Apocalypse: The Fat Lady Strikes Back

Ye Yiming had seen this disaster long ago.

See, the death knell of the last days is ringing dully, getting closer, getting closer, everyone says that the garrison is unreasonable, and the garrison never intervenes in the battle of the city management system.

In fact, it is just that the garrison is protecting itself, secretly protecting itself, accumulating strength, and not losing a single bit of its own wings for the internal friction of human beings.

Why protect yourself? Because the garrison must save this life to protect the last dignity of human beings.

In order for the human species not to be trampled by other species, in order to pay for all the struggles and mistakes in the end.

Cen Yi pursed his lips, and closed his eyes with a heavy heart in the midst of countless little mice rushing towards him.

He fell silent, his straight shoulders were covered with white snow, and then collapsed, as if a heavy burden fell on Cen Yi's shoulders.

It can't be saved, as Mu Wenbin said, it can't be saved.

Because the fecundity of rats is too strong, there is only one community that has been discovered. What about the other communities that have not been discovered?

The underground pipelines in Xiangcheng are connected to the villages outside Xiangcheng, the small boundary of Xiangcheng, and there are countless pipelines connected to other cities to what extent the zombies and rats have spread.

Who knows?

During the phone call, Ye Yiming was also silent. After a long time, he spoke slowly and said in a low voice:

"Wolf cub, if you don't want to do it, I'll let you go."

He's only 18 years old, what a young man, if it is placed before the end of the world, Ye Yiming will use all means to raise this kid well.

But this is the end of the world, the world is in chaos, the years are turbulent, and the garrison must be desperate. Ye Yiming suddenly is reluctant to let such a good young man waste his life for the mistakes of the two old dogs, Gong Jingye and Wen Hongtu.

There is still time, and I can still enjoy life for a period of time as an ordinary young man.

You can also go to a place where the mutating virus has not yet broken out, have a relationship, and honor your elders.

What Ye Yiming said was true.

Cen Yi let out a "bah", and violently tugged at the collar in front of his throat. He held his neck up, looked at the snowflakes in the sky, and unbuttoned the garrison combat uniform in front of his neck. Blades were flying all over his body. Cutting the little mice.

Cen Yi scolded:

"You look down on me too much. My dad knew he was dead, and he hasn't escaped yet. What's more, young master, Ye Yiming, you should hurry up and write an application for retirement. You, you are old and can't do it anymore. The position of the supreme commander of the Xiangcheng garrison is given to the young master, and the young master will come to kill one, and two to kill a pair!"

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, okay, I'm dead, you just take over the flag that we garrisoned in Xiangcheng."

Ye Yiming was overjoyed when he heard that, that's what he wanted. The garrison was filled with wild wolves who were not afraid of death. He was not afraid of death, because after his death, there would be wolf cubs like Cen Yi who would fight for him and this apocalypse until the end.

In the community, Cen Yi hangs up Ye Yiming's phone inexplicably. He doesn't know what kind of nerve Ye Yiming is, and feels that Ye Yiming seems to be explaining the funeral.

Behind him, Lu Zhengqing was answering Ajiu's phone call. After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhengqing came forward, stood among the flying blades, and said to Cen Yi:

"Jiu'er said that he has already opened the warehouse door of a mission center, and there is a warehouse of supplies inside, and he needs to find someone to move it."

"Aren't there any mice over there?"

Cen Yi looked down at the phone, and sent a message to Qiao Lingxiang to report that he was safe, and when Lu Zhengqing said no, he said:

"Then ask Zhao Long to help move. The first wave of people leaving the city is about to move. Now I am worried that there will be no energy crystals on Ayaka's side. By the way, I will ask Zhao Long to grab some energy crystals for her. I said, your family Those relatives, just use it as an energy crystal for Ayaka, what kind of mine do they dig? Our energy stone mine is not for sale."

Hearing Cen Yi's words, Lu Zhengqing smiled and shrugged, saying:

"I have no objection to this. If our Xiangxiang needs it, just let Zhao Long go and get it."

He said, with a machete in his hand, he saw a mouse that was lucky enough to rush into the flying knives formation, he went up and chopped it off, then turned around, and pointed the machete in Cen Yiyang's hand, saying:

"It's still better with your knife, there is no pressure to chop mice."

Cen Yi raised his eyebrows and said nothing. The person who was texting Qiao Lingxiang had no time to talk to Lu Zhengqing.

On Qiao Lingxiang's side, she lived alone in the entire medical field, except for the lack of fat energy, there was no pressure.

At night, Zhao Long had brought all the energy crystals to her. There were 7 energy crystals in a bus, all of which were sucked into shriveled matchsticks by her, and none of them could be used.

Zhao Long also secretly arrested many relatives of the Lu family for her, blindfolded them, gagged their mouths, bound their hands and feet, and quietly sent them to the toilet next to the headquarters for Qiao Lingxiang to absorb.

Soon, all the relatives of the Lu family turned into stick figures, and they didn't know how they changed.

I only know that I was put in a sack for no reason, and then was taken to a smelly place, touched by a pair of tender hands a few times, and when they came back, they turned into matchsticks.

This world is too scary.

In the early hours of the morning, the body temperature of all the garrisons who had been scratched and bitten by zombie rats began to decline, except for some trauma.

Zhao Long found Qiao Lingxiang and told her that Ajiu had found the food in the mission center and needed someone to drag it.

Qiao Lingxiang, who weighs 140 catties, yawned and said to Zhao Long:

"Do you want to drive there? Why don't you ask Captain Fan to send a few people to help. There must be a lot of supplies in a small warehouse. Brother Zhao Long, you can't move them alone."

Zhao Long turned his head and looked around the tent. Except for a group of wounded people sleeping on folding beds, there was no one else here, so he asked Qiao Lingxiang in a low voice,

"Will he help? Will he arrest us? After all, we are robbing Gong Jingye's supplies. It's not good to say it."

On the folding bed, a traumatized person stationed there suddenly sat up, patted his thigh, and said to Zhao Long:

"Afraid of Mao, let's go, I will go with you and help you carry supplies."

Behind Qiao Lingxiang, a garrison raised a hand full of wounds. Although a little weak, he seemed very interested and said:

"I'll go too, Zhao Long, count me in for such relief."

A few more garrisons sat up, all of them were traumatized, and they also raised their hands to sign up.

"Me, count me in, I want to participate."

"Of course you can't forget me."

"I, I, I want to go too.".

Sitting at the door of the tent, Mu Wenbin, who was sleeping while drinking water, secretly lifted his eyelids, pretending not to hear, and even pretended to snore.

Ye Yiming: Brother Jingye, my garrison is recuperating, this time I suffered heavy casualties

Gong Jingye: No, those garrisons of yours who are recuperating are running around and stole all my supplies.