Vol 2 Chapter 419: Clean up

Going up to the wall, the eye of the night is across the river. Countless corpses are scenting and scenting. It’s just a sigh of relief. However, these days, every day, this smell is fighting, so Zhang Xiaoqiang is not as Smoked can not find the north and south, of course, every day does not mean that Zhang Xiaoqiang smells habits, was scented by a scent, Zhang Xiaoqiang repeatedly stepped back, turned to the wall, spit a few mouthfuls of water in the direction of the gathering.
After the spit, Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the tears in his eyes and said: "Fortunately, I didn't have breakfast, or I ate it..."
Under the corpse mountain is the corpse river. The whole river is covered with zombies. Numerous corpses have been extended from the foot of the corpse to the wall. There are also many zombies on the wall. After the first floor is completely lost, it is layered. The zombies raised the four-meter-high wall by more than six meters. Some zombies had begun to rot, and the rotten corpses went straight to the wall. On these bodies, countless ragged men took tools to get a zombie body down the wall. .
The people below were cleaning up the wall, and Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the wall and looked at them. Although their identity was different, Zhang Xiaoqiang, like them, surrounded the nose and mouth with cloth. Obviously, everyone was afraid of the stench.
The wall is not just a corpse, but there are countless zombies who have been struck by bones. They can’t die in vain. These zombies are covered under layers of corpses. When they are exposed, they are exposed to the people around them, making intimidation. At that time, an exclamation, then all kinds of iron hoes fell to their heavenly cover.
Whenever there are half dead zombies exposed, needless to say, the crowds around are coming forward, all kinds of iron shovel irons, rafts will knock on the top of the zombies, unconsciously, the survivors below are clearing the remaining When I was a zombie, I was no longer afraid as I used to. Sometimes I had a zombie luck, I was crushed, and I was not injured. When I got up, the people around me didn’t run away, and the guy shouted and screamed at the zombies. Killed.
Seeing these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang secretly nodded, the following people can be used, if you find a safe place to rest, they will be reared up for a while, thousands of elites who can use cold weapons to kill the enemy will come out.
Cleaning up the zombies is a thrilling and disgusting job. No one is willing to talk. They are working hard, and when they are behind, more and more people can’t stand this repression. One of them talks about themselves. .
"When are so many zombies killed? Can you clean up the wall? There are a lot of walls, more in the middle of the river, and hills stacked on the other side of the river. It’s better to have so many tens of thousands of zombies. I don’t know the black light bonfire last night. How is it played..."
The man was twenty-five and six years old. He was as hungry as everyone else. Under the sleeves of his arm, a pair of lean, hemp-like arms held a wooden scorpion and smashed the zombies under his feet to the outside of the wall.
"You will count, I really don't know how many tens of thousands of you got it. There are tens of thousands of bodies under our feet. There are tens of thousands of rivers over ten meters wide. There are dozens of corpses on the other side. Wan, don't tell me that you dropped out of school in the second grade..."
The people around him ridiculed him and added irony. This person is not in a hurry, but he is scared by the words of others:
"Oh, hundreds of thousands. If I used to put it in the past, I am afraid that blood will flow into a river. Fortunately, those things are no longer human..."
The people who cleared the zombies below were a little more active. They screamed on the wall and listened to the people below. They talked about their views. Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to people’s gossip and looked at the zombies on the river. The decay rate is very fast. If it is long, the zombies will become a pile of white bones. However, the river has been filled with white bones. If the zombies come back before the bridge is repaired, they can't expect the river to become a blockage again.
For a few kilometers of rivers that could not be seen by the water, Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply weak. The river was outside the wall. He did not dare to remove the wall and let the construction vehicles such as excavators go outside the wall to clean the river.
Unable to think about it, I don't have to think about it anymore. Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed his gaze at the corpse in front of him. He wanted to find a way to flatten the corpse, at least to clean up the shooting. The corpse was really a small mountain range. From the peak to the foot of the mountain, the zombies piled up, and numerous claws and calves were like the vegetation of the mountain. The squares were scattered in the corpse, and occasionally white bones were seen, and the decaying dark green solution flowed between the bones.
The peak of the corpse is slightly flat, and numerous zombies fall on the top of each other. If there are no old trees, they are entangled, and there are countless zombies in the middle. These zombies are broken bones, and they are not dead, they are finally struggling. The unlucky ones abandoned by the Z-type zombies have not been threatened, so that even a bullet in the gathering place is not willing to waste, let them struggle in the corpse.
From the corpse peak, the corpse is gradually wide, and at the foot of the mountain, the layers of zombies will accumulate a height of three or five meters. Among them, half dead zombies can be seen everywhere, and a half-dead zombie is like a black locust. .
Almost fifteen meters of corpse is a hurdle in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. Too many zombies die is not a good thing. Countless corpses have not only affected the zombie sea, but also affected the gathering place. At least, their shooting range is unknown. Can only shoot zombies in the vicinity, once forced by the corpse tide, it means that it is likely to be dragged down by the zombies, the most dangerous.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed softly, which made him a headache too much. If the gasoline was not enough, he would have burned the entire corpse.
It happens that more than Zhang Xiaoqiang is in the heart, and the survivors who cleaned the zombies below are also in the heart.
"You said that the body on the wall is clear, throw it down, but the zombies below do this? The whole article is filled up. If we go down to clean up, when will it be cleaned up?"
A man suddenly said this, other people did not speak, the environment on the wall was bad, they smoked their desire to die, they could clean the wall, and it was their limit to get ten kilograms of rice, if They went down to clean up the zombies and gave them more rice. They would only feel that they were not as good as death.
"You have to do so much, we just need to do what we have to do. We shouldn't care about what we are worried about. It is what we should think about, and we must pay attention to our identity."
One person said this, pulling a corpse under his feet to the wall, squatting down, his face dark and inky, he is not a fool, naturally knowing that the zombies are coming again, the wall may not be able to stop anyway, the wall block Can't live, they can't live, think upset~EbookFREE.me~ simply blame the guy who will talk about it.
Silence again, and each of them does their own work, but some people live in the heart, and the zombies will come again. This is what is said above. Before the zombies come again, there will be a gap in the second battle of the gathering place and the zombies. In the middle, there is a time lag, and no more zombies can fill the full circle. If you are lucky, you can always avoid the zombie's front. No matter how good or bad, a small life can at least be saved.
Some people in their minds are trying to escape from the gathering place, others are working quietly, they are not willing to think more, just want to earn enough rice to let them have a full meal, anyway, even if they die, they can also fall into a deadly Identity.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw this and knew that he couldn’t think of it when he stayed. The body was really sleepy. He turned and wanted to go back to the camp to get a good night's sleep. Others said that at this time, a sentence came from behind the wall behind him to stop him.
"We have a small river ditch there, which is smaller than this river. It is almost filled with various stones. The biggest one is the size of the small car. The smallest one has the size of the fist. There is a mountain flash flood in the summer. Roll it down, if there is a flash flood here, maybe the body below will not be cleaned up, and it will be swept away by the flood..."
The person who said this did not know how much he made a big impression on Zhang Xiaoqiang with a word. The crowd below still spoke:
"The beauty of thinking, there is no rain for half a year, even if it rains, how can it change? The water network is dense here, even if it is the heavy rain like the previous year, it is impossible to form mountain torrents, mountain torrents, mountain torrents, and the ditch of the mountain. Only then, where is the mountain..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped paying attention to those people and turned to the camp. There was some anxiety during the walk. With some trot, Zhang Xiaoqiang was reminded to think of a way to clean the river...