few scattered bones. He stopped at a cement block. On the cement block was an old tarp. The vegetables on the tarp had already turned yellow. Some of the lotus roots had also turned dry. Even the garlic and potatoes that were easy to store had already sprouted. Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to walk forward, reminiscing about the lost time. After walking a few steps, his military shoes suddenly stopped.
Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly turned his head back. The sprouted garlic and potatoes were still lying on the old tarp. He stared at these things. Something in his heart melted. The melted thing flowed to his chest and turned into the word "hope".
Zhang Xiao Qiang returned to the front of the cement block, and picked up a clove of garlic, gently caressing the bud. His eyes were slightly moist, it was alive, the garlic in the apocalypse had come alive. He then picked up a potato, and noticed that the moisture on the potato had decreased greatly, but the bud still managed to poke its head out. Zhang Xiao Qiang observed the surroundings carefully for a while before coming to a conclusion.
The vegetable market had a large shed to block the sun. The surrounding buildings and the zombies had blocked most of the wind. Although the crops did not have enough water, they still sprouted. As long as they were planted in the soil and taken care of, they would be able to reap tens of times the harvest. What could be more precious than this?
Zhang Xiao Qiang carefully held the crumpled potato that looked like moldy pickles in the palm of his hand. He carefully examined the light purple crystal like tender sprouts on the potato, his heart filled with joy.
"Dang dang …." The sound of a beer bottle hitting the ground came from afar. An intense pressure filled Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. It was that strange and annoying sixth sense again. Zhang Xiaoqiang was cautious and did not dare to be careless. He knew that every time he had this feeling, there would be trouble. This time would not be an exception. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the Jing Wei Sword and the military knife.
He held the knife in his left hand and the sword in his right. He carefully observed his surroundings and slowly retreated into the alleyway. The vegetable market was still quiet. It was just that the silence made one's heart flutter. The noise from before seemed to be an illusion. However, the pressure was getting stronger and stronger. The previous sense of danger was like a drizzle compared to now. This time, it was like a downpour.
Although Zhang Xiaoqiang was cautious, he was not afraid. After a few life and death situations, his state of mind had been tempered to be tenacious. Although he did not know where the danger was coming from, he knew that he had to be calm. Panicking would not solve the problem, and would only cost him his life.
He used his front foot to slowly move, trying not to make any sound. Just like that, he retreated until he exited the market. The sense of danger did not decrease, but it did not increase either. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the alleyway in front of him and heaved a sigh of relief. As long as he retreated past the bridge, it would be easy. At least there was no complicated terrain, and there were not many obstacles. He could clearly see where the danger was coming from.