Chapter 6: Broken starry sky

"Hey, this Russian fat pig is at least 240 pounds, one for the other two, enough for those zombies!"
Two prisoners came out of the opposite team, carefully watching Qin Lun and moving the body of Chekhov. One person dragged one foot and threw him to the corner of the ramp and the base hall, where there were numerous zombies, surrounded by the bodies of three federal soldiers.
After the addition of Chekhov, the four bodies were able to block the crossroads of about seven meters and block the corpses. Seeing hundreds of zombies in the mouth of the road, the prisoners no longer delay the time, automatically split into two teams, and struggled to push the iron gate of the base.
In addition to the serious injury to the calf, unable to force Qin Lun, even Lin Feng and Xiao Lian also joined the team at this time to work hard for their survival.

Hey!
The iron door pulley made a harsh metal friction, and the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open and slipped to both sides.
"Push it open, push it away!" The prisoners shouted excitedly, and the cheers were filled with the joy of escape.
"This...here...what is it?" Just after everyone saw the scene outside the iron gate, the smiles just stuck in the face, and the eyes were unstoppable!
Outside the subway gate, it is not the virgin forest of Daxing'anling. The gaze is everywhere. It is full of Gobi Desert. The weird rocky cliffs are like monsters. They lie between this uninhabited world. The western desert of the United States of America in the old century.
In the new century, due to the development of science and technology, in addition to a small number of virgin forests and bipolar ice sheets, the deserts and wastelands of the old era have been environmentally modified to accommodate more and more people. Similar to the desolate Gobi wilderness in front of us, people can only see it from ancient photographs.
However, this is not the most amazing place. The strangest thing is that a few kilometers away from them, there is a fault in the entire continent. In front of the continental fault is a vast expanse of the universe, a quiet and deep starry sky, dotted with stars that are extinguished at the time.
However, carefully looking at these stars, these stars do not seem to be a huge planet, but a suspended continent of varying sizes, each with a spherical orange mask.
The distant suspended continent is like a firefly. The nearest suspended continent is as large as a grinding disc. The mountains and rivers above are clearly distinguishable.
The exits of their bases are located in the air, at least 30 meters from the ground. Apparently, the underground building of the 91-zone base rose to the Gobi ground, and the ramp exit, which was originally flush with the ground, was placed in the air.
No wonder those who die will become zombies! No wonder the particle guns in the hands of the federal soldiers will fail! It's no wonder that modern instruments in the base will be completely unusable! It turns out that this is not the earth at all. It seems that even the laws of science are different from the earth!
The prisoners soon realized that the Gobi desert in the 91st federal base was estimated to be a suspended continent. A very small number of them have already thought of the spherical space-time field above the base of the 91 district. Their current situation must be related to the transmission of time and space, that is, they do not know where the entire base was transmitted.
"This is not the earth, where are we?" A prisoner who had come back to God, exclaimed.
"The four bodies were eaten clean by the corpse, and the exit of the safe passage was blocked. What should I do?"
"Climb down! If you climb down, you will have a way to live!"
The prisoners quickly realized that they couldn't blink here, sit and wait, and several dying prisoners immediately squatted on the outer wall of the base exit and climbed down.
Fortunately, the basement of the base seems to be piled up on the Gobi along with the surrounding rocky soil, forming a steep hill and there is also a place to climb.
Lin Feng grabbed the iron bracket to explore the road on the steep "hillside", and Xiaolian followed Qin Lun, who was injured in both legs, behind him. Centered on the underground building in the 91st district, the
hill
attached to the rocky soil is not naturally formed, and many places are soft.
The height of more than 30 meters is not high, but once you step on the air and fall off the steep slope, it is definitely a life of nine deaths. They didn't want to escape the zombie's mouth and fell to the deserted Gobi Desert.
Without the threat of corpses, the small team of prisoners temporarily formed has been completely disbanded. All survivors, including the Qin Lun three, currently have twelve people left.
These twelve people are based on the "dissection" Qin Lun, "disciple" Hansen, "Shepherd" Hill, "Fireworks" Rand, "Clown" Grant five super murderers, each composed only two or three Small group of people.
This is not because prisoners are not willing to unite in this strange world, but it is difficult to achieve mutual trust between each other. The five murderers have more or less psychological problems, and the idea is hard to speculate. It is not a normal person at all. Even if they are forced to rely on their other prisoners, they are not willing to be too close to them.
Twenty minutes later, with the help of Xiaolian, Qin Lun finally got to the ground. Stepping on the gravel of the Gobi desert, a warm rise from the sole. Looking around, there are terracotta rock cliffs everywhere, except for the wind and the wind whistling from time to time, the entire Gobi is dead, there is no sign of life.
Although there is no sun on the top of the head, the orange-yellow mask that hangs over the continents emits intense light and heat, and everyone is lethargic. The three Qin Lun found a huge rock under the base, sitting in the leeward, taking a rest.
"Can we go back?" Xiaolian hugged her knees, her head lowered, and her shoulders sobbed.
Lin Feng silently, his face tilted his head and looked extremely depressed. He confirmed a bad news from the mouths of several prisoners, and his father had passed away. In the control hall of the base, the prisoners saw a zombie wearing a military uniform, and the general of the base had only one father.
Qin Lun gently closed his eyes and greedily breathed the warm, dry and fresh air. For him, as long as he can be free, the earth is no different from this strange world. The only concern in his heart is the sister who separated from childhood.
Since that incident, he has had no news of his sister for more than a decade. Perhaps letting my sister stay away from herself and taking on the happiness of two people alone is the best choice. As for the ones who carry dozens of lives, no matter what the truth of the matter, they have already embarked on the fate of the murderer, and can no longer look back.
In the thoughts of Qin Si, Qin Lun suddenly moved, spread his right hand, staring at the black oval pattern of the palm. After killing Chekhov and gaining the cool breath, the oval pattern has been continually moving. The cool breath seems to be the source of the oval pattern, like blood, and it circulates throughout the body.
Every cycle will make this breath weaken by one point, and it is now invisible. However, every time this breath is weakened, the fatigue and pain in his body will disappear a little. The body seems to have a new power, and even the leg injuries seem to be rapidly improving. It seems that this cool breath is good for him, and he is slowly strengthening his physique.
Qin Lun curiously extended his left thumb and rubbed on the oval pattern, wanting to feel the rhythm of the law. But immediately, his eyes widened and his heart twitched. In his deep consciousness, a black simple tablet appeared, and even the styles were exactly the same as the "death list" for storing his own data.
With the re-emergence of the "death list", the oval pattern of Qin Lun's right palm has also changed, and turned into a little girl. And in the eyes of the skull, there are still two scarlet smoldering lights.
"You look at it, what is there?" Just as Qin Lun wanted to use the consciousness to find out the "death list", the ear heard a shout from a prisoner in the distance.
Qin Lun’s attention was scattered, and the
death list
in the depths of consciousness was quietly retired. Shaking his head, he stood up and looked into the distance.
I saw a dark line in the Gobi that was more than ten kilometers away from the base building. In just a few minutes, the black line became a dust dragon composed of sand, which came from far to near.
"It's the indigenous creature of this world!" The disciple Hansen changed his face~EbookFREE.me~ shouted at all the prisoners.
As a mercenary, he has identified that this is not a natural phenomenon, but is caused by a large number of objects that travel extremely fast. For example: galloping horses, the ranks of mechanical vehicles, and so on.
The prisoners, who were scattered all over, quickly ran towards the central position. At this time, whether they are willing or not, they must unite to face the next unknown fate.
When the prisoners gathered again, the dust dragon opposite seemed to have discovered their existence, and turned an arc in the Gobi and went straight to them.
"This is... locomotive?" When the dusty dragon came to the front, the prisoners were shocked to discover that this was actually a fleet of dozens of various locomotives.
These locomotives come in all sorts and there is no uniform style. Some are similar to the two-wheeled motorcycles of the old century of the earth, and there are also technologically advanced single-wheeled roller vehicles. There are also some crawler locomotives, and even at the end of the team, everyone has seen a giant multi-wheeled car with a spider-like appearance.
Since they are organic cars, are they smart lives? The prisoners gathered again, and the vigilance in their hearts has risen to the highest point.
"Hey!" A four-wheeled vehicle emerged from the crowd, stopped in front of the prisoners, jumped into the humanoid creatures from the car, and walked toward them in a big way.
Its whole body is hidden in the hood cloak, and a pair of thick locomotive sunglasses almost cover most of the face. Behind him was a giant gun with a bell mouth. Two ~ bullets were hung on the shoulders, squatting on the shoulders, shaking one step at a time, and the whole body exuded a tyrant of whoever gave me.
But, but... why... its chin is just enough to reach everyone's calf knees!
Looking at the domineering side of the pocket car party, all prisoners have a kind of ridiculous comedy!