The conscripts were getting closer and closer to the zombies, but there was no sound from their feet. It seemed that the conscripts were absolutely obedient to Han Feng's orders.

Getting closer, getting closer! Han Feng was staring at the backs of the mobilization soldiers and clenching his hands nervously.

Does it really make no sound? How will the conscripts deal with this zombie without shooting? What can I do? What if I can’t defeat it? What should I do if I get bitten? Will the conscripts turn into zombies? Then

Who the hell has ever beaten him... Han Feng kept thinking about various possibilities in his mind.

Reality told Han Feng the answer. To be precise, it was the skills of the mobilized soldiers who told Han Feng the answer.

When the conscripts were only four or five meters away from the zombies, the zombies seemed to have noticed something. They turned around to face the conscripts, roared in their mouths, and then pounced on them.

I saw the mobilizer leaping up, rushing towards the zombies in an instant, holding the AK47 with both hands and bursting out with a devastating blow. The solid and powerful muscles are really not a joke...

"Boom!" There was no loud sound, and the zombie was hit hard on the head by the soldier's gun butt.

Think of a 1.9 meter tall muscular man hitting a 1.7 meter tall man on the head with a gun butt... It's so violent.

The zombie flew back three or four meters after being hit. Yes, it was really knocked back three or four meters.

I saw zombies falling heavily to the ground, and mobilization troops followed closely.

The zombie that suffered a heavy blow did not die on the spot. It moved stiffly and tried to grab the soldier's feet. That's right, the skull is the hardest bone in human beings. Even a hard blow may not really explode it.

But the soldier moved faster, raised one foot and stepped on the zombie's head.

"Bang!" The zombie's head was stepped on and exploded! The red and white object exploded and sprayed the leg of the soldier.

Under normal circumstances, the force of a human stepping on the head will not cause the head to explode. But the fatal blow just now has actually caused cracks in the zombie's skull. Coupled with the already powerful legs of the conscripts, this was the result.

situation.

A zombie that has lost its head is completely dead.

It was also because of this zombie's bad luck that he met Han Feng and the mobilization soldiers just after he became a zombie. He ended his zombie career in a hurry.

After killing the zombies, the mobilization troops returned to their military posture, as if waiting for Han Feng's review.

The brown leather jacket was stained with blood, and a few drops of blood slowly flowed from the butt of the AK47 in his hand. If people didn't know about zombies, they would definitely think of a war-torn area when they saw this scene. There were headless corpses lying on the ground, standing next to them.

The picture shows well-trained thugs...it is like a picture of thugs holding hot weapons and killing unarmed civilians.

But the truth is even more unbelievable. They are zombies that are more difficult to deal with than the riots!

Han Feng was stunned. He couldn't find any words to describe his mood at this moment. Just now he was thinking about various possibilities, but the zombies were mobilized to solve the battle in a few seconds?

Han Feng swallowed, he couldn't believe that the weakest soldier in the red police could be so fierce!

Great! Han Feng responded

After I came over, I was ecstatic.

"I found a treasure! I found a treasure!" Han Feng said to himself ecstatically. Because he knew that the stronger the combatants summoned by the red alert, the greater his hope of survival.

Han Feng crouched and ran towards the mobilization soldiers, but did not dare to make too much noise with his feet. The joy in his heart diluted the stimulation of Han Feng's sense of smell and vision. Even the minced meat and the strong smell of blood on the ground were ignored by Han Feng.

past.

"Let's go into the canteen." Han Feng whispered.

After the two quickly entered the canteen, Han Feng closed the door. In an attempt to reduce the noise as much as possible, Han Feng, who was worried, even pushed out the bar of the canteen to block the door.

"This should be safe, right?" Han Feng muttered to himself while wiping his sweat.

"You guard the door and be alert. If anything happens, notify me immediately. Remember not to shoot casually." Han Feng issued a series of orders to the mobilized soldiers.

"Yes!" The mobilization soldier said and walked to the door, always on guard.

Han Feng looked at the products in the canteen and picked up chocolates, Snickers bars, dried meats and other foods on the shelves. Han Feng knew that these foods were extremely high in calories and could help him live longer than foods like bread.

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There are not many things in the canteen, a dozen pieces of chocolate, six Snickers bars, three bags of dried meat... any plastic bag can fit them.

By the way, there is water. Han Feng turned around and took a bottle of water from the shelf, opened it and took a sip. "So good!" Han Feng, who had been thirsty all morning, finally drank his first drink of water in the apocalypse.

Han Feng took a bottle of water and threw it to the conscript, indicating that he should also drink some water. Then Han Feng turned around and picked up the bread.

He tore open the package and started eating directly. In fact, Han Feng was not hungry, but it would be a good thing to reserve more energy in the apocalypse.

While eating and shopping, Han Feng discovered good things - canned luncheon meat and compressed biscuits!

Yes, what is the best thing in the apocalypse? Of course, water, canned luncheon meat and compressed biscuits! Water is necessary for the human body, and the shelf life of canned luncheon meat is very long, reaching three years! There is no need to mention compressed biscuits.

It is resistant to hunger, has a strong sense of satiety and has a long shelf life.

It's a pity that there are only two compressed biscuits. There are more cans of lunch meat, four cans...

By the way, there is a small door behind the canteen. If you guessed it correctly, it should be a warehouse, right? Just in time to see if there are boxes of canned luncheon meat and boxes of compressed biscuits. Although Han Feng knew that there was little hope, because the canteen was after all.

It's a canteen instead of a supermarket. For products like this that aren't sold often, the store won't buy too many goods at once.

But even if there are no cans and biscuits, it is still good to get water in pieces. Can't you just go out with two bottles in your hand? Work hard for two bottles of water?

After thinking about it in his mind, Han Feng opened the door of the canteen warehouse. After entering, he turned on the light. Because the place was small, Han Feng turned around and closed the door.

With his head lowered, Han Feng squatted on the ground and looked at the goods carefully, trying to find cans or biscuits. But he didn't expect that danger was approaching...

The light reflected a shaking figure. After noticing the figure on the ground, Han Feng raised his head, only to be confronted by the approaching zombies.

It was almost a cheek to cheek.

The zombie bent over and looked at Han Feng, and Han Feng squatted on the ground and looked up at the zombie. The beautiful picture was frozen for only a second...

"Ah!!!" "Roar!!!" Two voices came out almost at the same time! The two hugged each other instantly.

I must not let him bite me! Absolutely not! This is the first thing that comes to Han Feng's mind. Because now Han Feng understands the zombie's attack method and infection method, which is through biting. So Han Feng knows that he must stay away from the zombie's mouth.

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"Help! Soldiers! Come here quickly!" Han Feng remembered in a panic that there were soldiers outside, so he yelled this sentence without bothering to lower his voice. I hope the soldiers will move quickly!

Otherwise I will die soon!

"Bang bang bang." The sound of pushing the door sounded. It was mobilization soldiers!

But what makes Han Feng desperate is that... the door is stuck by himself and the zombies! Yes, the door is pushed inward... and Han Feng and the zombies are lying behind the door! The mobilization soldiers used the door by mistake when pushing the door.

He hit Han Feng on the head a few times. He couldn't bear to face the zombies in front of him, but he didn't expect that he would be "attacked from both sides" by mobilized soldiers.

The arm supporting the zombie had already consumed most of Han Feng's strength, and his head was knocked several times by the door. His body, which was already exhausted, suddenly broke his balance...

In an instant, the distance between the zombie's face and Han Feng's face was so close that Han Feng could even see the vegetable leaves remaining on the zombie's teeth!

It’s cold! It’s really cold this time! Am I a fucking stupid pig! Why should I close the door? I don’t have a long memory in the bathroom?! I’m really delivering food this time!

The power is getting smaller and smaller...

Han Feng caught a glimpse of a short iron rod from the corner of his eye. This stick combined with the hole in the ground should be a homemade door stopper. After all, you can't open the door manually every time when transporting goods.

This is the only "weapon" Han Feng can obtain.

He freed up one hand and pushed the zombie with the other hand. Finally, he grabbed the small iron rod with his right hand, but what could such a short stick do...

Never mind! Han Feng withdrew his right hand holding the small iron rod and stabbed the zombie in the face.

Because he was supporting the zombie with one hand, he was slowly pressed closer by the zombie. Finally... Han Feng's left hand could no longer hold on. The zombie slammed into Han Feng's chest, while the right hand holding the small iron rod

Being squeezed between the zombie's face and my own chest...

The zombies are motionless. The zombies are dead...

Because the iron rod in Han Feng's right hand was inserted into the zombie's eye socket, and the zombie's face slammed into Han Feng's chest, causing the iron rod to enter the brain smoothly...

Han Feng survived and even killed the zombies while facing them alone.

The mobilized soldiers outside the door still kept knocking on the door.

"Stop knocking." Han Feng's words were trembling because of exhaustion. Pushing away the zombies on his body, Han Feng sat up. Facing the messy warehouse, he fell into deep thought...

"Shashasha." There was a sound from the end of the warehouse...
Chapter completed!