The plan went smoothly. As soon as the gunfire stopped, Qi Yang went to set up the mortar himself. Several shells were fired, and several loud noises were heard in the distance from the center of the city.
For a moment, the zombies in the city became restless, and the roars of zombies could be heard from all directions, even those under the bridge were attracted a little.
Seeing that it was useful, Qi Yang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lu Yan.
Lu Yan saw an electric ball gathering in his hand, and with a fierce squeeze, several thick electric currents dropped from the sky and burned the zombies who were still climbing up the bridge pier to black.
The burnt smell instantly emitted, making people dizzy.
The lightning continued to flash, and it took half a minute to calm down. Lu Yan withdrew his power, looking a little tired.
In order to prevent accidental injuries to his own people, Lu Yan did not clean up the zombies on the bridge, so the soldiers could only fight hand-to-hand with their sabers drawn.
However, there were not many of them and they were quickly cleared away.
Qi Yang walked to the edge of the bridge and took a look. The zombies were all burnt to black and smelly. They were stuck to the bridge piers like a layer of glue and were still smoking.
From a distance, it looks like the black oil stains on a range hood, and the smell is disgusting.
Two-thirds of the soldiers were originally sacrificed, because those high-level zombies were broken by nearly half here, which once again confirmed the terrifying combat power of high-level zombies.
However, Qi Yang couldn't care less about his sadness and issued the order in a hurry:
"Divide into two teams. One team quickly collects the corpses of their comrades, and the other team checks along to see if there are any bitten ones. Be sure to check carefully. Every vehicle must be checked!"
The remaining soldiers saluted and quickly carried out their tasks.
The middle-aged man miraculously survived to the end, and his heroic performance was appreciated by all the soldiers present.
A little soldier handed him a bottle of water. After checking that there were no bites on his body, he signaled that he could take a rest.
The middle-aged man took the water and smiled, then started wiping the stinking blood on his body with the water, and then touched the steel pipe beside him.
The steel pipe was also full of minced meat and was deformed in some places, but the middle-aged man thought about asking Qi Yang later if he could give him the steel pipe.
This is proof of his change. If he has a child in the future, he must hold his hand and tell him all the stories of this steel pipe.
When the middle-aged man thought of this, his heart became clear, and he took two more breaths. Just as he was about to stand up and carry the steel pipe to find his wife, a scream suddenly came from not far away.
Then there was a woman's crazy yelling and cursing, and two soldiers stood there, raising their guns and turning their heads as if to discuss something.
The crowd slowly gathered and surrounded the place. They were so noisy that they didn't know what was going on.
The middle-aged man did not go over to join in the fun. He stood up and walked towards the car where his wife was sitting. He happily opened the door, but what greeted him was only an empty car.
The middle-aged man frowned and subconsciously turned to look at the crowd. His heart skipped a beat. His wife didn't like to watch the excitement.
Suddenly, he felt an emptiness in his heart, and he walked towards the crowd involuntarily. After taking two steps, he started to trot, and then quickened his pace.
"Give me a moment, please give me a moment..."
He kept pushing the crowd around him. The people next to him frowned and glared at him. He just nodded with a smile and pushed his way to the center of the crowd.
Finally reaching the first level of the crowd, he rushed forward without thinking, finally broke free and stood in the center of the field.
The one who was crying was a young woman he didn't know. She was frantically pulling on a soldier's sleeve, crying and making trouble without knowing what to say.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was not his wife, but the next second he heard:
"She was bitten, didn't you see? She was holding my son!! Please save my son!"
The young warrior signaled her to calm down. She scratched her hair and shouted hysterically:
"I can't calm down, that's not your son!"
"But you need to calm down. She's not completely infected yet. Don't stimulate her too much..."
The remaining middle-aged man didn't listen anymore. He looked blankly at the woman with messy hair huddled in the corner. She lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, holding a child tightly in her arms.
On the exposed skin, there was a bloody tooth mark. The surrounding skin had long been bruised and swollen, and black blood vessels covered her entire arm.
The middle-aged man felt chills all over, and the steel pipe in his hand slammed to the ground, making a harsh sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the people next to him.
A soldier quickly stepped forward to stop him and whispered:
"It's very dangerous here, please retreat to a safe distance..."
The middle-aged man didn't seem to hear him. He hurriedly tried to push the soldier away and stubbornly wanted to walk over.
The soldier frowned and continued to reach out to stop him. The middle-aged man shook his head desperately, pointed at his nose, then at the woman, and said incoherently:
"No, no, wife...she, she is my wife...I am her husband..."
The soldier was stunned for a moment, but still stopped him:
"Sir, she is infected, please express your condolences..."
"I am her husband!!"
The middle-aged man suddenly shouted, grabbed the soldier's hand, and begged:
"I am her husband, I really am her husband... Please, please let me go..."
The woman's originally chaotic and groggy head suddenly woke up. She slowly raised her head and looked at the man covered in blood who was desperately trying to come over. She pulled a dry smile from the corner of her mouth and said with difficulty:
"You're back?"
This was the first time that the infected person responded to the outside world. A trace of surprise flashed in the soldier's eyes, but he didn't expect that she was still conscious.
The middle-aged man finally pushed the soldier's hand away, staggered toward the woman, and repeated over and over again in a trembling voice:
"I'm back, I'm back..."
The woman smiled and nodded, letting go of her stiff hands, revealing the flushed face in her arms, and holding on to the child who refused to let go of her clothes, she said softly:
"Mom is here, go quickly..."
The child looked up at her with a flushed face. The woman pointed at the hysterical young woman behind her, smiled and nodded.
When the young woman saw her son being let go, she was about to rush over, but was pulled back by another young man next to her.
Her body froze, and she glanced at the infected middle-aged woman with fear. She squatted on the spot and opened her hands to the young child:
"Baby, come here quickly, mom is here..."
The child was stunned when he saw his mother, and finally burst out crying "Mom!", and then rushed into his mother's arms with childish steps.
The middle-aged woman smiled happily, turned to look at the middle-aged man who had burst into tears at some point, took a deep breath, and said with great effort:
"I gotta go……"
She raised her hand tremblingly, touched the middle-aged man's cheek, and whispered:
"I'm sorry, I obviously promised you, but it seems I can't help it..."
The middle-aged man grabbed the woman's hand fiercely, and finally couldn't help crying:
"I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry for you... You never had a good life following me... I should be the one to apologize to you..."
The woman took a deep breath, and her consciousness that had just woken up began to become chaotic again. Her consciousness gradually blurred, and the retinal congestion made it impossible for her to see the person in front of her clearly anymore:
"You... live well... you want to be a father so much... you must have a child in the future... roar..."
Her next words were inaudible, all turned into the roar of a zombie, and black blood vessels quickly covered her face.
The originally gentle and gentle face gradually became unrecognizable in front of the middle-aged man.
The woman's eyes were covered with a white film, her body began to twitch, her limbs twisted irregularly, and her bones made a few soft sounds.
"She turned into a corpse, beat her to death..." someone in the crowd screamed.
The two soldiers looked at each other, one drew his saber and walked towards the woman, while the other pulled the middle-aged man back.
"Don't kill her... No!!"
He grabbed the soldier's sleeve and asked helplessly:
"Is there any way, please, please save her..."
The warrior paused for a moment, then shook his head hard:
"The infection was already so deep when it was discovered that amputation was of no use."
As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man began to struggle hard, trying desperately to break free, but was suppressed by the combined efforts of the warrior beside him and another warrior who came over.
"Let me go, please... I'll go with her..."
The middle-aged man cried and shouted, watching helplessly as the soldier walked step by step towards the corpse-turned-woman with a saber, his body blocking her face and the blood-red...
The woman's body was disposed of, and the crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed, leaving only the middle-aged man sitting on his knees in a daze.
A young soldier came over with the small piece of bread hidden in the woman's body and the steel pipe used by the middle-aged man. He silently placed the things in front of him, said "My condolences", and then got up and left.
The middle-aged man looked down at the two things on the ground, with big tears falling on them, and choked with sobs:
"I don't want to be a father... I just want to have a child with you... to make our broken family a little more complete... If you're not here... what's the use of having a child?"
Suddenly, the young woman's complaint came to my ears:
"It's really crazy. I've already been infected. Why do I still hold my child? It's so dangerous?"
Another voice sounded:
"Okay, you just left your children in the car and ran away for your lives. They sacrificed your children's lives for yours. How dare you complain here? Why don't you get an advantage and act like a good boy..."
The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and recognized the voice as that of the survivor who was in the car with them.
The young woman's voice was a little evasive, and she was still angry:
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who abandoned the child!"
The survivor snorted coldly and said slowly:
"Do you know what's going on? No need to quibble. The person who should listen to your quibbles is already dead."
The woman held the child in her arms and opened her eyes to say something back, but was suddenly pulled back by the young man next to her:
"Forget it, don't argue with him, and leave quickly..."
The two of them hurriedly hugged the child and left quickly.
The survivor glanced at the middle-aged man, his eyes darkened, and when he turned around and was about to leave, there were rapid footsteps behind him, and then the whole man was knocked to the ground.
The middle-aged man gasped and grabbed his collar, staring at him intently.
The survivor was shocked for a moment, then stumbled and said:
"What...what are you doing? Let me tell you...it's none of my business if she dies! She wanted to go down on her own, but I stopped her, so don't come looking for me..."
"What did you just say? Why did she get out of the car to save the child? Say it again!!"
The middle-aged man growled, his voice full of hatred.
The survivor was stunned, and finally told the woman what happened when she got off the car honestly, and finally added:
"She did it voluntarily, it's really none of my business."
The middle-aged man didn't say anything, threw him away, turned his head and stared in the direction where the young couple left, clenching his fists.
The survivor looked at him with some fear, patted his chest, got up from the ground and ran away.
