The middle-aged man took advantage of the zombies outside being thrown down and before they could get up, and directly inserted the steel pipe between their eyebrows.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his shoulder suddenly hurt. It turned out that another zombie was biting him next to him.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and put the steel pipe in his hand across the zombie's mouth in time to avoid being bitten.
He was not young, and for a moment he was unable to resist the zombies. He was knocked back against the car door. His waist hit the bulge on the car door, and a sharp pain came from him.
The steel pipe fell off from the zombie's mouth, and the bloody mouth dripping with pus and blood bit straight towards his face!
The middle-aged man quickly placed the steel pipe across its neck and tilted his head back hard to avoid the virus-filled teeth.
The zombie clenched its teeth desperately up and down, and pus and blood splashed all over the middle-aged man's face along with the clashing sound of the teeth.
He struggled to lift the steel pipe with his hands, trying to push the zombie's bloody mouth away, but with little success.
The woman was banging on the window in the car, trying to open the door, but she was afraid that the middle-aged man who was leaning against the car door would be bitten, so she wanted to go out through another door.
However, the survivor sitting in front of the door was unwilling to open the door and said in a sharp voice:
"There are so many zombies outside. Open the door. What if they come in?! Your idiot husband deserves it. You don't want to live, but I still want to live!!"
The woman tugged on his clothes, trying to pull him away:
"Let me go out and sit in my seat. If you get bitten, I will be bitten too!"
The man sneered and refused without thinking:
"It's easy for you to say, but if you get bitten and turn into a zombie, I won't be dead!"
"I was bitten, can't I get out of the car myself?!"
"Ha...why should I believe you? Everyone knows that you two are selfish. What if you don't get off the car then?!"
The woman didn't want to argue with him anymore and wanted to step over him and open the door.
Of course the man didn't want to see it, so he slapped the woman in the face, causing her to fall to the side:
"Don't be so shameless. If you want to die, I will stab you to death in the car now to prevent you from turning into a zombie and biting others later!"
The woman raised her head, half of her face was swollen, and a few streaks of blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, but she didn't give up and went to open the door.
"I have no habit of beating women, crazy woman!"
The man directly raised his foot and kicked the woman in the stomach.
Sharp pain spread from her belly to her limbs, and the woman instantly collapsed under the seat with half her body numb.
The middle-aged man outside had no idea what was going on in the car. His hands were a little weak, and the steel pipe he pushed forward slowly retracted.
The zombie's frantically biting mouth was getting closer and closer to his face.
He suddenly loosened his grip, turned his head, avoiding the zombie's mouth that was about to come over, raised his foot and kicked the zombie out violently!
Then he raised the steel pipe and roared, inserting the steel pipe directly into the zombie's brain!
The zombie twitched and stopped moving. The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out the steel pipe in its brain.
He knocked on the car window, smiled at the pale woman who was holding the window open and desperately looking outside, and then rushed towards the other zombies with the steel pipe!
The woman looked longingly at his back as he fought with the zombies. She watched him push away the zombies that rushed towards the soldier's back, and suddenly laughed with joy.
Behind him came the disdainful cynicism of the survivors:
"It's just good luck. I just don't know if such good luck can sustain him until he comes back alive."
After hearing this, the woman did not mock her back, wiped the tears on her face, and said softly:
"At least he's a hero now and not a rat huddled in the gutter."
…
Qi Yang shot and killed two more zombies, then took out the saber from his waist, avoided the flames released by the third-level zombies, and fiercely inserted the tip of the saber between its eyebrows.
The zombie's unique stench suddenly enveloped him behind him. Qi Yang turned around and was about to raise the knife, but found that a steel pipe had been poked out between the zombie's eyebrows.
The steel pipe was pulled out, and the zombie fell to the ground, revealing a middle-aged man with blood on his face and sweating profusely behind him.
Qi Yang never expected to see this face, and surprise flashed in his eyes:
"……you?!"
The middle-aged man opened the zombie next to him with another steel pipe, turned around and panted:
"Sir, thank you for protecting us all the time. Thank you for giving me a chance and not driving me away. I am also a man, and I can also protect my women. I should not sit in the car and tremble, watching you bleed and die. .”
Qi Yang was stunned for a moment, watching the middle-aged man roar and rush out with the steel pipe.
The middle-aged man's behavior took the lead. Suddenly, several survivors opened the car door. Different from the escape just now, they now all had weapons in their hands and rushed towards the zombies with shouts.
There were not many such people, only a few, and most of the survivors were still sitting in their cars.
But Qi Yang suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
The first time he felt this way, when he was guarding the border, he caught cross-border violators and rescued the hostages from their hands. His family members traveled dozens of kilometers during the Mid-Autumn Festival just to give him Send two boxes of mooncakes.
At that time, he felt really mixed feelings in his heart, including warmth, touch, relief, the kind of response from others after his efforts, and the surging feeling of seeing the hostages and their families reunited, and the family hugging each other and crying with joy.
There were too many sacrifices along the way to the end of the world. His heart felt like it had been soaked in ice water again and again. It had long been numb. He didn't expect that someone would give him that feeling before he completely died.
No matter at any time, there will always be people full of blood to stand up, there will always be people to fight, there will always be people to fight for their lives, there will always be people to bear the burden and move forward.
The few survivors who came out also inspired other warriors, and the situation that had been declining for a while was suddenly reversed.
Everyone regained their energy and continued to fight.
Mudba is still entangled with the two high-level zombies. Although the wind zombies cannot trap it like the wood zombies, the ubiquitous wind blades are also very difficult to deal with.
A lot of Niba's newly grown hairs were shaved off, and he felt distressed every time one was shaved off.
After the wind zombie shaved off a handful of its fur again, Niba suddenly changed his previous avoidance fighting style and rushed directly against the dense wind blades!
The zombie that had already had one of its arms bitten off was unable to avoid it and was bitten directly into its mouth. It was chewed up and swallowed in a short time.
After swallowing the zombie in his stomach with satisfaction, his cold, mud-covered green eyes looked straight at the remaining wind zombie, baring his teeth that glowed with cold light.
