Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the crowd and turned to leave. At the same time, the doctor brought a few militia to drive the people away. They placed the rarely seen Type-3 corpse into a steel coffin filled with ice. The place where they fought with the zombies was ablaze. It was the remains of the zombies, and if there was no accident, the remains would carry the virus.
Zhang Xiaoqiang brought his subordinates back to the camp to rest and prepare for their departure. As for Liu Zhenghua and Qian Kaixi, because of the zombie's death, they began to fight again. The police and armed police also began to disagree.
Too many people knew about the appearance of zombies in the gathering place. More and more people knew about it, and gradually, the entire gathering place knew about it. Many people's fear of zombies was second only to the fear of starvation. The appearance of a single zombie was nothing, but when zombies appeared in the gathering place, no one would believe that the gathering place was safe anymore.
In a situation of extreme insecurity, everyone in the colony was filled with anger. The colony had also become a powder keg that could explode at any time. The situation in the colony worried the major forces. The current situation was exactly the same as before the great riot. Back then, thousands of people had died. This time, it was unknown how many more would die. In desperation, they went to the camp, hoping that Zhang Xiaoqiang could come up with a solution.
This matter originally had nothing to do with Zhang Xiaoqiang, but he had indirectly said that the colony would eventually be accepted by him. Since he had said this, he had to come up with a solution, because the survivors of the colony would be his troops in the future.
Therefore, the camp sent a propaganda team of over a hundred people deep into the gathering place.
He explained the characteristics and characteristics of zombies to those who knew nothing about zombies. At the same time, the search team brought back carts after carts of living zombies, letting the survivors see with their own eyes how a child used a wooden stick to kill one or even several zombies.
In the center of the gathering place that had been silent for a long time, countless heads were moving. Even the hot weather couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the survivors. They were sweating profusely, sticking together with the people around them, and looking at the big platform in the center of the gathering place against the hot sun.
On the platform stood a person, wearing sunglasses and a calm face. Meow held a hard wooden stick behind her back. Below the platform, there were tens of thousands of people staring at her. Facing the tens of thousands of people, Meow was unmoved. She had long regarded the countless men and women below as zombies. Speaking of zombies, could they be compared to the mountains of zombies she had seen in the suburbs of WH City?
Not long after, five burly team members each carried a sack on the platform. They fiercely stomped the sack on the ground, pulled the rope, and kicked the sack to the center of the platform. One by one, zombies rolled out of the sack. The members of the team ignored the zombies that rolled out and walked below the platform, leaving only Meow alone to face the five zombies.
The people below the platform saw the zombies and were so scared that they almost peed their pants. They all retreated at the same time. For a moment, the people at the back could not see clearly, so they squeezed forward. The people in front were scared and retreated. The people at the front and the back were squeezed together, causing chaos. Cries and curses resounded throughout the center of the gathering place. Only when the armed personnel to maintain order fired a warning shot did it quiet down.
The whole center formed a huge circle. In the center of the circle was a square wooden platform. No one dared to approach within twenty meters of the wooden platform. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a huge ancient coin.
The zombies struggled to get up from the ground. When they got up, Meow Meow, who was standing not far from them, looked at the five zombies with interest. They were all of different heights and shapes.
The zombies got up and smelled Meow's scent. At the same time, they bared their fangs and pounced towards Meow. Meow's eyes swept from left to right and suddenly rushed towards the leftmost zombie. The zombie suddenly stretched out its claws and tried to grab Meow. Seeing that Meow was about to crash into the zombie's arms, countless people below the platform gasped. Meow lowered his head and dodged the zombie's arms. He arrived behind the zombie. The zombie missed. Before it could turn around, a wooden stick hit the back of the zombie's head.
The people below the platform were quite far away. They could only see the wooden stick hit the zombie's head, but they couldn't hear any sound. The zombie was like a fallen wooden stake, falling straight to the ground.
Just at the beginning, the child on the stage neatly killed a zombie. The people below couldn't help but cheer. The cheers were still floating in the air. Four zombies surrounded Meow Meow, and it looked like Meow Meow was about to be surrounded.
Seeing this, everyone's hearts were in their mouths. Meow wasn't a coward who would run away when he saw zombies. Although he was facing them alone, he wouldn't panic. The zombies surrounded her, but Meow didn't move. It seemed like she was waiting for the zombies to surround her. The zombies came one after another. When the first zombie jumped in front of her, she whipped the wooden stick in her hand. When the zombie's arms were broken, Meow bent down and swept the wooden stick across the ground. This time, the wooden stick hit a zombie's calf. The zombie's legs were broken, and it rolled on the ground.
In less than three seconds, Meow dealt with two zombies at the same time. The people below the platform were ready to cheer again. When the two zombies got closer to Meow, they all stopped, waiting to see how Meow would deal with them.
Meow stood up and swung the wooden stick upwards. The head of the stick whistled through the air and hit the zombie's chin. The zombie's chin was smashed by the huge force, and it flipped backwards. The rolling zombie fell far away. Meow turned to face the last zombie that could still fight …
The rest of the zombies were killed by Meow effortlessly. The people below the platform dropped their jaws. After Meow, the person on the platform changed. It was just an ordinary man, wearing a militia uniform. His face was skinny, and he looked malnourished. The thin man was a native of the gathering place. Three hundred people were killed in the camp some time ago. He went to carry the corpses and accepted Zhang Huai'an's recruitment as a militia. It didn't take long for some of the people in the gathering place to recognize him. Not long ago, he could only stand and watch like them.
The militia was a little shy, especially when he stood on the platform in front of so many people. His body was tense, and he didn't know which leg to walk with. He walked with a hop, looking like a duck walking.
The people below the platform didn't laugh at him, nor did they whisper to each other. They knew who the man on the platform was. Not long ago, he was just a poor person like them. The traces of hunger hadn't completely disappeared from his body. Looking at this person, they felt like they were looking at themselves.
The platform had already been cleaned up. The only things left on the platform were the militia, a sword and a shield on the ground. The militia picked up the sword and shield and held it tightly. The steel shield was placed in front of his chest. With the sword and shield in his hand, the militia seemed to have changed into a different person. The shyness on his face disappeared and was replaced with determination. He raised his head and looked below the platform.
There was a military vehicle parked not far from the platform. Beside the military vehicle stood Yang Ke-er. Yang Ke-er was playing with her fingers out of boredom. Seeing that the preparation on the platform was complete, she casually picked up a large sack by her feet. She untied the rope on the sack and threw it towards the platform like she was throwing a pillow. The sack spun and danced in the air. It really looked like a pillow filled with straw. It looked light and powerless.
When the sack landed on the ground, a loud bang was heard. A large hole appeared on the floor of the square platform, and the scattered wood fragments fell in all directions.
"Roar!"
A loud cry came from the sack. Following that, a burly, muscular D-type zombie popped its head out of the sack. Seeing this zombie, most of the people's legs went soft and they sat on the ground. For a moment, the crowd was filled with the stench of urine and feces.