From the beginning, he knew that the Russians were coming. That was why he hoped that Zhang Xiao Qiang would wait a little longer before launching the attack. In his opinion, with the drones patrolling in the air, the Russians might not launch an attack. He had good intentions, but he did not expect the war to be crueler than he had imagined. What's more, the Russians were so ferocious, and he did not expect that the Russians would fight to the death like rabid dogs, regardless of casualties. One must know that a battle with more than twice the losses of the other party was not something that an ordinary person could fight, not to mention when the number of drones was superior.
Elson's departure did not give Zhang Xiaoqiang any comfort. Looking at the devastated camp, he felt terrible. Those who died were not Chinese, and those who were injured and wailing were not Chinese, but he still felt terrible. He thought that his heart had been tempered into a heart of stone, and he would no longer care too much about the life and death of others. He did not expect that there was still a little conscience left in his heart, and it was this conscience that kept him human. Beside him were layers upon layers of corpses. There were men and women, and all of them were so black that they could not be identified. Torn bodies, twisted hands, and the silent howls they made as they raised their heads and bared their teeth.
The Russian planes kept circling in the sky, and the ground was a mess. The fire caused by the crashed plane spread more than ten kilometers of the forest. These fires ignited more trees, and the rising smoke shrouded the night sky. It was as if there were dark clouds, and even the stars could not be seen. After a bitter victory, the Russians did not have the confidence to clean up the mess at night. After wandering for a long time, they did not send a plane to land in the camp. The Americans' camp had become a sea of fire. The huge wreckage of the Chinook helicopter was surrounded by the raging flames, and even the steel was melted.
Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground for a long time before he stood up with the help of his Zhanmadao. He turned his head and was about to turn around and walk out of the camp. Suddenly, he froze again. In the center of the gathering place, the radio antenna room that he had been yearning for was burning. Thick tongues of flame shot out from the room's windows and licked the antenna erected on the roof. It looked like a closed boiler.
Looking at the burning boiler, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt a wave of sadness. The thing that he had spent so much effort to get was turned to ashes in the fire. For this thing, he did not even hesitate to lure zombies, resulting in the deaths of tens of thousands of people. Looking at the raging flames, he felt that God was playing a joke on him, a joke that made him want to cry out loud. Just as he was sinking into extreme sadness, Xiao Ye carried the Z2 zombie and found Zhang Xiaoqiang. At this moment, Xiao Ye was not in a good state either. Most of the clothes on his body were burnt to a crisp, and his hands were full of blisters. His face was black from the smoke, and even his teeth were full of black ashes. Xiao Ye seemed to feel the sadness and self-blame in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. He bowed deeply to Zhang Xiaoqiang and said a few words of comfort and encouragement. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not understand and just shook his head.
"Mr. Xiao Ye said, please don't blame yourself. All the crimes were committed by Mt. Axe. We are already very grateful that you are willing to kill Mt. Axe for us lowlifes …" The man next to Xiao Ye spoke fluent Mandarin.
This person was also black from the smoke, and his face could not be seen clearly. Only his white teeth could be seen. When he spoke to Zhang Xiaoqiang, he was very respectful, and his eyes were full of gratitude. Zhang Xiaoqiang could not help but look at him. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's questioning eyes, he quickly added, "I am Nao Miyamoto, and I used to be good friends with No-kun. Unfortunately, I am not an evolver. When No-kun left, I was afraid of dying in the forest, so I did not follow him. I have been missing him for a long time. I can speak Chinese because I have worked in the China branch, and China is my second home. I am very excited to see you, sir. How is China now?
Are the survivors in China able to eat their fill? "
Nao Miyamoto was a friendly person, and when he spoke to Zhang Xiaoqiang, there was a hint of flattery in his tone. His eyes glanced at the Zhanmadao in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand from time to time. Axe Mountain, which had been cut in half by Zhang Xiaoqiang, had fallen. Seeing Axe Mountain, which was not far from Zhang Xiaoqiang, Nao Miyamoto looked even more humble. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look down on this flatterer. As an ordinary person, it was already amazing that he could survive this catastrophe.
"You go and help Ono organize the survivors. This time, I will not show up. Ono will be in charge of everything. Also, tell them that Axe Mountain was killed by Ono. If anyone disobeys, Ono will kill them. I will be Ono's assistant in China …"
Now that Zhang Xiaoqiang had someone he could communicate with, his bad mood became better. He thought of the work he had to do now. Although Elson had helped him more than he helped, it proved that this guy still had some responsibility as an evolved person. Even if Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think that he was the savior that Elson had mentioned, he did not object to this little brother who had come to his door. Even if he did not get a communication device, he was not very anxious. If Elson's ability could really hack into the electronic devices of all countries in the world, then informing Hubei and Yin Meng where he was was would be a piece of cake.
Without any pleasantries, Nao Miyamoto was taken in by Zhang Xiaoqiang as soon as he came to his door. He did not have the mood to test the loyalty of the Japanese. In his eyes, all the Japanese were the same, the only difference was the distance between them. When Ono heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's words, he immediately became excited. Although he did not have much ambition, he had to grasp the opportunity that was presented to him. After all, everyone had ambition, it was just a matter of how big or small it was.
The moment the Z2 zombie's communication device was destroyed, it temporarily lost its value. Perhaps it would be of greater value in the future. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not count on it to unify Japan, so he did not hesitate to burn it to ashes. He followed Ono and began to gather the survivors. He knew that with the death of the Z2 zombie, the zombies in the forest would be leaderless, and they would no longer be a threat to this disaster-ridden gathering place. The only thing he had to do was to gather as many evolvers as possible before the Russians came. Only in this way, the survivors would not be captured and killed to feed the Blood Caterpillar Flower.
What the chaotic camp lacked was a leader. Axe Mountain's massacre had turned the evolvers into street rats. Although Ono's ability was not strong, he was still one of the opponents of Axe Mountain. When he reappeared, many of the older evolvers were willing to listen to him. With Zhang Xiaoqiang holding the Zhanmadao beside Ono, no one dared to oppose him. When the first team of evolvers was organized, the rest of the matter was much easier to handle.
One by one, the corpses were cleaned up and piled up. After pouring gasoline over them, the flames put an end to their miserable lives. Evolvers and survivors who had been hiding in various places came out one after another. No one was willing to fight with Ono for power. The Russians had found a landing pad somewhere, but they did not leave completely. There were reconnaissance planes hovering over the sky all the time. At this time, the evolvers who had given up on stopping the zombies returned to their positions. They set up the catapults again and were ready to drop their bombs at any time. The burning houses were put out one after another, waiting for the day to come.
The camp was quite vast. If it wasn't for the Axe Mountain that had gathered everyone together, there wouldn't have been so many casualties. Zhang Xiaoqiang stood beside a ten-meter-tall mountain of corpses, mourning in silence. This small mountain was made up of the corpses of children. The older ones were more than ten years old, while the younger ones weren't even a month old. Many of the children had been trampled to death by the panicked crowd. Occasionally, one could see a child being hugged tightly by their mother as they were trampled to death. This mountain of corpses made up of children was like a grey oil painting that had been passed down for generations. Zhang Xiaoqiang could not take his eyes off it, and he blamed himself deeply. All sorts of past events came flooding back to him. One after another, scenes and faces that he had long forgotten resurfaced from the deepest part of his memory. There was the mountain of corpses that had dyed the water of Liangzi Lake red. There were also the three hundred heads at the gathering place of Wuhan. There was also the blood-soaked iron bridge and the despairing poor people who stood by the bridge. Finally, the image was fixed on a child who was holding a rifle and looking at him with hatred and fear...
Just as he was immersed in this strange atmosphere created by death, a light and serene murmur drifted into his ears. The confession in English seemed to have a magical power that opened up a gap in his increasingly depressed heart. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that had welled up in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head and saw that on the other side of the mountain of corpses, a few British people were kneeling by the side of the mountain of corpses, confessing and praying. The voice that comforted Zhang Xiaoqiang's soul was Gemma, who he had tossed somewhere earlier...
"I can't let the children of China repeat the same mistakes..." Taking a few steps back, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up at the mountain of corpses and thought to himself. For some reason, the little girl in the red dress once again appeared in his mind. Looking at the mountain of corpses, he gave up on the idea of looking for her. He turned around and stepped on the blood that flowed out from the mountain of corpses. He walked towards the center of the group of survivors who were kneeling in the middle of the mountain of corpses. Behind him, Gemma and her companions were still kneeling on the ground, praying. Zhang Xiaoqiang's darkened eyes lit up again. The killing was not over yet...