Feeling the coldness coming from his ankles, a chill ran down Hu Xiaodong's back.
He instinctively turned sideways, raised his feet and angrily stepped down towards the black corpse hand.
There is no doubt that this kick is a matter of life and death, so one can imagine the force Hu Xiaodong exerted while being shocked.
Almost instantly, a large piece of the skin surface of the corpse hand was deeply pinched, as if it was run over by a heavily armored tank. If you listen closely, you can even hear the sound of broken bones.
Faced with such a ferocious attack, if it were to happen to an ordinary person, even if you were lucky enough to escape the fate of a broken bone, you would still be unable to bear the pain that goes deep into your bone marrow.
But are zombies ordinary people? Obviously not, these beasts are not even human beings.
So what are they? They are the messengers of hell and the representatives of death.
They do not and cannot feel the so-called pain, fear, pity and other insignificant emotions, so this is destined to be their title of perfect killing machine.
The corpse's hands were still tightly bound to Hu Xiaodong's ankle, and even though his metacarpal bones were shattered, there was no sign of loosening.
Not only that, but his figure slowly climbed to the edge of the shampooing chair.
There is only one last option left!
With a stern expression, Hu Xiaodong drew the 5-foot-long knife with his back hand, and the silver-white blade immediately glowed with a cold light.
At this juncture, all actions are out of survival instinct.
The neurons all over the body drove Hu Xiaodong to raise the cold knife high, and then made him slash down with thunderous force.
The blade of the blade is full of energy, cutting through the air, making a subtle sound of breaking through the air, and soon you can clearly hear the sound of the blade tip cracking bones.
"Crack!" The result was obvious. Under the cutting of the sharp blade, the corpse's hand was cut off from the arm and wrist without any accident, and handfuls of black viscous liquid splashed all over the ground.
Hu Xiaodong was kneeling on the shampoo chair, panting heavily, his dark face covered with beads of sweat like streams of water.
He had never felt so tired before, not even when he was training on the plateau.
It's just that God didn't seem to have any intention of pitying this down-and-out young man, because just as he raised the knife and cut off the corpse's hand, the wooden door he faced finally fell under the continuous flow of corpses. Under the attack, it completely shattered into wood slag.
The corpses rushed in, and even if some of their companions fell down, they could not stop their progress.
"Fuck you!" Hu Xiaodong couldn't help but yell. Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many storms during this period, so his originally flustered heart unexpectedly felt a rare calmness.
It's a pity that this calm came and went even faster. The oppressive roar of the zombies instantly plunged him into the boundless hell again.
With life and death at stake, regardless of anything else, Hu Xiaodong threw the machete in his hand with all his strength.
The machete spun twice in the air, then hit the head of a zombie and fell down.
After removing all the weight, Hu Xiaodong repeated the action of jumping out of the window and onto the wall, and he knew very well that this would be his last chance, so...
unsuccessful! Then become benevolent!
He stepped hard on the chair with his right foot, and the strong recoil pushed Hu Xiaodong into the air. He grabbed the wall with quick eyes and hands, and then stabilized his body steadily.
"Brother Hu! Quick, quick, quick!"
Four people, four pairs of hands, except for Wu Chao who was in charge of guarding, Wang Tang Wendu, the four of them stretched out their arms almost at the same time.
Because, from their perspective, they could clearly see that at this moment, right behind Hu Xiaodong, a large group of zombies looked bloodthirsty on their faces and attacked him with their arms stretched out.
There can be no pause, pause means death!
Hu Xiaodong naturally knew this truth. He subconsciously took a breath and jumped up again.
At the speed of life and death, Hu Xiaodong had just tied his hands to the wall when the sharp claws whizzed past behind him and attacked.
"What a risk!" Tang Xiaoquan couldn't help but feel a cold sweat for the man in front of him. Perhaps the latter didn't know that just one step at night would completely change his destiny.
Together they pulled the weak Hu Xiaodong up the wall, and everyone who was frightened finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother Hu, drink some water!" Acheng thoughtfully handed over the mineral water that had been prepared. Hu Xiaodong poured it down without saying a word.
"What should we do next?" Wenquan Xin asked absentmindedly while staring at the growing number of zombies gathering under the wall.
Yes, what to do! As the water entered his stomach, Hu Xiaodong's messy thoughts gradually became aware of the new problem.
They are currently located on a stone wall about 3 meters high.
The stone wall extends from left to right, just enough to encircle a street.
For survivors, this high wall is undoubtedly a natural barrier between them and the walking dead.
So as long as they stay up there and don't go down, unless the zombies learn techniques such as building a human wall or climbing, they will be completely unable to touch the survivors.
However, this situation can only exist in theory. After all, people are not wood. They have to eat, drink, and sleep, so they cannot stay in one place for a long time like wood.
What's more, this place is only as wide as a pair of shoes, so there's a risk of falling if you're not careful.
In this regard, Hu Xiaodong really had no choice. The excessive physical and mental exertion had made this man unable to think about the problem normally.
He almost subconsciously shifted his gaze to the figure beside him, and then asked lightly: "Xiao Tang, do you have any ideas?"
For a moment, Tang Xiaoquan's blurred eyes gradually became clear. He said an inexplicable "Huh?" at first, and then came back to his senses and said: "Uh~ Well, I looked carefully. The high wall is 50 meters north. It’s only about 100 meters to the intersection, which is the commercial street we just passed by, and it’s almost 100 meters to the south to the intersection, so what I personally mean is..."
At this point, Hu Xiaodong had roughly understood the basis for Tang Xiaoquan's inference.
There is no doubt that the length of the high wall is limited and it is not enough to support survivors to move to a relatively safe position.
As for the situation on the north and south sides, although the situation in the south is unknown, compared to the zombies gathering in the commercial street 50 meters to the north, Hu Xiaodong is obviously more willing to lead everyone to try their luck in the south.
I hope God can open your eyes!
Praying devoutly in his heart, Hu Xiaodong took the compound bow from Wu Chao's hand, then waved his hand and said: "Okay! Let's do as Xiao Tang said and go south!!"
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