The jumper hung down softly, half of his body hanging on the roof of the car. Looking at what was happening behind the car, Lin Junfu couldn't help but shouted anxiously: "Quick! Close the top door quickly! Quick!"
No wonder Lin Junfu was so anxious, because the thin footsteps coming from the roof of the car were already shaking the car.
At that moment, Wei Dazhuang's eyes widened. After passing the fallen Hu Xiaodong, he took a big step and climbed up the wooden ladder.
After climbing to the top of the ladder, he stretched his hand upwards and pulled the body of the dead body Barb, and the latter fell to the ground abruptly.
After taking care of the dead body, Wei Dazhuang raised his hand again, but before he could touch the handle of the ceiling, a black figure blocked the sunlight on his face.
"Brother Big Strong!"
"Old Wei!"
The exclamations from his companions were enough to indicate the seriousness of the situation.
Wei Dazhuang instinctively wanted to withdraw his arm, but the beast seemed to have already aimed at the target and did not give him a chance to move. He jumped and grabbed his forearm.
Wei Dazhuang could clearly feel the pain of the animal's clasped fingers. If he hadn't been wearing anti-cut clothing and anti-cut condoms, his skin would have been scratched and infected with the virus.
It seems that it is also strange why it cannot tear the skin of the prey into pieces. The "climber" subconsciously wants to bite it, intending to enjoy the fat meal directly.
But it obviously made a mistake in hunting, and if it had been left to others, it might have surrendered and resigned to its fate.
But Wei Dazhuang doesn't. The hatred between him and the zombies is definitely not something outsiders can understand.
As the saying goes, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!
It's hard to tell whether Wei Dazhuang is a brave man, but as long as he is fighting zombies, it makes no difference whether he is a madman or not.
Because normal people fighting zombies mainly rely on registration, but he was willing to fight tooth and nail.
Seeing that the beast's sharp teeth were about to come closer, at the critical moment, Wei Dazhuang did not dodge and stretched out his arms to meet the beast in the direction of its attack.
"Brother Da Zhuang! No!"
"Da Zhuang! Don't be impulsive!"
With Hu Xiaodong approaching, Wang Qiang felt anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
There is no doubt that Wei Dazhuang's actions at this moment are no different from committing suicide. He must have been blinded by hatred and fighting against the beast with an unyielding attitude.
However, due to the sudden incident, everything developed faster than Hu and Wang imagined. Even if they were determined to rescue, it was already too late to do anything alone.
Wei Dazhuang is indeed determined to defeat the enemy. If you want to bite me, I will bite you.
With red eyes, Wei Dazhuang grabbed the beast's collar.
At the same time, the beast's big mouth also bit Wei Dazhuang's arm.
The two phases were entangled together, immediately causing a burst of exclamation from the bottom of the car.
But Wei Dazhuang seemed as if he didn't hear it. He twisted his eyes, and green veins appeared along the surface of his body. With a loud shout, his right arm suddenly pulled down.
"Bang!" The beast was pulled hard and hit the iron plate of the ceiling.
"Come on! Don't you want to eat me? Come on!" After one blow, Wei Dazhuang completely ignored the pain in his forearm, reached out again, and then pulled it down hard.
"Bang!" There was another violent collision.
The beast's head had been cut open, but with his face covered in blood, he still bit Wei Dazhuang's arm tightly.
The battle also entered an anxious state in time. At this time, there was no strategy at all, and there was no sense of beauty.
This battle has completely evolved into a battle of will and belief. To put it bluntly, it is actually a fight between two madmen. The final outcome depends on who can persist more crazy.
Wei Dazhuang made mechanical reciprocating pulling movements one after another, and the beast was hit on the car board like a mallet, making a "bang bang bang" sound.
Blood dripped from the beach, and Wei Dazhuang was soon turned into a bloody man.
10 blows, 20 blows, no one knew the exact number, but looking at the black shadow on the roof of the car that was constantly shattering, all the survivors froze in shock.
Wei Yang protected Fangfang's eyes tightly to prevent the child from being frightened by the bloody scene.
Hu Xiaodong was the first to turn around. He endured the pain in his back and struggled to get up from the ground. Then he slapped Wei Dazhuang's retreat with his palm and shouted loudly: "Okay! Dazhuang! He's dead. ! Close the door quickly!"
Wei Dazhuang was stunned for a moment, and Hu Xiaodong's power was like a thunder hitting the top of Wei Dazhuang's head.
He subconsciously stopped and looked up at the roof of the car that had been smashed by him. Then he pulled it down expressionlessly. After clearing the obstacle, he finally closed the exhaust vent on the roof. .
"Bang!" Wei Dazhuang, who hit the ground hard with his feet and jumped down the wooden ladder, was still at a loss. It was obvious that the battle just now consumed him a lot of energy, so that he seemed to be exhausted and without energy.
Zhang Zhicai hurriedly stepped forward to check his wound, and everyone was extremely nervous waiting for the results.
Who would have thought that just when Zhang Zhicai was about to take off the stab-proof sheath on Wei Dazhuang's wrist, Wei Dazhuang, who was still sluggish, suddenly raised his arms and strangled Zhang Zhicai's neck as if he had been given blood. At the same time, he pulled out the steel knife with his backhand and raised his hand. The more the sword cuts, the more it cuts.
At the critical moment, Wang Qiang rushed forward, hugged Wei Dazhuang's arm tightly, and shouted in horror: "Brother Dazhuang! You are crazy! Look clearly, that is Xiao Zhang, not a damn zombie." !”
Wei Dazhuang's body suddenly shook, and Wei Dazhuang gasped for breath when he came back to his senses. After seeing the other party's true face, he slowly lowered his holding arm, and his whole body gradually relaxed.
Zhang Zhicai felt a chill down his spine. If Wang Qiang hadn't stepped forward to save him just now, he would have been killed by the sword long ago.
But even so, he did not feel any anger towards Wei Dazhuang who was drawing the sword. On the contrary, he motioned to Wang Qiang to let go with his eyes, and softly persuaded Wei Dazhuang, who was breathing heavily: "Dazhuang! It's okay! It's all over. ! Relax and listen to me carefully, come on! Look around, this is the car, OK? Don’t be nervous, relax, do it with me, take a deep breath, and spit it out slowly, don’t be anxious! Take your time! Very good, that's it, good! Come on again...inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..."
Not to mention, under Zhang Zhicai's patient care and comfort, the nervous Wei Dazhuang gradually calmed down, and his red eyes gradually returned to their proper color.
But Wei Dazhuang recovered, but the battle of the survivors is not over yet. The "Leaper" who has gained nothing is getting more and more manic now, and the crisis of the survivors is getting more and more serious... (To be continued.)
