After leaving the infirmary, Old Xu felt tired for no reason. After all, he was only a human being, not a god. Even if soldiers were stronger than ordinary people, everything had its limits.
Wu walked to a flat ground on the top of the mountain. Lao Xu looked ahead, and it was in the direction of the village.
At night, the dark night turns everything into a blur.
Lao Xu couldn't see clearly what was going on down the mountain, even the ten meters ahead were blurry.
But he still couldn't help but think about everything today.
The scenes on the battlefield with the bandits replayed in my mind like a movie.
Lao Xu was no stranger to this feeling. To be precise, everyone who had ever been on the battlefield had experienced a similar situation to one degree or another.
You can think of it as the human body's own reflection, aftertaste, or summary of killing.
But for Lao Xu, today's battle was a nightmare.
Even though he had done his best to prepare and fight with all his strength.
But in the end the village was lost.
In addition, his good brother who had been with him for more than ten years also died in this battle.
When he thought of this, Shen Lian's final heroic act of decisively committing suicide appeared in Lao Xu's mind frame by frame.
Those scenes were like small hammers constantly poking at Lao Xu's chest.
When the love reached its peak, Lao Xu uncontrollably raised his fist and punched the tree trunk beside him, causing the dead wood to tremble. Nature seemed to feel the uncontrollable grief and anger of the man in the forest. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the cold wind blew Lao Xu Yi's body. The sleeves were raised and grinned.
At this time, a concerned voice came from behind: "Old Xu! The temperature is low at night, so please put on a coat."
Tanshou slapped his face, and Lao Xu turned around: "Thank you, Lao Zhao!"
Although the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, Old Zhao still saw the gleam on the man's face when Old Xu looked back.
His heart couldn't help but twitch, Old Zhao knew that Old Xu was considered an "elder" in the Sharp Sword Company.
Like Lei Tong, Hua Biao and others, they are all brothers who lived and fought with Lao Xu after joining the army.
Lao Xu watched them step by step from mischievous social youths who knew nothing to being powerful arrows of the country and real men.
It's not an exaggeration to say that they are comrades-in-arms, brothers, and friends, but as someone who has been through this, Lao Xu understands that privately, Lao Xu treats these brothers who are younger than himself more like children.
So if this child dies, can the parents not feel sad?
But due to his identity, Lao Xu could not reveal it in front of the team members.
He could only wait until it was late at night and everyone else was asleep before he could find a lonely place to heal his wounds and express his grief.
"Old Xu..." Taking a step forward, Old Zhao patted Old Xu on the shoulder.
Unexpectedly, before he could speak, Lao Xu suddenly asked: "Is there any cigarette?"
Wei Wei was startled. It was a well-known fact that Lao Zhao was a smoker.
But Lao Xu, in order to cope with the various tasks assigned by the organization, Lao Xu has quit smoking for a long time.
Lao Zhao also knew about this, so when Lao Xu asked this question, he couldn't help but feel a little unresponsive.
But he soon replied with certainty: "Yes."
"Here's one!" Lao Xu said indifferently as he stretched out his hand.
Lao Xu didn't waste any time. He took out cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for Lao Xu, and then took one himself.
"It's really cold at night in the jungle!" Zhao randomly picked up a topic and tightened his collar.
Lao Xu nodded but said nothing.
Old Zhao glanced at Old Xu calmly, and then said as if to himself: "What Xiao Shen did was his own decision and has nothing to do with you Xu Renjie. Don't blame yourself too much. I believe Xiao Shen He doesn’t want to see his company commander like this now? The dead are gone, but the living are like this. There are so many things waiting for us to do, Lao Xu, you have to cheer up!"
Still no words! Zhao and Xu just stood there, smoking the cigarettes in their hands one after another.
No one knew what the two of them were thinking until the cigarette butt finally burned out. Lao Zhao threw it at his feet, crushed the sparks with all his strength, then stuffed half a packet of Chinese medicine into Lao Xu's hand, and said half-jokingly: "Hey, Lao." Man, I have all my stuff here. Adjust it, or I won’t have anything in stock for you.”
After saying that, Lao Zhao walked away with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Lao Xu looked at the cigarette stuffed in his palm and was stunned for about ten seconds. Then he sighed and smiled, then took out a cigarette from the inside again, hesitated twice, and finally put it back into the cigarette pack.
That's all, he followed Lao Zhao and walked out.
The night in the jungle is really tiring, not only because of physical fatigue, but more importantly, the boundless darkness can create an unspeakable sense of depression and fear.
It is said that the most terrifying thing is to be invisible, and this is the case in the deep jungle.
The obstruction of trees makes it difficult for you to distinguish the scenery within 3 meters.
If it is coordinated with the movement caused by the wind and grass, it will be even more shocking.
Fortunately, the psychological quality of the players selected by Lao Xu in the evening was quite good. Of course, this did not include the people on Ye Hao's side.
Therefore, in order to ensure that they did not make mistakes, Lao Xu had to take extra time to inspect their positions and give them some encouragement.
Now everyone is tied to the same boat as grasshoppers, and Lao Xu is not worried about Ye Hao and the others' evil intentions.
Lao Xu believed that with Ye Hao's intelligence, he should understand that in the current situation, if they want to survive, they must rely on the team.
Any strange thoughts are suicide attempts.
The accomplice who died tragically before is the best example.
The perimeter cordon that Lao Xu asked Huabiao to set up worked very well that night. Relying on the cordon's reminder, the vigil team successfully killed at least ten waves of zombies.
Although the number is not large each time, objectively speaking, this can be regarded as effective in killing zombies.
Although these numbers are a drop in the bucket compared to the huge number of zombies at the foot of the mountain, they are better than nothing.
Just like that, the whole night was spent in long suffering,
No matter what, I got through it without any danger.
When dawn came and the jungle lit up again, Lao Xu's heart that had been hanging all night finally fell.
Last night was without a doubt the most dangerous night.
As long as you survive last night, it means that the possibility of surrounding zombies touching the camp will be greatly reduced.
However, this does not mean that the team can relax and be careless. On the contrary, Lao Xu must use this opportunity to seize the time to strengthen the camp's defense.
After all, there is currently only a cordon surrounded by fishing ropes around the station, so it is okay to set it up to prevent sporadic zombie attacks.
But if a large number of zombies rush in, then...
Therefore, it is urgent to reinforce the necessary isolation piles around the camp.
In the early morning, the team members got up early. From their tired faces, Lao Xu knew that most of them had not had a good rest.
This was also what he expected. To be honest, it was not easy to sleep peacefully in the frozen jungle. The team members still needed to adapt slowly. (To be continued.)
