Two days later, the second wave of corpses has spread to every corner of Shashi District 3.
The "Coast BAR" located on the outskirts of the city is no exception. At this moment, there are black corpses gathering in piles in twos and threes outside the door, staggering and wandering around aimlessly.
"How is it? How many are there?"
Lang Hua and his men hid behind the dilapidated door of the bar, and soon there was an echo in the communication headset.
"Chief, there are about sixty or seventy black corpses within a radius of 100 meters. No trace of special black corpses has been found."
"Okay, Duan Hei, please be alert. Follow us quickly after we go out."
"Duan Hei received it."
"At the same time, stay hidden and beware of corpse sparrows and other dangerous factors." Lang Hua gave final instructions.
"I know, brother. I am also a veteran who has fought two 'wars'."
Xiao Heizi was joking nonchalantly on the other end of the intercom headset, and as soon as he finished speaking, a third voice came out.
The voice was rough and hoarse, and it sounded like Old Chen, a veteran of the Armed Forces. The third wireless communicator was in the hands of their group. .
"You're a little brat and you're a veteran? Hahaha. Looks like I'm going to have a good discussion with Comrade Xiao Duan later, old man."
Lang Hua couldn't help but smile after hearing this: "I'll ask Comrade Chen to teach me that short section."
"Ah? No." Duan Hei suddenly fainted.
"Chief Lang, how is the situation?" Lao Chen asked.
Lang Hua turned his head to look at the fully armed Evolutionaries behind him, and responded immediately into the headset: "Without further delay, act according to the original plan!"
"Okay, let's have a barbecue feast for these beasts today!"
"It's a pity these good wines." It sounded like the voice of veteran Li.
Lao Chen laughed and scolded: "Brother, good wine must be drunk with a life. Go and see if A Ping's place has been arranged."
The situation was as usual now, and Lang Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
At the end, he gave a final warning into the headset: "Old Chen, please also pay attention to your safety."
"Copy that! Don't worry, with Aping with us, there won't be any big problems."
"Okay, light the fire on time in one minute! If we get separated halfway, we will meet up at the Fengwei Mountain Ranger Station southwest of Shashi!"
…
"Bang!"
A minute later there was a loud noise. From the height of Xiao Heizi, he could see a sudden burst of fire a hundred meters away on the east side of the city. Then thick smoke rose into the sky. The black corpses nearby were stimulated and seemed to emerge from hibernation. He seemed to wake up and ran in that direction.
It's the combustion and explosion caused by a large amount of alcohol, which is no less attractive to the necromorphs than a bonfire in the dark!
It was also with Yang Qinghua as their guide that they were able to find so many spirits in the shortest time.
In just three minutes, most of the black corpses had run away, leaving only about twenty old, weak, sick and disabled ones still around the bar. But this is no longer a threat.
"Everyone is ready, three, two, one, charge!" Lang Hua took the lead and jumped out of the bar door, knocking over a black corpse blocking the way. "Everyone, follow me closely, don't be reluctant to fight!"
Section 2
At 5:15 in the afternoon, the survivors, led by Lang Hua's team, lined up in two rows and walked on the wide provincial road on the outskirts of the city.
The four Lao Chens had successfully rejoined them two hours ago, and there was no damage other than being a little disfigured by the fireworks.
Just like what he said, although Haiping and the three veterans were not outstanding in combat power, they had no shortcomings, and it was not difficult to escape among the sparse corpses.
The sun was about to set at this time, and fish-scale altocumulus clouds could be seen on the horizon. Dense cloud strips are arranged in groups, rows, and waves, and large areas of rose-red color appear due to sunlight scattering.
Not long after, people suddenly noticed a buzzing sound above their heads, which gradually turned into a deafening roar from far to near.
"What happened?"
"Look there! What is that?"
"It's a plane!" Someone raised his head and shouted excitedly, "The plane is coming to pick us up!"
Sure enough, something like the outline of an airplane clearly appeared in the clouds. It looked like a transport plane.
As time went by, the flight altitude of the transport plane gradually decreased, reaching the height of the troposphere and approaching the suburbs of Shashi where people were located.
"Here, we are here!"
"Save us!"
"Hey! Help, help!"
People were shouting like crazy, but no matter how loud the sound was, how could it be heard by the crew several kilometers away?
With such a height difference, people would look as inconspicuous as larger ants.
"Quick, are there any red cloth strips?" Someone suddenly asked anxiously.
The others suddenly realized: "Yes, hurry up, find bright strips of cloth."
But everyone had been running for their lives for several days, and they were all disgraced. There were no clothes on them that were bright enough to attract attention.
Except...a red dress.
Everyone focused on a girl. Her embarrassment didn't look any better than the others, but she did wear a knee-length red dress.
The bright red fabric is indeed the most suitable symbol.
No one would not understand what to do now, but the girl panicked and tightened her skirt, and no movement was seen even after several breaths passed.
The boyfriend standing next to her looked polite, and his eyes behind the thick black-framed lenses showed struggle and humiliation.
"Girl, why are you still standing there?"
"Take it off quickly! Please, girl. If you're one step later, the plane will fly away!"
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!"
"Girl, life is at stake, why are you embarrassed? You want to be rescued too!"
Most people gathered around the couple and begged, and some people said harsh words in desperation:
"Do you want to kill us all? Come on! Don't force me to do it myself!"
The boy in the couple finally broke out. He pulled his girlfriend behind him with a ferocious face and pointed his gun at the rude person: "Fuck you! If you dare, let's die together!"
"Fuck, you're the only one with a gun, right?" The strong man also drew his gun and confronted him, "Boy! Let's see who dies first!"
Others were so anxious that sweat was dripping from their brows. The plane was flying far away from south to north. It seemed that it was far away but in fact it would soon miss them.
It can be said that every minute and every second at this time is extremely precious, and every detail is related to their life and death!
"Girl, we won't watch what we shouldn't. This time, we all owe you. Please, just be a female Bodhisattva for once, hurry up!"
In the end, the girl seemed to accept her fate: "Then you...turn your heads."
"Boom."
Lang Hua kicked a man away and spat: "What a bunch of idiots."
He reached out and grabbed a submachine gun, and before people could react, he pointed it at the plane in the distance and fired directly!
"You...what are you doing!"
Others were already panicking.
Some people are concerned about the safety of the aircraft, or simply concerned about the safety of their own lives.
Some people thought of one thing - it turned out that Lang Hua had known for a long time that they still had ammunition.
"Shooting is more effective than waving that torn skirt." Lang Hua explained.
"Click... click, click."
There were only two bullets in the magazine, and in the blink of an eye there was only the monotonous sound of the spring.
"Out of range, what are you worried about?" Lang Hua looked at the survivors on the rooftop with a half-smile, "Besides, I didn't aim at the previous position of the plane, so how could it hit?"
He originally didn't want to take action, because it didn't matter to Lang Hua's team whether there was military rescue. Moreover, he knew as early as his previous life that no military region organized rescue for civilians in the early years of the disaster.
Not far away, several members of the Qin family stood unmoved. Logically speaking, they should be the people in need of rescue here the most, but Elder Lei Li's eyes looked uncertain and hesitant at the moment.
Finally, he shook his head and whispered to Qin Xiaowen: "Wen'er, we are ready to withdraw at any time. The people who come are not necessarily allies of the Qin family."
"Boom..."
"Here we are."
"Damn it! Can't you hear the gunshot?"
"Help, don't leave! Help us!"
Unfortunately, the transport plane ignored them at all and passed directly through the sky directly above the crowd, heading in the opposite direction to Shashi City.
"If I had known better, I would have used red strips of cloth."
People complained and looked at Lang Hua, but the latter glared at him and then lowered their heads nervously.
"Look, what is that!"
Not only the survivors, but this time even Lang Hua looked up.
At the end of the line of sight, a white parachute slowly fell in the wake of the plane. The mushroom-like umbrella surface was lifted up by the air current, and the rope under the umbrella seemed to be tied to a military green box.
"It's an airdrop! The army airdropped supplies to us."
"What is it? Will there be weapons and food?"
"They must have heard the gunfire and seen us! They will come back to save us."
"We're saved, great!"
People cheered, but their voices gradually became fainter.
Because as the planes fly, more airdrops are falling. Obviously this was not specially prepared for them... and whether they had been noticed, or whether the army would be willing to go to great lengths to find and rescue these few living people among hundreds of thousands of black corpses, is still a matter of debate.
Mixed with everyone's frustration and disappointment, Lang Hua gradually frowned.
He couldn't remember wrongly. In his previous life, the military had never carried out large-scale airdrops of supplies to urban areas.
So what exactly prompted this transformation in this life?
"It's always a good thing to have supplies," Yang Bensheng comforted in front of the team. "Besides, it's better to ask for help than to ask for help. Instead of waiting to be rescued, it's better to earn a living by yourself. Let's get the nearest airdrop first. Take it in your hands."
"Xiaohua, what do you think of this...Xiaohua?" He asked Lang Hua, but the latter did not answer, but stared blankly into the distance.
That's where the plane goes to the city.
Following Lang Hua's line of sight, Yang Bensheng saw that what finally fell on the transport plane was no longer an airdrop, but some fully armed soldiers.
The military desperately sent people to the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Was it to save people, or to find something?
But this has nothing to do with them anymore. The second wave of zombie riots is still going on. No one on the rooftop thinks that these soldiers can survive.
And they would rather no one rescue them than turn around and go back to the ruins of the neighborhood.
The once bustling city of Shashi now brings them only fear and despair.
…
A few minutes later, the light dimmed, black fog surged, and the red clouds over Shashi deepened.
Viewed from a high altitude, the urban area of Shashi under the clouds is gradually swallowed up by a large area of darkness. The fire-like colors were reflected, and the high-rise buildings were flickering with unintentional lights. The whole city was silent and seemed like a ghostland.
Section 3
At the same time, the roof of the world, 2,500 kilometers west of Shashi, was very busy.
The armored military trains on the Qinghai-Tibet Railway stretch for several kilometers, passing through mountain tunnels one after another, bringing countless soldiers and artillery here.
Dozens of "heavy combined brigades" affiliated to several army groups reached the snowy plateau at an altitude of more than 4,700 meters after long-distance maneuvers.
Further away, the "Yun-70" carried the aviation unit of a certain brigade of the former Chinese Air Force Airborne Forces to conduct mass parachuting of personnel and airdrops of large equipment deep in the Gobi.
Countless main battle tanks and armored personnel carriers roared past the alpine meadows, dragging out billowing smoke and dust. The ruts they created were criss-crossing, like a giant spider web spread out straight and magnified tens of millions of times.
After the black fog disaster broke out across the world, military regions in various regions quickly gathered their forces and began organizing risk assessments and analysis decisions for the disaster.
Regarding the original administrative divisions of China, the seven major military regions left over from the peaceful evolution of global politics fifty years ago have joined forces this time to abandon the coastal plain and shift the focus of armaments to strategic depth as quickly as possible.
What they did not expect was that it was this decision that allowed the seven military regions to avoid a disaster three years later, thus retaining most of their military strength.
But it is also because of this that after the military forces in the previous life withdrew, apocalyptic bases of different compositions sprung up everywhere.
The dark and chaotic apocalyptic era has officially begun.
