Darkness is Coming

   "Where did the ordinary zombies hit the armored vehicles, they were all crushed to pieces, and the bones were broken."

"Having said that, don't think that an armored vehicle can roam around in such a sea of ​​corpses. Once a large number of zombies grab the body, jam the chassis, or block the line of sight, then the car is not easy to drive. Yes. There is only the Feijian of the vice president, how can these things that do not know whether to live or die pose a threat.”

   "As the saying goes, one husband is the gate, and ten thousand people are not allowed to open it. At that time, the scene was really a sword, and no ten thousand corpses were near."

"So the armored vehicle ran rampant all the way, like a boulder, no, like a meteor, it tore through the sea of ​​corpses and broke through the siege. To say that this tragically victorious army can rush out of the sea of ​​corpses so easily, it has a good relationship with another person. big deal."

   "That person is the famous Dawning, the former instructor of the Hope Team, Wang Hai, the new listeners may not know much about this person, let me tell you something."

   I don’t know if it’s because the story is exciting and intense, or because everyone lacks entertainment. The storyteller’s half-white and awkward way of speaking seems to have a magical charm, which can make the audience sitting around the hall listen with relish.

   Speaking of this passage, the storyteller grabbed a hollow bamboo tube on the table, brought it to his mouth, drank water, cleared his throat, and slapped the gavel to the table.

"Wang Hai, a native of Yuanjiang, Jiangbei Province, was selected into the special forces for his outstanding performance after enlisting in the army, and later retired from the army for personal reasons and returned to his hometown to do self-employment. The ordinary life did not wear away his blood, and the heavy pressure did not overwhelm him. Arrogant, after the dome came, Wang Hai reached an agreement with President Yang, saying that he would train a crossbow team for President Yang to ensure the security of Paradise Island, and then he would return to the army and join the army to fight the corpse."

"That's right, this crossbow team is the predecessor of the current Dawning Squad and Hope Squad. And Instructor Wang, because of his personal ability, is highly valued by President Yang. But Instructor Wang never forgets his responsibilities as a People's Protection Army. There was no desire for enjoyment at all. After completing the agreement, he resolutely gave up the superior and safe life on the paradise island. One shot, one person, one shot, one person left the island, and went to the front of the corpse. The food stamps are reserved for the families of the martyrs who died."

   "The food stamp he took out at that time, well, it was so thick with three fingers, which shows that Instructor Wang abide by his nature and live a simple life, and he has never been extravagant and wasteful."

"In the extremely tragic battle at the International Trade Building, Instructor Wang killed how many mutants with a sniper rifle in his hand, but unfortunately, Instructor Wang was finally affected by the aftermath of the battle, hurting his legs and abdomen, knowing that he would die. , he doesn't want to be a burden to slow down the breakout time, set up machine guns, and break the back for the breakout troops!"

"I can only hear the continuous sound of gunshots. Instructor Wang's marksmanship is like a god. With the heavy machine gun, he can kill a zombie with every bullet. One person shot one machine gun with the momentum of a machine gun company. The zombies behind the time can't get close, let alone catch up with the armored vehicle."

"Unfortunately, there was no sub-machine gunner to replace the ammo chain for him, and the ammunition chain would be empty after a while. Seeing that the zombies were about to pounce, and the stench was bullying him, Instructor Wang took out a grenade full of grenades. The tactical belt, pulled the ring, and shouted, "Defend the family and the country, fight to the death, victory belongs to the people of Yuanjiang", and then perished with the corpses in the violent explosion."

   "This explosion ended the heroic life of Instructor Wang, but at the same time announced that the victory of our Yuanjiang people was coming. Secretary-General Zhang sang for this: Listen! The wind is howling, the bugle is ringing! The victory song, how loud!"

"When it comes to the Great Wall of the Yuanjiang River, everyone will think of the two-to-three-meter-high fence in the outer urban area. But Lao Wu, I want to tell the truth, that shoddy thing is not the Great Wall of the Yuanjiang River. Only Like Instructor Wang, like President Yang, like every great warrior who has worked hard and sacrificed to protect us, is the real Great Wall of the Far River! Without them, we would not be where we are today."

"Snapped"

   Gavel took another shot, and the storyteller looked around the audience and said, "We'll stop here today, foreshadowing what will happen in the future, and let's listen to the breakdown next time."

  The boos came and went, some people were still clamoring for another paragraph, and some people doubted the authenticity of the story.

"How could a heavy machine gun kill a zombie with every bullet? That would be a headshot. How is this possible? Even if Wang Hai is a gun god, it's impossible! Also, that zombie is going to slam on him. How can there be time to pull the ring one by one? Even shouting slogans, obviously they are all people who are seriously injured and dying." A young man with triangular eyes muttered, he was wearing glasses that were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, and others couldn't see him clearly. eyes.

A middle-aged man with a beard and a beard next to him heard what he said, glared at him unwillingly, and said, "You are smart? How do you know it's impossible? If you can't do it, others can't do it? Maybe Instructor Wang finally awakens. What's so strange about the pull ring, you like to listen to it, if you don't listen, don't come next time, it's just a shrewd thing like you the most disappointing!"

The triangular-eyed youth's face turned red, but he looked at the sturdy body of the other party, and then looked at the silver bracelet with three brain nuclei protruding from the other's wrist. He didn't dare to say a word of cruelty, and immediately died. Keep silent.

"Hey, talk to you, will you come next time?" Seeing the young man's clothes softened, the big man smiled triumphantly. In the past, he didn't know how many animals he slaughtered with a big knife, and he didn't know how many zombies he cut down after the disaster. , I most despise a guy like this who is so thin and dry, who can only talk about kung fu.

   "Come." The youth's voice was as small as a mosquito.

   "Shut up when you come, or I will beat you up!"

  Since the disaster dome came down, people's lives have no TV shows, no computer games, no wifi and 3g. I didn't feel anything at first, that's because everyone's nerves were tense. Every day, they had to face unknown dangers and zombies who didn't know where they might come out. In their hearts, they only had worries and fears, and they only cared about survival. Fun things.

But now the situation is gradually stabilizing, as long as you don't kill yourself, have some skills or are willing to work hard, you can find a good life on Jiangxin Island or Xinyuanjiang in the fence, and you don't have to worry about whether you will have food tomorrow or not. Will I be attacked by zombies in the next second, I can sleep peacefully every day, I can also eat a full meal, and there is still a lot of free time.

There is no entertainment in this spare time, but don't be too uncomfortable. Come to Wuji Teahouse every night to listen to storytelling comic dialogues and become a pastime for most people - after all, not everyone can go to luxury places such as bars, dance halls, and movie theaters. Only members of the Far Rescue Society or corpse hunters with their heads tied to their waistbands can afford the high consumption.

   Seeing that the young man has become soft, the big man no longer cares about him, saying that beating him is just a scene, and no one dares to easily make trouble in the territory of the Yuanjian Society. Everyone knows what's going on in the Xinyuan River in the wall, and going there to seek a life is ten thousand times more uncomfortable than being in Jiangxin Island.

After    looked away, the big man saw a 24-5-year-old woman beside her with tears streaming down her face, but she was crying silently.

   "Hey, girl, why are you crying?"

   Hearing the question from the person next to her, Luo Sujuan raised her hand to wipe away the tears, took a breath, stood up, left her seat, walked to the long table of the storyteller, and placed a food stamp gently in the brass cornucopia on the table.

   Wu Manshi looked at the denomination of the food stamp in surprise, and was greatly surprised. He Lao Wu used to be Mr. Pingshu. After this status was reported, Yuanjiao Society sent people to help him set up this teahouse to provide entertainment for the residents. Not only could Lao Wu share a share of the teahouse's revenue, he also had a fixed salary every month. Everyone knows this, so on weekdays, the audience cheers much better, but there are very few big rewards. After all, no one's food stamps fall from the sky. If you really have money to waste, you should go to the cinema. Dance halls go to bars, not tea houses.

  Luo Sujuan didn't give any explanation for her behavior, didn't even look at Wu Manshi, put down the food stamp and turned around and walked out the door. Outside the house, the cold wind in winter was howling, and it hurt his face, but it couldn't compare to Luo Sujuan's distress.

   It's been more than three months, and every time I think of that name, Luo Sujuan is in such pain that she can't breathe.

  After losing the peaceful and happy life in the past, the beauty of warmth is always easy to be infinitely magnified under the contrast of harsh environment. Luo Sujuan did not believe in the so-called love at first, but now she understands what it means to "ask what love is in the world, and directly teach life and death".

  Unconsciously, Luo Sujuan was like a marionette, walking to a fixed position in a trance.

   Fingers touched the body of the monument, full of icy human touch, Luo Sujuan locked his eyes on the name that he was thinking about.

   "Wang Hai, you bastard."

   Tears welled up in my eyes and couldn't stop.

(Sorry, I don't want to put it in the "author's words", let me say a few words here. I remember that many book friends have always left me their tickets, and they have also opened automatic subscriptions for books. Some book friends turned from piracy to regular, help me ask for subscriptions, and help me write and push bookmarks.

Thank you, for the first time I wrote a novel, I didn’t know anything, I didn’t know anything, and they all said that my grades were too bad, but I only knew that it was all thanks to you. Ah, thanks, don't worry, I'm not going to be a **** or unfinished, I'm still holding on. )