Chapter 909 (1/2)

The cold wind raged in the streets, ravaging the decaying walls and broken windows. The natural disaster like snow, like a thick fog of physical existence, enveloped the whole city under the oppressive gray.

This is Wushi.

At this time in the past, it is absolutely impossible to be so cold, but this year it is somewhat special.

On the street, only three or two zombies were left standing like ice sculptures because their muscles and body oil were frozen. It is hard to imagine that they, who have been frozen into this picture, can still hunt the living people alive at the beginning of spring.

In the face of such a zombie, no one will pay attention to it. A bacterium in the back neck can't accumulate energy through photosynthesis, and even if the skull of these zombies is cut, there won't be half a crystal. Only the starving mutant mice would bite the living dead, and their stomach bands didn't have to worry about indigestion.

The whole street, in addition to silence, still dead

Leaning against the observation hole of the sentry tower, Hu Cheng tightened his rifle in his hand and looked at the empty ice through the bulletproof glass of the observation hole. The wind and snow howled all over the sky, so that he began to doubt whether his work was meaningful.

With such a heavy snow, will the United States really come?

The tower is built on the roof of the bell tower not far from the river. It is covered with camouflage wood. From a distance, it looks like a shabby shack. Behind the timber is a real concrete bunker, which can block the heat source and life signals in the bunker, and can also resist the direct fire of tank shells.

Hiding in such a bunker, if not entered, it is almost impossible to be found, this is a sentry post.

Facing the unchanging scenery, Hu Cheng yawned and put his rifle by the window.

At this time, the wind and snow howling on the street, gradually walked into a paint black figure.

Hu Cheng raised the muzzle of the gun reflexively, but soon he lowered the muzzle again. Instead, he happily stepped forward two steps, put down the ladder for the man who came to him and put him up.

With a stab, the movable door was opened. Ice dregs were falling on the heavy cold proof clothes. The middle-aged man's face was red with cold wax. While he put his thermos lunch box on the table, he took off his hat which was almost stuck on his head, and swearing.

“…… Don't point that thing at me next time. If it goes wrong, you'll wait for the zombies with bad brains outside to give you food. ”

”Hey, isn't this my routine?” Hu Cheng can't wait to open the lid of the lunch box, looking at the steaming stewed pork and white rice. He can't help but stir his fingers, and before he can take off his gloves, he grabs the chopsticks and pours them into his mouth.

”Do you really think that the barbarians in the northwest will run here to make trouble when they are fed up?” As soon as the ammunition bag was put on the ground, Deng Wenjie glanced at his comrades in arms, pulled a chair, took a bottle of wine out of his pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a careful sip.

”Hey, those barbarians will not run here if they can eat enough...” Smelling the smell of wine, Hu Cheng's eyes were immediately glued to the wine bottle in his comrades' hands. He rubbed his hands and laughed, ”well, Lao Deng, look...”

”Don't talk about it,” Deng Wenjie waved and put the bottle back into his pocket. ”You stand guard and drink a fart of wine.”

”Cut, aren't you on duty?”

”I need it for my job.” Deng Wenjie glared and protected the bottle in his pocket, ”why don't we change jobs? Are you going out for a while

”Shit!”

Hu Cheng drew a middle finger at this fart guy, and scolded several times in his heart. It was shameless. Finally, he gave up the plan of asking for two drinks.

After finishing the lunch in front of him, Hu Cheng lifted his sleeve and wiped his greasy mouth. He got up from the stool and lifted his rifle against the table.

Standing next to the observation hole, Deng Wenjie frowned and looked at the direction of the ice.

”Why don't you send supplies to the next post?” Burping, he went to his comrade in arms. Hu Cheng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

”What is that on the ice?” Deng Wenjie pointed to the Hanjiang River not far away and frowned.