They picked up a few hundred people along the way, and the number of people in the convoy once again exceeded a thousand. Last night, they had spent the night in the wilderness, and originally planned to leave early the next morning. But in the wee hours of the morning, dozens of S2s rushed into their camp.
"What's your name?
How did you become the leader of these people?
Where did you come from?
Where are you going? "Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the man, and asked four questions in a row.
The base was established, but Ding Luo was not as far-sighted as Zhang Xiaoqiang. They were purely farmers, and when the zombie tide spread out from X-City, they could only escape. Their target was the largest colony in the HB province, Wuhan City.
Time: 18 PM, Location: Intersection of two counties. Party of Battle: Humans 105, Zombies: Estimated to be 50 to 70 thousand.
Ding Luo was the leader of this team. He was originally the coach of the X Mixed Martial Arts Club. On the day of the virus outbreak, X held a cultural festival. Ding Luo brought the mixed martial arts team to participate in the opening ceremony. Right after the opening ceremony, the virus broke out. Although the crowd was dense on the day of the opening ceremony, the venue was very spacious. Many people escaped, and Ding Luo and the surviving team members also rushed out with cold weapons used for performance.
Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his head to look at the distant horizon, the sky was starting to darken at 5 PM, and the smell of gunpowder lingered in his nose. His heart was aching, he had never thought about his sister, never dared to think about it, he had always been avoiding, avoiding the sadness and despair of losing his sister.
When dawn came, there were only 800 people left in the camp, 300 of them were injured, and as the injured were quarantined, less than half of the 300 survived.
The man stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang and did not reveal any unnecessary emotions, waiting quietly until Zhang Xiaoqiang asked him a question.
Ding Luo had appeared, he brought news of X-City, and Ding Luo's appearance was like a sharp saw that tore apart Zhang Xiaoqiang's seemingly tenacious heart. His self-deception was instantly exposed, and he forgot about the approaching zombie tide, forgot about the slowly approaching D2, and forgot about the mastermind controlling the zombie tide.
With Ding Luo's group of people clearing the zombies in the suburbs of X-City, those who were not infected had a higher chance of survival. As the survivors were rescued, Ding Luo had more than 1200 people under his control, and there were also about 400 to 500 men who could hold knives.
The man was as unkempt as the other survivors. His clothes were stained, and his short hair was cut in a mess. The beard on his face hadn't been shaved for a long time, and he looked like he had been through a lot. But this man's spirit was completely different from the other frightened survivors. His eyes were deep and reserved, like an ancient spring without any waves.
Six to seven hundred men and women were called out from the cars. They stood in a row and were questioned by Zhang Xiaoqiang one by one. Those who lived in the suburbs were separated separately, and those who lived in the city were separated separately. Each of them was repeatedly asked several names and a place in City X.
The man nodded and was about to continue.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the ants crawling beside his feet. He watched as it slowly climbed along the shoelaces on the ground to the military shoes. A cigarette butt covered with soot lightly tapped on the military shoes. The ant died, and it was buried by the soot on the military shoes.
"My surname is Ding, and my name is Ding Luo. The people in the team call me Coach. We came from X-City, and we're going to Wuhan …"
"Is there a family in your team that used to live in …"
Ding Luo didn't refuse anyone. With the compassionate heart of a doctor, he led the old, weak, women, and children to open a bloody path. The opening of the cultural festival was originally close to the suburbs. When Ding Luo and his team were safe, there were more than 300 people rushing out with him, and there were still people following the zombies' corpses to find them.
Ding Luo's greatest ability wasn't his medical skills, but his calmness. He led his team members to avoid large groups of zombies time and time again, killing the scattered zombies. When the survivors who ran around blindly were eaten, some people saw Ding Luo and his team holding weapons, and they all gathered around them. People were social creatures, and when they saw people gathering, they also came out of their hiding places to join the crowd.
Four team members with rifles were on guard, surrounding Zhang Xiaoqiang in the center. In the distance, there were two off-road vehicles parked. Yang Ke-er and Shangguan Qiaoyun sat in the car and looked at the dispirited Zhang Xiaoqiang …
He caught up with the convoy and questioned every survivor. He even found out the identities of the survivors in the three cars that were swallowed by the tide of corpses. However, there was no news from his sister. After that, he sat on the ground and remained like this.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was letting his imagination run wild, went through the origins of this group of people in his mind. When he thought of the sea of zombies that covered the mountains, he stood up and walked towards the preset blocking position.
When they rested by a clear stream, his team almost suffered a devastating blow. Originally, Ding Luo brought a water truck that was modified from a tank truck. Some people didn't like the smell of oil, so they boiled the water in the stream and drank it. In the middle of the night, more than 200 people turned into zombies, and the frenzied zombies turned the whole camp into hell.
After that, Ding Luo brought hundreds of people to stock up on food, water, and various supplies. At that time, the zombies had not evolved yet. Relying on the broadswords in their hands, Ding Luo and his team killed many zombies and seized a lot of supplies and vehicles. They even killed a group of gangsters who wanted to rob them and obtained their weapons.
Because Ding Luo was the one who led them out, and the few strong men who could fight were all his team members, Ding Luo was elected as the leader.
The intercepted civilian convoy continued their journey back to the base. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the dusty ground and stared at the dirt on his military shoes in a daze. The cigarette in his mouth continued to emit green smoke, and a large black ant was crawling beside his feet.
Half of the vehicles and 300 plus people were abandoned by Ding Luo, and he and the remaining people left in the vehicles. After that, the S2s caught up, and the zombie tide pounced towards them. At the critical moment, the ultimate scapegoat, Three, appeared ….
"Wait …." Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted Ding Luo's narration, he looked at the man in front of him carefully and said: "You guys came from X City?
The X City that is only 3 hours by train from Yasyana Polyana? The X City where the Song Dynasty fought against the Mongols for 20 years? "