Hearing Mu Peipei's words, Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned. He had killed a thousand people during the day, but he did not think much about it. He only had one thought, and that was to prevent the other hundred thousand people from making a ruckus. He could suppress a few thousand people, but no one could suppress a hundred thousand people. He wanted to use the blood of a few thousand people to make the other hundred thousand people afraid, and let them know the consequences of making a ruckus.
When he really started to let his imagination run wild, it was after killing the zombies. Thousands of corpses piled up and formed a huge pile of corpses. It was a huge blow to him and his subordinates. Even though Zhang Xiao Qiang had killed a lot of people, he still couldn't bear it. Furthermore, it was the first time many of his subordinates had killed someone. Therefore, Zhang Xiao Qiang used women to comfort his subordinates, hoping that they could recover quickly to deal with the zombies.
However, the blood of the thousands of people made Zhang Xiaoqiang make a decision. He decided to bring the rest of the people out. What kind of disaster would it be if a hundred thousand people were eaten by zombies? Moreover, how many zombies could be evolved into evolved zombies, and how many evolved zombies could be evolved into type 2 or type 3?
The river of blood of the thousands of people also made Zhang Xiaoqiang understand the cruelest rule of the apocalypse. In the battle between humans and zombies, humans would rather die in the hands of humans and burn them to ashes than leave them for the zombies. The human population itself was a resource for the development of the zombies. Any human eaten by the zombies would be used to support the enemy.
Zhang Xiaoqiang could not kill a hundred thousand people, so he had no choice but to bring these people away. At the same time, he had to buy as much time as possible for the migration of the people. Perhaps, tomorrow would be the last day to see the results.
"I didn't think much before I killed them, really, I just thought they were zombies, but after I killed them, I realized I was wrong. Humans can never be compared to zombies. Seeing so many corpses, I kept asking myself, did I really do it?
Did I really kill these people? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind seemed to have returned to the time when he saw the countless corpses floating in the river of blood. He could not help but speak out his thoughts at that time. Zhang Xiaoqiang's words made Mu Peipei feel strange. Could it be that the man in front of her was not used to being bloodthirsty?
Why did he have these thoughts? Or was it that this man didn't want to be the ambitious person she had imagined?
"Don't doubt me. If it was a year ago, I wouldn't have believed that I would be able to reach this point. I wouldn't have believed that I would be able to kill tens of thousands of people. In this post-apocalyptic world, to be able to kill so many people at once, I'm the only one who can do it.
… "
When Zhang Xiaoqiang said this, he did not know what to feel. In the post-apocalyptic world, there were not many people left. Although he had killed them to save 100,000 people, he knew that it was for himself. 100,000 people was not the reason. He had thought of giving up before, but the blood of thousands of people had awakened him.
Mu Peipei looked strangely at Zhang Xiaoqiang. In a short period of time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood had changed several times. It was very unstable. His eyes were sometimes ruthless, sometimes sharp, and at this moment, he was filled with confusion. If it was not for Zhang Xiaoqiang's clear thinking and orderly speech, she would have thought that the man in front of her was a madman.
After saying his thoughts after killing people, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly wanted to drink. He got up and walked to Mu Peipei's side. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly walking to her side, Mu Peipei was scared and stood up. She quickly distanced herself from Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care about Mu Peipei's nervousness. To be precise, he directly ignored her. He rummaged under the bed for a long time and found an old black wine jar.
Seeing the wine jar, Mu Peipei was a little surprised. She was not an inexperienced person. She had seen all kinds of things. As soon as she saw the wine jar in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, she knew that the wine was not simple. "Pa-da …" Zhang Xiaoqiang pried open the mud seal, and the whole tent was suddenly filled with a strong wine fragrance.
The wine fragrance was strong, but not choking. Mu Peipei's delicate nose could smell the precipitation of the artistic conception in the wine fragrance. It was the precipitation of history. Just smelling the fragrance, Mu Peipei's whole spirit was refreshed, and she said in her heart: "Century-Old Fenjiu."
"My men found it. They said it was an antique. I don't know how much it is worth. They said that in the past, it could be sold for at least hundreds of thousands. However, these things are cheap for me …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang held a big wine jar of 15 jin and said to himself. He was annoyed by Mu Peipei. He just wanted to drink and didn't want to think about those troubles anymore.
Seeing the wine in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, Mu Peipei had a plan in her mind. As the deputy director of the reception office, she had a good capacity for alcohol. She knew that the wine table was the best place to talk. As long as she could make Zhang Xiaoqiang nod and let the women's camp remove the wall, what was a little wine?
"This is a rare century-old Fenjiu. Zhang Xiaoqiang, do you mind if I accompany you to taste the wine?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang just wanted to drink a few mouthfuls to untie the knot in his heart. But when he heard Mu Peipei's words, he looked up and saw Mu Peipei's bright and clear eyes. He didn't care and nodded.
Mu Peipei was a master of wine. She basically drank all the wine in her cup. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't drink before. He drank with Mu Peipei and drank a few cups of wine. When the wine went down his stomach, the wine rushed to his head and he spoke more. The words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time involuntarily came out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang used to be a nobody. He was an otaku who had been eliminated by society. He only cared about his own small world. After the apocalypse, in order to survive, he was forced to this day step by step. Countless life and death experiences made him slowly change from an otaku to a leader. However, only Zhang Xiaoqiang knew the difficulties.
Zhang Xiao Qiang was able to get to where he was today not only because of his strength and luck, but also because of his determination. Sometimes, he would hesitate in his heart. He had succeeded, but he had also made mistakes. He was not a talented person who took every possibility into account. The more power he had, the greater the pressure he had to bear. Many times, he wondered what it would be like if he stayed in the base and did not come out.
At least, he didn't have to face the attacks of millions of zombies.
Unconsciously, Zhang Xiaoqiang spoke more and more. Except for a few of his secrets, he almost told her everything he had experienced before and after the apocalypse.
Listening to Zhang Xiaoqiang talk about his experience, Mu Peipei felt like she was listening to a legendary story. An otaku, and an old otaku at that, could actually survive the first three months after the apocalypse. Moreover, it was in the city. This in itself was not a small miracle. It should be known that surviving in the city and surviving in the colony were two different concepts.
Zhang Xiaoqiang talked about his fear after killing zombies for cabbages, the excitement after finding food, and the fear of encountering mutant beasts for the first time. Everything was naturally said by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The more Mu Peipei listened, the brighter her eyes became, because Zhang Xiaoqiang had revealed another world to her, the world of zombies and the world of mutant beasts.
The people in the colony didn't know much about the outside world, and no one could be like Zhang Xiaoqiang. In addition to training, Zhang Xiaoqiang could only admire zombies as entertainment. Through his close observation of zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang was able to lift the mysterious veil of zombies, which was a great achievement in itself. This also laid a solid foundation for Zhang Xiaoqiang to survive in the wild in the future.
Listening to Zhang Xiaoqiang's narration, Mu Peipei drank cup after cup of Fenjiu. Zhang Xiaoqiang's experience was stronger than any dishes. Zhang Xiaoqiang spoke while drinking, and drank slower than Mu Peipei who only drank without talking. Unknowingly, two to three liters of baijiu were drunk by the two of them, and most of it was drunk by Mu Peipei.
Zhang Xiao Qiang had evolved a few times, and his alcohol tolerance had increased as well. After drinking a liter of white wine, other than feeling Mu Peipei's white jade-like face becoming rosier, there weren't any other side effects. He just wanted to talk, so he talked about the chicken farm, the hot spring base, and from the hot spring base, he talked about how he had burned a hundred thousand zombies to death. He even talked about the story of the 2 unknown machine gunners, causing Mu Peipei's eyes to light up, and the speed at which she poured wine became faster and faster.
Both of them were evolvers, so it was not a big deal for them to drink three to five bottles of baijiu, but the hundred-year-old Fenjiu was different. Baijiu was poured into bottles, and each bottle was a liter. How much they drank could be determined by counting the bottles, but it was not possible to tell how much they drank in a big vat that could hold 15 liters of baijiu. The level in the vat slowly decreased, and their eyes became more and more blurred …