The mouse's worries finally became a reality. Bubble-Book_Bar ()
While it was still squeezing out bit by bit, several other rats had already surpassed it, rushing toward the two of them like running calves.
"If you work harder, it will be faster."
Coulomb knew that people like Jack who came out of underground shelters rarely experienced such a crisis, so he encouraged him. But the most intuitive judgment of the brain is that before the mouse rushes in and tears the two of them into pieces, they can push the cabinet into place at most, and there is no time to buy it up.
In an instant, Coulomb formed a plan in his mind that although he was unwilling to do so, it was absolutely feasible. In this era, it is often because of the sacrifices of some people that others can survive. Therefore, following this rule, it is better for one person to die than for both people to die.
When the iron cabinet was pushed to a position where he could barely use it to go up to the second floor, Coulomb finally made up his mind to implement his simple and direct plan - to give a pile of food to the mouse so that the other pile of food would have time to escape.
But... with a loud bang, the iron cabinet was overturned to the ground. Looking at the pile of raised cement blocks stuck in the iron cabinet, Coulomb's mind went blank.
The mouse that was the first to rush into the room hit the door frame hard because it didn't turn quickly, and continued to rush towards Coulomb who was leading the room with a few flying bricks.
When it was only about three meters away from Coulomb, the mouse suddenly jumped into the air and bit into Coulomb's head with two incisors that looked like kitchen knives from top to bottom.
The fishy smell in the rat's mouth made Coulomb think not of how painful his death would be, but of what the rat had eaten before to make its mouth smell so bad.
Snapped--
The next moment, Coulomb knew the answer.
Taking advantage of the opportunity for it to jump up, Jack's steel pipe poked straight into the mouse's fragile belly. It was said to be fragile only compared to other parts of the mouse's body. Even if it was poked directly and the mouse's own strength was used, it still could not penetrate into the mouse's body. It just made it vomit out the contents of its stomach all at once, rolling on the ground in pain.
The iron cabinet that the two of them had pushed with all their strength was knocked out of place by the rat's roll.
"Fight."
Jack only had time to say two words in a hurry when the second mouse had already rushed over. Following the experience of the first mouse, this mouse learned its lesson and did not jump up again, but directly reached out and bit Jack's arm.
Jack took advantage of the situation and flipped the steel pipe back with his backhand, hitting the mouse hard on the head. But this time it didn't seem like it was hitting a living creature, but rather like it was hitting a pile of thick rags. The hit mouse just shook its head and recovered, continuing to bite Jack.
Seeing that he was not in a hurry to avoid it, a bright light flashed by. Only a little flesh of this rat's sharp beak is still attached to its head.
Coulun stared at the sharp boning knife in his hand for a moment, then swung it wildly, completely hacking the mouthless rat to death. But before it was too late, he continued to use this powerful weapon to chop down the rats that Jack had knocked over. Other rats had already rushed up, this time not one, but five.
The smart mouse had discovered that these two humans were not as easy to deal with as they seemed, so they paused their offensive for a few seconds and gathered.
Even though they were far overwhelming in numbers, the rats did not rush to attack, but slowly wandered around in an encircling manner.
Jack yelled, "Can't wait, rush for the door."
"No." Coulun waved his knife to drive away a rat that made a tentative attack. He glanced outside and said, "You will die faster if you rush out."
Jack also glanced outside the door, and then his blood, which had been boiling because of the fight, quickly cooled down. At least a dozen rats had gathered in the visible part of the house. And more rats are gathering in a steady stream.
"Damn it, I really shouldn't have listened to your nonsense. I have to travel so far to be eaten by rats."
"We found a lot of things. If we hadn't been discovered by the mice, we would have been able to enjoy ourselves for a while. If the cabinet hadn't been overturned unfortunately, we wouldn't have run in vain. At least one of us would have had a chance..."
Before Coulomb finished speaking, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the entrance to the second floor. The two people who were too nervous looked up at the same time.
This move gave the mice the opportunity they had been waiting for, and several mice pounced on them at the same time. Realizing that there was a problem with their cooperation, the two people quickly pulled their heads back, and could only watch as the rat's teeth covered in disgusting saliva got closer and closer to them.
It's impossible for a third person to come out to rescue this time...
However, fate is always so wonderful.
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-
A series of loud but coherent sounds came. Following these sounds, all the rats approaching the two of them seemed to have been hit by heavy hammers, and their bodies were constantly twisted into various weird shapes. But unlike the heavy hammer attack, every time the rat's body twists, large pieces of flesh will fly away.
The two of them have never fired a gun, but that doesn't mean they haven't seen hunters using guns to kill mice. To kill a mouse, an ordinary small-caliber pistol requires at least three or four consecutive shots to the vitals, but a rare rifle can kill a mouse. The power is much greater, but it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a rate of fire and power.
Faced with such an incomprehensible and powerful attack, these rats behaved like their ancestors decades ago, dropping more than a dozen corpses under the violent sound and then fled in all directions. This was the first time in their lives that they had seen so many rats running away at the same time. And he ran away so crazy.
Some of the blocked rats used their sharp claws to grab onto the rats in front of them. As the latter howled miserably, they quickly crawled over their bodies with several bloodshot threads.
At the entrance of the sewer, several rats were desperately hitting each other like angry bulls in order to fight for the priority right to escape.
In front of the cement guardrails of other buildings, the rats that couldn't grab the entrance tried to climb over, but their clumsy bodies always fell down again and again. The anxious rats actually hit the cement guardrails with their bodies, trying to knock them away. Then rush over. But it wasn't until the normal entrance became clear again after a brief period of congestion that the rats who had knocked their heads out staggered away from there.
Looking at all this, Jack actually felt a moist feeling in his eyes.
"Damn, this is the power that humans should have. Rats have been afraid of us for tens of thousands of years. This is the most normal... ugh..."
Before Jack could find the reason for his wet eyes, Coulomb, who had escaped from death, cried and told the answer. In an instant, the liquid accumulated in Jack's eyes flowed down uncontrollably.
Every drop of liquid is precious, and crying is a waste of energy. This is a rule that everyone living in this era knows. Therefore, even newly sensible children have never dared to cry extravagantly.
When facing death, the two people who never thought about enjoying the feeling of crying found that when it came time to cry, they couldn't help themselves and those damn laws.
The two of them now feel in their hearts like children who have been bullied by bad guys. Suddenly, the hero appears and helps him teach the bad guy a lesson. The bad guys who were afraid of the heroes fought with each other and stupidly bumped into the walls in order to escape... This is almost the greatest excitement and touch that every child can hold in his pure heart.
What's more, compared to the bad guys who bully children, humans who once dominated the earth are actually used as food by rats. This is a kind of sadness that penetrates deep into the bones of people who have been deliberately forgotten when they remember it. People who have experienced peacetime always unconsciously give this sadness the disguise of remembering and pride, and pass it on from generation to generation in the form of stories until the moment it is triggered.
"What are you doing? Those things may come back, so come up first."
The people upstairs obviously couldn't understand the complex psychology of the two people. After hanging a rope, they walked away from the entrance.
The two people, who had experienced too many ups and downs in a short period of time, quickly climbed up along the rope. After entering the wrong house two houses, they saw their savior in a bedroom next to the street.
It was a handsome young man with dark hair and fair skin.
This description may not be accurate. According to pre-war standards, this young man's skin is not fair, and his appearance is far from handsome.
But in this era when human beings are repeatedly devastated by strong ultraviolet rays and ubiquitous radiation, these two words are just right for him.
When he first saw this young man with a beautiful appearance, Jack unconsciously connected him with those lucky people living in high-end shelters, but the next moment, he quickly rejected this idea.
People in those shelters never dared to take the initiative to open the entrance. The shelters that had done so were slaughtered in a day. In addition to robbing their supplies, the main reason was the unbalanced psychology of humans living on the ground.
Therefore, with the huge differences between similar and mutated animals, as well as the multiple threats of radiation, people in high-level shelters almost dare not leave their cozy nests, let alone come alone to this territory belonging to rats. middle.
In addition to this reason, there is also a big problem with this person's costume. His delicate skin is enough to show that he is not a mutant. But even those micro-mutants who have been walking on the ground all year round do not dare to expose themselves directly to the sun, but he is just wearing a thin coat that shows no protection at all. It is completely impossible to imagine how such an outfit can make him Walking alive under the violent sun.
Perhaps, the answer lies in the huge backpack next to the young man, which is nearly a person tall...
Jack's eyes looked back and forth on the backpack for a while. He really couldn't tell what was inside, and he couldn't even imagine how the young man carried it.
Finally, Jack's eyes returned to the young man. To be precise, it was in his hand. A silver rifle was swaying slightly with his hand swinging back and forth.
There is no doubt that it is a powerful weapon that makes mice run away like crazy. The yearning for this powerful power made Jack's eyes stay on this weapon much longer than on the young man and the huge backpack. It wasn't until the young man stopped shaking the gun that Jack suddenly realized how dangerous his current behavior was.
He quickly pulled Coulun, who was also dumbfounded, and said, "My name is Jack, he is my companion Coulun, thank you for saving us..."
After finishing speaking, Jack didn't know what to do. Generally, new people who join the settlement will go up to shake hands or even give a hug after introducing themselves. I heard that this is a way of expressing friendship that was passed down before the war. But Jack always felt that it would be dangerous to do this to someone he met for the first time in the wild, especially the person in front of him, so he quickly put his right hand back down after raising it a few centimeters.
But after a few seconds of embarrassment, the other party took the initiative to reach out and said, "My name is Qiu Yu, and I am... um... a traveler who was separated from his companions."
