Ding Ermiao picked up the wine glass and said, "Uncle Wang, how did you see it, tell us carefully, we also have a good number." Mobile Reading"

Regarding what Uncle Wang said, Ding Ermiao remained highly skeptical.

Firearms are not only a deterrent to ghosts, but also zombies. So, it's impossible for zombies to shoot people.

To lend him a gut, he didn't dare.

"Okay, I'll tell you about it."

Uncle Wang took out the dry tobacco gun from his waist, filled it with tobacco leaves, took a puff on the fire, and then said:

"To the north of the village, only thirty miles away, there is a Flying Dragon Ridge. When I was younger, I used to hunt in the area. At the foot of Feilong Ridge, there are two thatched huts, which were built by several hunters in our village. Sometimes, we went into the mountains to hunt, and often did not come back for a month, and we ate and lived in those two huts. ”

Ding Ermiao nodded and motioned to continue.

"I was forty years old, I remember. It was the first snow of winter, and it had fallen for a few days and nights, and we were trapped in the mountains, unable to come back, and unable to go out hunting. That night, we were drinking and gambling when we suddenly heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow......"

Uncle Wang seemed to be immersed in memories, spoke very slowly, and said:

"The snow covers the mountain, how can there be pedestrians? And listening to the footsteps, it seems that there are more than three or five people. We were all weird, so we went out and looked. On the white snow, a group of soldiers were walking towards our hut with guns on their shoulders. ”

Sure enough, it was a zombie army, Ding Ermiao and Wan Shugao looked at each other, and they both felt incredible.

"The small troop consisted of thirty or forty men, and they walked stiffly, and their legs dragged on the snow, and a deep old ditch appeared on the snow. We are wondering that those people have come to us. ”

Uncle Wang took a puff of dry tobacco and continued: "A man who looks like an officer took out a map from his bosom and said to me, please take us to this place. ”

"Still telling you to lead the way? Did you show them the way? Wan Shugao hurriedly asked.

Ding Ermiao glared and signaled Wan Shugao to be quiet.

"The officer gave me a map and told me to lead the way, but it was dark outside and I couldn't see the map clearly, so I asked the officer to come into the house and talk."

Uncle Wang's face showed a hint of fear, and said:

"When I entered the house, under the light of the pine, I saw that something was wrong. There was a layer of black gas on the officer's face, floating around. Moreover, his eyeballs will not turn ......, dead fish eyes, will not turn at all! ”

Ding Ermiao frowned, according to Uncle Wang's description, this is indeed the characteristic of a zombie, but the officer can speak, but he doesn't look like a zombie.

"I took one look at the officer, and I was so frightened that I didn't dare to look at the map anymore. The place depicted on the map, as I recognize, is two opposite peaks, and in the middle of the peaks there is a valley called the Hump Valley. ”

Uncle Wang looked out of the door and said, "Hump Valley is more than ten miles west from Feilong Ridge. But that place, no one has ever dared to go at night,...... Because that place, haunted. ”

"Did you end up going?" Wan Shugao asked.

Uncle Wang nodded and sighed: "Go, go, the four hunters in our village have gone, but in the end, only me and Xiaoyu came back alive." ”

Speaking of this, there were tears flashing in Uncle Wang's old eyes. Looking at the expression, it is definitely not pretending.

"Zombie troops, kill the other two hunters?" Ding Ermiao paused, and when Uncle Wang's mood calmed down, he asked, "And that Xiaoyu, who is it?" Still alive? ”

"Xiao Yu's name is Yu Qiangguo, and he is an educated youth and a camp devil placed here. He is still alive, but he lives in the camp of educated youth in the back mountain, not in the village. Uncle Wang sighed and said, "It's not Xiao Yu now, it's Lao Yu." He is also in his early fifties this year. ”

Wan Shu was tall and surprised, and asked, "Didn't the educated youth all go back to the city?" Why didn't Xiaoyu go back? Until now, there is still a camp for educated youth? ”

Regarding the activity of intellectual youth going to the countryside a few decades ago, Ding Ermiao and Wan Shugao naturally did not catch up.

At that time, the educated youth were almost their parents' generation. But in that period of history, Wan Shugao and Ding Ermiao had more or less heard of it.

"He has no relatives in the city, so he doesn't want to go back. At that time, the camp of educated youth, that is, a row of stone houses, was in the back mountain, a few miles away from the village. Now Xiaoyu is alone, living there. ”

Uncle Wang suddenly sighed and asked, "You go into the mountain, that is the only way, don't you see the camp of educated youth in that row of houses?" ”

Wan Shugao rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I saw it, but no one ...... in the house."

"Oh, that's Xiao Yu went into the mountains to wander." Uncle Wang changed a pot of tobacco leaves and continued:

"The zombie officer told us to lead the way, and of course we didn't want to go. But the officer seemed to know what we were thinking, drew his pistol, and pointed it at us. Although we also have muskets for hunting, how can we beat the troops outside? So we had to pack up and set off overnight, braving heavy snowstorms, with the zombie army towards Hump Valley......

The snow was blank, and we led the zombie troops forward with one foot high and one foot low, and finally at two o'clock in the night, we came to the Hump Valley.

But before I went in, I saw that the snowflakes falling from the sky had changed color, and they were all black snowflakes. The black snowflakes are blowing more and more fiercely and densely. Soon, we were surrounded, unable to distinguish things, surrounded by darkness.

And what's even more weird is that the zombie troops that used to follow us have disappeared.

The four of us, the hunters, wrapped in a dense black snowflake, were all in a panic. When we were in a state of panic, we suddenly saw bright bayonets all around, stabbing us from the periphery.

If your life hangs by a thread, you can't take care of much. We were back-to-back, parrying with the shafts of shotguns. Among the four people, I was the oldest, so I loudly ordered Xiao Yu to let them release their guns, and then rushed back, and ran away one counted as one.

The first to put the gun was Xiao Yu, he took the lead in running back as soon as the gun rang out, and I held the gun after it was broken. The four of them took turns pouring gunpowder into iron sand on the ground and taking turns firing their guns.

But I don't know why, the other side didn't put a gun, just poked us with a bayonet.

In the midst of the hasty escape, he suddenly heard a crisp gunfire from outside the black snow encirclement. The other two hunters in the village fell down with a scream at the same time. Xiaoyu and I stopped and bent down to look, but the accomplice shouted, let's run, leave them alone......"

Speaking of this, Uncle Wang raised his sleeves and wiped the tears from his eyes.

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