Chapter 1,797 Card Blocking Battle (4)
"Hua Zi, I don't live long. I have only one thing to ask of you. It's my daughter Lina. After I die, she will definitely be depressed and sad. I hope you can enlighten her more. There is always something to tell others. Once he dies, it’s just that I, Lao Zhao, took a step earlier. I told him not to be sad, to cheer up, and to look forward! She must live strong and live with my share!"
Huabiao had no intention of paying attention to what Lao Zhao said.
He simply couldn't accept the fact that Lao Zhao was attacked.
Huabiao kept asking in his heart: How is this possible? How can this be?
yes! A person who has been through so many storms and waves, and who is such a good person, ended up in such a miserable situation!
Huabiao cannot accept it, Huabiao cannot accept it!
"Did you hear what I said, Hua Zi?" Lao Zhao asked aloud.
Hua Biao naturally didn't hear it. Half of his attention was on sniping and fending off the enemy, and half was in disbelief.
But Wenquan Xin is not so good-tempered.
At that moment, he replied angrily: "What the hell, Lao Zhao, don't be a bitch. You just got scratched. You're going to give up now? Are you pretending to be cowardly? Are you still a man? You want to You are still a father, so don’t give up so damn easily! If you still care about Lina, then live well! As long as you live, there is hope, understand!? Let me tell you, if you have anything to say, go back and tell Lina yourself, we I won’t help you with the message!!”
Wenquan Xin could not accept the reality that Lao Zhao died in the battle, so he roared and vented.
Facing the young man's hysterical shouting, Lao Zhao felt warm in his heart, but also helpless.
"Xiao Wen, I can understand your feelings, but you should understand the reality. I was caught by zombies, and if I go back, I can only..."
"I don't care what the hell you do, but I will never agree with you giving up like this!! You must go back with us!!"
"Xiao Wen, you..."
"Okay! Stop arguing!" Hua Biao shouted.
Not to mention, when Hua Biao drank, the place immediately became quiet.
Seeing that both sides were silent, Hua Biao continued: "Old Zhao, what did you just say? Your face was scratched by a zombie?"
This is probably the last thing that Old Zhao wants to mention now, but when Huabiao has such a problem, he can only lament: "Yes, I was even scratched by zombies, so I will die if I go back! It's better to let me Doing something meaningful for you can also be considered as finally making some contribution to the team!"
Lao Zhao's words sounded somewhat desolate.
If you want to think about what a strong man he was in the past, how many ups and downs he led the team through.
But when it came, it ended up like this.
If this was the case in the past, Lao Zhao wouldn't care.
After all, there are no worries, and if you die, you will die.
But now he and his daughter have just been reunited, and they haven't enjoyed this good life for a few days...Old Zhao is most worried about his daughter.
His daughter had finally recovered from the pain of school and had just returned to a normal life. Now that something like this happened to him, Lao Zhao felt that his death was nothing.
In the last days, death can be considered a relief to a certain extent.
But for his daughter, if he died, it would be a disaster.
"Hua Zi, I have nothing else to ask for, just Nana. Please take care of me no matter what. When I leave, I'm really worried that he will..."
"If you're worried about him, don't die! Isn't it just a zombie virus? I'm not good enough, he really can't resist it!" With no bullets left, Wenquan Xin simply pulled out his long knife and assumed a posture to fight the enemy.
But before the two of them could continue, Hua Biao said unexpectedly: "Old Zhao, if you are talking about your face being scratched by a zombie, then I don't have to tell you clearly. You can take it back and tell Lina yourself. Got it!"
Hua Biao's words did not give Lao Zhao any comfort. On the contrary, Lao Zhao felt that his two brothers were a little too unable to accept the reality.
Because it is obvious that countless facts in the past have shown that as long as the creatures on earth are touched by zombies, even small wounds cannot escape the fate of being infected and mutated.
So... "Hua Zi, Xiao Wen, please be realistic, I was scratched by that damn beast, and I can't go back! Do you just want to watch me turn into those same beasts?"
Lao Zhao was also a little anxious, because he knew that if the delay continued, even Huabiao and Wenquan Xin might be in trouble.
It's enough to kill him this time. If there are problems with Huabiao and Wenquan Xin, how can we fight in the future?
After all, the current war is inherently unfavorable to our team. The other party has stronger manpower, material resources, and financial resources than our team.
Nowadays, the opponent is using such a shameless attack method. If we say that all three of our own people died outside.
That team was obviously in bad shape throughout the campaign.
"Let's go! Let's all go! In Moji, everyone has to die here!" Lao Zhao didn't want to waste time with Hua Biao anymore.
Because if you don't leave and all the bullets are used up, it will really be over.
But Huabiao immediately replied: "What are you talking about? Just touch your face and it won't make any difference. Hurry up and retreat with Xiao Wen! Stop worrying about it!"
Hearing this, Lao Zhao was stunned.
The first reaction was that Huabiao was yelling at him.
After all, he was thrown to the ground by a beast just now. This is an indisputable fact.
Moreover, he did feel blood and mucus on his face, so Lao Zhao was certain that he had been arrested.
Otherwise, Wenquan Xin's complexion wouldn't have been so strange and ugly at that time.
Later, I won't suddenly become hysterical and excited.
But even though he was so calm in his heart, he still raised his hand to touch his cheek with some hope.
There is no way, Lao Zhao can let go of everything, but he can't let go of his daughter on the mountain.
If he died, his daughter would be greatly affected.
so……
With uncertainty, Lao Zhao finally did what he had not finished before getting up from the ground.
He touched his cheek, and then his face changed color slightly.
When I put it down and took a look, there was blood stain but it was not obvious.
In this way, Lao Zhao quickly wiped it on his face, and when he looked again, his blood-stained eyes suddenly became lighter.
After doing this for a few times, the blood in Old Zhao's palm became lighter and lighter.
This made Lao Zhao's heart beat loudly.
If his cheek was really attacked by a zombie, the blood on his face should be non-stop now.
But in reality, not only was there no blood on his palms, but Lao Zhao didn't feel any wounds even when his hands touched his skin.
This is very unscientific!
Although Lao Zhao has already had such a test, he is still not sure in his heart.
When Wen Wen Xin approached with a knife, he glanced, and then a faint arc appeared on the young man's originally solemn and angry face.
After the torture was over, the arc became more and more intense. In the end, Wenquan Xin couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and actually laughed loudly: "Ha! Ha! Ha! God's will is God's will! It's okay, Old Zhao, you are really shit, Old Zhao." No!"
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