doomsday lamb

Lang Hua was deep in thought when a scream suddenly sounded in the living room.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The early morning sunlight penetrates the curtains and scatters into the living room of Yang's apartment, enough for people to see all the details inside.

The piles of dead bodies were gray and white in color. The semi-condensed dark red blood looked like sticky paint that had been knocked over. Finally, there were two nurses paralyzed on the ground.

The one who screamed at disturbingly high decibels was one of them, Wang Yan. As for Xiaomeng, it was not that she was any better than her. It was just that she had been frightened to the extreme, and she could only open her mouth wide but could not make any sound.

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Lang Hua rushed out. He didn't see the unexpected emergency, but what he saw was the scene in front of him.

He couldn't help but frown and glared at Wang Yan. The warning in his eyebrows was full of warning.

This glare had a miraculous effect, and Wang Yan immediately stopped talking. However, she was trembling even more violently than before.

Yang Xiaoxiao also looked surprised at this time - she had never seen Lang Hua show such an impatient expression.

Although Yang Qinghua and Duan Qing huddled tightly behind Yang Bensheng.

However, compared to the nurses who were screaming, their eyes were no less frightened than others, but they still stood firm.

Duan Qing even consciously reached out to cover her brother's eyes.

Duan Qing's younger brother is the dark and skinny little boy in front of him.

Even though his face looked pale due to illness and hunger, his eyes were wandering between Duan Qing's fingers, staring intently at the messy living room.

Do they perform better than adults?

Are newborn calves not afraid of tigers? Or are they born with character...

Or it should be a material that can be made.

Coupled with yesterday's "warehouse incident", this pair of siblings made Lang Huagao look at them a lot. He also looked at the little boy twice.

The events that followed made people feel agitated. Lang Hua resisted the urge to slam the door and sighed.

"Uncle Yang, please take someone into the second bedroom. As for the reason, Xiaoxiao will be responsible for explaining it clearly to you."

He paused and added: "I...I'm just thinking about something outside, so you don't have to worry about it."

The group of people had no choice but to enter the room one after another. Even the two nurses, Wang Yan and Xiaomeng, shrank and followed Yang Bensheng step by step.

The bloody smell outside is too strong for them to stay for a long time after being frightened.

The door squeaked loudly, and Lang Hua was the only one left in the empty apartment.

Lang Hua strolled in the living room, stepping over the corpses expressionlessly.

The gray-white wounds and flesh were rolled up, and the dead body's eyes were wide open, its expression frozen at the moment before death.

A pair of combat boots stepped on the blood on the beach, and then lifted up again. The semi-coagulated plasma stuck to the soles and was carried into the air, creating a brushed visual effect.

He opened the doors one after another and stared at each room.

The eyes see a lot, and the mind thinks a lot.

The apocalypse has broken out and the world is so dangerous. Once they go out from here to the secret base, they may never come back.

In a city where zombies are raging after a disaster, there are no conditions for a team of survivors to travel safely.

Lang Hua stopped in front of the master bedroom door, which had been occupied by Madam and his wife during the week.

The wardrobe in the room that was chopped up and used for firewood was said to be the dowry brought by Aunt Ping when she got married twenty years ago.

And the cash and jewelry that were randomly torn and scattered seemed to represent the uninvited guests who broke into the house and how they fell into the trap that night.

What a carnival.

There were not many pieces of jewelry. I heard that Uncle Yang bought them as wedding anniversary gifts for Aunt Ping in the early years. Aunt Ping used the excuse that she was afraid of losing them, so she cherished them very much and never wore them out a few times.

And those banknotes that were once tied up neatly, but now look like shredded paper, are the "gifts" that the couple calls them.

"Leave it to future Xiaohua as a gift for marrying a wife" - that's what they once said.

Even if he is just an adopted son, he is just an adopted son who does not want to change his surname or call his father or mother.

Although from the day he was accepted as an adopted son by the Yang family, Lang Hua made up his mind to be a passerby.

Although in the eyes of Lang Hua and these "dove-occupying magpie's nests", these things are just useless waste paper and decorations in the post-apocalyptic world.

But they clearly have a more profound meaning.

For Captain Lang Hua, for young Lang Hua.

This is an unprecedented two years, a kind and caring experience that I have not experienced in a long time...

Family, expectation, tenderness, trust...

In the past two years, Lang Hua has been almost addicted to these things and cannot extricate himself.

But in the quiet moments, in a small corner of the bed, in a dark room with no light, he still realized that something was about to happen, and it was still inevitable.

He is afraid of the blood he may experience again and the loss he may experience again.

At one point that night, he even thought about dying.

This should be extremely ridiculous for a lucky person who is miraculously reborn, because no one would choose to end their life immediately after being reborn.

Just like using "Second Life" in the game to fill up the health bar, no one will immediately die and jump off the cliff.

But we all know clearly - this is not a game.

There is only one chance to "buy and leave".

Perhaps for a "gambler" who has lost once, he is facing unprecedented pressure.

Even if you have all your wealth at this time, it will always seem to be stretched thin.

Because the world is complex and ever-changing, because reality is complex and unpredictable.

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Then, the next moment he thought about committing suicide, he put this ridiculous idea behind him and fell asleep.

It was past midnight, the morning light was faint, and the sky was about to get bright.

Section 2

The past and present life lasted only thirty years, but Lang Hua spent half of his life in this apocalypse.

He knew that he would never be able to distance himself from this apocalypse.

In other words, everyone in the world, all races on this earth, and all life are inextricably linked to this end of the world.

Because this has happened a long time ago, because this is a scene that has slowly begun.

The wave of the apocalypse begins, there is a rise and fall, a struggle, and I don’t know how many people will be lucky enough to see the end of the day.

As for the rest, they were all reduced to ashes.

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Having experienced so much, Lang Hua sometimes couldn't see clearly.

Just because you've experienced it hundreds or thousands of times doesn't mean you're used to it.

During those years when Lang Hua watched the people around him die one after another, many things happened, but he only remembered one person and one thing.

Da Zhuang, one of the members of the third battalion of the 215th Regiment in the early days of the apocalypse, is tall and strong as his name suggests, but has an extremely honest and honest personality. Although he is nearly two meters tall, he usually likes to hunch over.

However, there are no nasty things like those elsewhere in the army. The atmosphere among the comrades is harmonious. Not only have they not laughed at Da Zhuang, they have also spoken kindly to him many times.

Remind him to pay attention to his posture and self-confidence. But every time Da Zhuang just smiles and shakes his head, saying that he is used to it and cannot change it.

At that time, Lang Hua had only been in the 215th Regiment for two years. After graduating from the officer training camp, he led his reconnaissance team to show his prominence, repeatedly attacked dangerous places, and won many honors and awards.

At that time, it was still half a year before Lang Hua was named a combat hero by the division headquarters. (It was still two years later.)

Also in a battle after that year, Li Yishan patted him on the shoulder in the company trench and said to him: "Hua Zi, don't rush too hard on the front line. Heroes never live long."

Da Zhuang is an auxiliary soldier in Lang Hua's team. He is mainly responsible for fire support and heavy baggage. He is an expert in using small cannons and grenade launchers.

Following instructions from the regiment headquarters, the team raided a certain branch of the cult organization "Black Blood Altar" and, with the support of accurate intelligence, quickly killed all the cult rebels who could afford weapons.

Only at the moment before retreating, Da Zhuang discovered a little girl in the corridor.

The little girl looked harmless, but she didn't look like a captured survivor. She was clearly someone from the "Black Blood Altar".

The moment Da Zhuang begged Lang Hua to let the girl go, a knife penetrated his heart and came out from his chest and ribs.

Lang Hua couldn't remember what the girl said at that time. It was probably something like "she will go to heaven and gain eternal life after she is martyred." The members of the team were all red-eyed, but Da Zhuang heard the sound of the ring falling to the ground.

He turned around and saw the grenade in the girl's arms, and resolutely blocked the entire corridor.

At that time, Da Zhuang's comrades saw Da Zhuang standing up straight for the first and only time.

The nearly two-meter tall person fed by an astonishing amount of food, and the strong arms cultivated by military training... the entire corridor was completely packed in an instant.

Then there was a deafening sound, splashing warm blood and minced meat, followed by the buzzing of the mind...

The last words Lang Hua could remember from Da Zhuang were not "Leave me alone, run away", but a heart-wrenching "Captain!"

At that time, he had the last tacit understanding with Da Zhuang - Lang Hua threw all the remaining members of the team to the ground at the critical moment, thus avoiding more casualties.

"Captain, the child is innocent. Let this little girl go."

"Kid, don't be afraid, we are all good people and will not hurt you."

But if you don’t hurt others, will others not hurt you?

Only then did Lang Hua understand the reason why good people do not live long.

In the apocalypse, in addition to prey, you are also the hunter. You may not kill others, but you cannot stop others from coming to take your life all the time.

Therefore, Lang Hua changed his previous steady style and fought alone, killing many people, on the battlefield, during missions, and many times in the enemy's base camp.

He doesn't want his life, he wants the lives of others.

Because he was more cruel to himself than his enemies, people in the opposite camp called him "Crazy Wolf".

Innocent? Poor?

Why should his soldiers die?

Just because of kindness? Just because of generosity and benevolence?

What kind of bird-feather truth is this!

If I could refute Da Zhuang's ridiculous reason at the first opportunity.

Maybe Da Zhuang won't die.

Lang Hua was too young at that time and could not bear the weight of a living life.

Afterwards, the division headquarters determined that as the captain, he did not have to bear any responsibility in the accident, but Lang Hua still insisted on resigning from his position.

Until the "first major counterattack" and the "total defeat", Lang Hua never led troops again.