Father's love is something that is difficult to describe in words. It belongs to the spiritual level and can only be experienced when you start a family and have your own children.
Zhao Yunhai was now fearless. Acheng's fearful face reminded him of his daughter.
For a time, all kinds of happy fragments from the past flashed through his mind like a slideshow, but all of them became increasingly faded due to the invasion of zombies. This was something Zhao Yunhai, a father, could not tolerate. matter.
His eyes quickly glanced at the other end of the courtyard. Due to the movement at the main entrance, a large number of zombies were pouring in towards the gap in the main entrance. This caused the emptiness of the corpse walls on both sides of the courtyard. And this gave Zhao Yunhai the opportunity to break through.
With this in mind, Zhao Yunhai looked for the right opportunity, then waited for the truck to continue to retreat at a slow speed for a certain distance, then decisively shifted back to the front gear, and then quickly turned left. While waiting for the turn, he stepped on the accelerator with his right foot and immediately shouted loudly. To: "Everyone! Sit tight and hold on tight!"
crazy! Almost suicidal madness!
Almost as soon as Zhao Yunhai finished speaking, the truck rushed forward according to the iron railing. Although the speed of the truck did not completely increase, without the large cargo blocked by zombies, its fierce momentum was still quite strong.
Sure enough, there was another loud noise as usual, and the truck roared, directly knocking the iron fence on the west side away.
The broken iron fence "wailed" miserably. After flying a long distance, it fell to the ground under the obstruction of the opposite wall and became a pile of scrap metal.
Of course, the forces acting on each other are mutual. Even if the iron fence was hit so badly, the consequences for the truck are also predictable.
The cockpit was covered with shattered glass. Acheng and Zhao Yunhai both suffered varying degrees of cuts during the impact. Fortunately, the characteristics of the front windshield did not cause fatal injuries to them. .
Shaking his slightly confused head, Zhao Yunhai quickly returned to the right direction, and at the same time, a worried voice came from his ears:
"Uncle Zhao, Acheng, how are you doing?"
"Old Zhao, is Chengzi okay?"
"It's okay! It's okay!" Lao Zhao quickly lowered the car window, stretched out his sweaty left hand, waved it twice in the air, and then retracted it.
Because the truck seemed to have some malfunctions under the impact just now, the body of the truck was constantly bumping, so Zhao Yunhai had to work hard to avoid an accident.
The group of corpses were still following closely behind, but their two small legs could not catch up with the big cargo that was gradually increasing in speed.
Although there are one or two evolved "runners" in their queue, they are still far from the absolute speed.
The car slowly slowed down in front of a residential house a hundred meters away from the building, and then a black shadow flashed out.
Seeing the figure climbing up, Tang Xiaoquan suddenly remembered that Wu Chao existed on his side.
"Is everyone okay? I'm almost worried to death when I look at NM! How could it happen like this? No one was injured, right?" As soon as he got in the car, Wu Chao kept asking a lot of questions like a mother.
It's just that the people who were about to escape from the hands of the god of death really didn't want to answer his questions. Only Hu Xiaodong waved his hands symbolically and replied, "Don't worry, we are fine!"
Objectively speaking, this operation was a failure. Although the survivors had made sufficient estimates and preparations in advance, the sudden change almost killed their entire team.
The car slowly drove out of the village. When the wooden sign marked "TL Village" passed diagonally in front of his eyes, Tang Xiaoquan finally collapsed on the car board with relief.
"Escape from death" is his most real feeling. Although he has had this feeling more than once, each time it seems that he has a deeper understanding of the so-called "living".
What is the purpose of living?
In this apocalyptic world, you have to be frightened every day, without enough food or clothing, and death is always around you like a nightmare. You never know when its high-raised sickle will fall!
Is living just to endure these tortures and fears?
Is the purpose of living just to collect food and drink supplies?
Is living just to witness the demise of mankind?
If so, what's the point of living? !
Tang Xiaoquan closed his eyes helplessly and lowered his head. The successive tests of life and death made him question "living".
The scorching sun was scorching overhead as usual, and it showed no mercy to these miserable survivors.
Hu Xiaodong glanced at the dejected companions at the back of the car, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.
Obviously staying silent was the best option at this time, but considering the amount of water consumed by everyone's bodies, to be on the safe side, he picked up a backpack and opened it.
Browsing past the milk powder and other supplies, Hu Xiaodong touched two iron cans. When he took them out, he saw that they were imported beer.
As for what was written in the pile of foreign codes above, Hu Xiaodong had no intention of paying attention. He took a can for himself, put it in his hand twice, and shouted to Wang Qiang who was opposite him in a deep voice: "Hey! Qiang!" Son! Follow this!"
The tin can drew a shallow arc in the air, and finally fell steadily into Wang Qiang's hands.
"Open him! Take a sip!"
Wang Qiang felt his hands sink. He lowered his eyebrows and saw that it was beer. He didn't hesitate. He subconsciously opened the mouth of the bottle, then raised his head and took a sip without saying a word.
The clear wine flowed down his throat, nourishing all the organs in its path. Although this thing could not replenish much water for him, the refreshing effect still made Wang Qiang's confused and confused brain feel comfortable. few.
"It's great!" He shouted from the bottom of his heart. That's what Wang Qiang is good about. He rarely cares about something for too long, so under the influence of alcohol, his mood seems to It's no longer as heavy as before.
The biggest advantage of having people like Wang Qiang in the team is to adjust the atmosphere. After all, emotions are contagious. If a team is full of people with persistent and delicate emotions, it will easily become decadent because of something.
So the team needs someone who can turn things around when the whole team is depressed.
And Wang Qiang is undoubtedly the best candidate!
"I'll take it! This wine is so damn strong! Come on, Quanzi! Take a sip!" He raised his hand and handed the beer to Tang Xiaoquan. The latter glanced hesitantly, but before he could react, Wang Qiang's joking words were Coming soon:
"I'm going! What are you doing! It's so deep! What's wrong? Are you scared? Oh, why don't you come to your brother Wang's arms for safety?"
He let out a sigh of relief, and had to say that his brother's heart was really big enough. Tang Xiaoquan grabbed the beer, then raised his head and took a sip, then turned his head and looked at his brother with a sinister smile: "You have a lot of energy, I think I'll leave you here. You can just run back by yourself, it will also save you some fuel, what do you think?"
"agree!"
"Little Tang Yingming!"
"What a great idea! Oil is valuable now!"
"Qiangzi! Just make some contribution to the party and the country!"
Ha ha ha ha……
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