Darkness is Coming

   "Do you want to join the crossbow team?" Yang Xiaoqian looked at Fang Yu who was standing beside the car with a solemn expression.

   "Yes." Fang Yu nodded and said, "If possible, my classmates will also come with me."

   "Are you aware of the dangers involved? Don't look at how easy they are now, that means they haven't encountered a corpse tide. If we encounter a large group of corpses and we can't take care of them, they will all be wiped out in minutes."

   After listening to Yang Xiaoqian's words, Fang Yu's expression did not change, he nodded again and said, "I know, I want to join the crossbow team."

   "Why?" Yang Xiaoqian asked in amazement. Many people were rescued along the way. This was the first time someone volunteered to join the crossbow team, took up arms and walked to the front line.

   "It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. You are not obliged to protect our safety all the time. If you want to keep a place for yourself, you must be useful. Besides, by joining the crossbow team, I can also learn more about protecting myself." Fang Yu replied.

   Yang Xiaoqian smiled, Fang Yu's answer was similar to the answer of the young husband in the documentary, and most of it was influenced.

   Turning his head to look at Heizi's indignant face, and then looking at the bullying of the refugees by the members of the crossbow team, Yang Xiaoqian understood another reason why Fang Yu didn't say it: only by mastering weapons can they not be bullied, and they don't want to be bullied.

   For the unarmed refugees, the members of the crossbow team with the modified crossbow on their backs and the crossbow hanging on their waists are obviously high above.

   The oppression of one class by another class is inevitable, and Yang Xiaoqian does not intend to avoid it. It is a long-established strategy to let the crossbow team pull hatred.

"However, creating hatred between them is only a means, not an end. You can turn a blind eye, but you can't condone and encourage it, you still have to adjust it properly. Ah, being a leader is really tiring, it's a headache..." Yang Xiaoqian thought so , did not speak.

  Fang Yu nervously looked at Yang Xiaoqian's uncertain profile, and thought to himself: Sure enough, he wouldn't agree, this guy looks younger than me, but his methods are very old-fashioned. Guys like this will definitely go to dictatorship in this situation, and they must concentrate all the weapons in their own hands, I still think too simplistic.

   Nervous and worried for a long time, and finally waited until Yang Xiaoqian said: "You don't want to go to the crossbow team."

Fang Yu's heart sank, and when it sank halfway, Yang Xiaoqian quickly brought it up: "I'll give you two guns, no, let's go with crossbows. You will be responsible for managing the passengers on the bus in the future. The crossbow team needs you. Where you can help, you should discuss and cooperate closely, is there any problem?"

   "No, thank you!" Fang Yu responded excitedly.

   "Well, I'll take you to lead the crossbow. You can ask Captain Wang if you don't understand anything." Yang Xiaoqian opened the car door and walked to Wang Hai with Fang Yu and Heizi. At this time, Wang Hai was debugging the light sight of the crossbow.

After briefly explaining the situation and letting Fang Yu and the two lead the bow and crossbow to leave, Yang Xiaoqian stared at the rifle that Wang Hai had placed beside him, and asked on a whim, "Captain Wang, can you teach me how to use a gun when you have time? Close combat."

   "Just call my name. Why are you learning this? Don't pick up sesame seeds with a big watermelon?" Wang Hai's words couldn't be more clear: Yang Xiaoqian has powerful superpowers, so why spend time learning how to use a gun.

   "Don't you know, almost every boy has a dream of becoming a gun king." Yang Xiaoqian replied casually.

   "It's okay if you want me to teach you, at least you should tell me why you want to learn?" Wang Hai was dissatisfied with Yang Xiaoqian's perfunctory attitude.

   "Hey, this, I can't talk about it." Yang Xiaoqian laughed dryly.

   Unlike Yu Qian's ability to control metal, Yang Xiaoqian's Black Phantom clone has a certain degree of autonomy.

   Taking the occupation of a game character as an analogy, Yu Qian is like a long-range spellcaster. When he needs to raise his staff (firearm or melee weapon) to fight the enemy, it means that he has exhausted his energy. And Yang Xiaoqian is like a summoner. Since the "summoner" can fight independently, why can't Yang Xiaoqian as a "summoner" enhance his own strength to assist in the battle? This is also a disguised combat power improvement.

"It seems that it has something to do with your ability, so it's inconvenient to tell me." Wang Hai nodded, his face was as usual, and he didn't seem to be displeased because of Yang Xiaoqian's distrust, "No problem, I'll teach you when I'm free at night, In the future, you can practice more when you have the opportunity. Although marksmanship also pays attention to talent, most of it comes from practice. As for melee combat, don't think about it for the time being, just exercise your body first, let alone fighting with your current body. A punch to the face will make you faint."

   "Okay, I'll do more exercise." Yang Xiaoqian smiled awkwardly, raised his right hand and shook the silver bracelet on his wrist, "But don't wait that long, I have this stuff."

   "Well, let's start at night."

   "Thank you." After thanking Yang Xiaoqian, he returned to the off-road vehicle and continued to wait.

   After a short while, the members of the crossbow team had already disposed of the supermarket goods as instructed by Yang Xiaoqian, and a road sign was erected again along the way to indicate the direction of travel. Then the crossbow team got into the van and truck, the refugees got into the bus, and Wang Hai also got into the driver's seat of the off-road vehicle to start the car.

   Just when the convoy was about to set off and continue to move forward, a group of people who came out of nowhere ran over and stopped in front of the road.

   "Don't go, don't go!" A middle-aged man who was leading the team raised his hands above his head and waved continuously. The thin gold-rimmed glasses swayed slightly with his movements, "Take us! Help us!"

Taking a closer look, Yang Xiaoqian accidentally discovered that the middle-aged man was actually Han Chang, a famous teacher from the Second Middle School. The university goes to Beijing University, and the admission rate of each graduating class is 100%, and more than 90% starts with two books.

However, Yang Xiaoqian hated this person for no other reason. In the middle school entrance examination, Yang Xiaoqian's grades were enough to enter the experimental class, but this guy's money-power trading black-box operation excluded Yang Xiaoqian but recruited people with lower scores into the experimental class. Quality education requires a comprehensive balance of morality, intelligence, physicality and beauty.

   "Make way." Yang Xiaoqian's answer was concise and clear.

   When Yang Xiaoqian's voice spread out through the external loudspeaker, the members of the crossbow team responded immediately, carrying long crossbows and short crossbows to get out of the car to drive them away.

  Han Chang drove away several people, followed the sound and ran to the off-road vehicle, flapping the window desperately. He believed that the leader of the team was on this vehicle.

   "Mr. Han, what advice do you have?" Yang Xiaoqian rolled down the car window, his face expressionless.

  Han Chang asked in surprise: "You know me?" Looking at the two slightly familiar faces in the back seat but couldn't recall the specific faces, Han Chang asked in surprise, "Are you two middle school students?"

   "I'll say it again, get out of the way." Yang Xiaoqian didn't want to pay attention to this person at all, "Either tell them to get out of the way, or I will run over."

  Han Chang's old face was blood red, and his hands were shaking when he pointed at Yang Xiaoqian. "You, how did you learn the nine-year compulsory education! So many years of reading for nothing! Are you still speaking in human words!"

   "click"

  The loaded pistol sticks out of the window, and the black muzzle points directly at Han Chang.

   "Yang Xiaoqian!" Wang Hai in the driver's seat couldn't help shouting, worried that Yang Xiaoqian would rush to kill in a fit of rage.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" It was not Han Chang who begged for mercy, but the group of young and old who were still blocking the road. They had spread out to both sides to make way, "Don't kill Mr. Han, let's make way, we don't want to. Help!"

"boom"

   A shot rang out.

The bullets flew towards the sky, Yang Xiaoqian retracted the gun, experienced the thrill of revenge a little, and then said, "Mr. Han, this shot will remind you. The world has changed, and people have changed, so I will speak later. Think before you speak."

  Han Chang was so frightened that his legs went weak and almost fell over. After hearing Yang Xiaoqian's words, he nodded repeatedly and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

   If he can live until now, he will not be a fool. Maybe Han Chang's mentality and cognition have not been completely reversed. Maybe he just thought that as a teacher, he would not be under the eyes of students. Whatever prompted him to say that, the shot completely woke him up.

   "Yes, I'm sorry, we'll leave right away." Han Chang apologized again.

   "Wait, I think you are very popular, you saved all those people?" Yang Xiaoqian asked suddenly.

  Han Chang hesitated for a while, then nodded and said, "I saved a part of it."

"I appreciate people who are willing to save people." Yang Xiaoqian said slowly in an intriguing tone, "but I hate you very much. And we don't have any spare parking spaces. You can find a few cars to follow, we will stay. Sign off."

   waved his hand and sent Han Chang away like a fly. Yang Xiaoqian closed the window and let out a long sigh.

   Wang Hai in the driver's seat was obviously slightly dissatisfied, but he did not object to Yang Xiaoqian's decision. He had met too many people along the way, and too many had been left behind by Yang Xiaoqian for being unreasonable or worthless. Wang Hai has been silent all the time, because he also understands that if everyone wants to be saved, in the end, no one can be saved.

Once the screening conditions are ignored and a large number of survivors are taken in, the number of the team will increase exponentially. At that time, not only will the food supply not keep up, but the speed of travel will be greatly affected, and it may also attract a large tide of corpses, which will increase the number of ordinary people. Danger.

   "Yu Qian, I really wanted to shoot him to death just now." The motorcade moved forward, looking out the window at the silent street scene accelerating backwards, Yang Xiaoqian had the urge to talk.

   Yu Qian didn't say anything.

Yang Xiaoqian continued: "I hate this person very much. It used to be a bit of a holiday, but I guess he doesn't remember me as a person. If everything goes as usual, he will never remember me as a person. But now everything has changed, He doesn't even have the right to talk to me on an equal footing, and if I shoot him just now, there shouldn't be any serious consequences."

"Even if I asked him to kneel on the ground and beg me and lick my shoes, he would probably give in. And in the car behind, those beautiful and lovely girls, as long as I want them, most of them won't refuse, even if They don't want to, how many people can't bow their heads in order to survive?"

   Yang Xiaoqian's speech speed is getting faster and faster.

   "This feeling of being in control of someone else's life and death...it's so good, it's so intoxicating."

   "This feeling is so good that I almost forget that my original intention is to save people, and to save as many people as I can."

   "Yu Qian, when desire loses its shackles, what should we do?" Yang Xiaoqian said a bunch of messy things, and finally asked an inexplicable question.

   "What are you talking about?" Yu Qian opened his eyes and looked at Yang Xiaoqian with the eyes of a fool.

   Yang Xiaoqian was stunned for a while, and was stunned for a long time.

   "I'm sorry, it's nothing, I forgot." Yang Xiaoqian shook his head with a smile, his tone lost.

  I forgot that you are not Yu Qian.

   The gaze that was cast out the window gradually turned from bewilderment to firmness, and Yang Xiaoqian's own voice sounded in his heart.

  When desire loses its shackles, do not condone madness.

  Because madness is sure to perish.