The night receded, the morning breeze shook Zhang Xiaoqiang's cheeks, waking him up from his light sleep, he saw Yang Ke'er and Shangguan Qiaoyun lying beside him, and farther away were those team members who fought until midnight sleeping on the muddy floor, he sat up from the oilcloth on the ground and shook his sore neck, turned his head to look at the two team members standing on the edge of the cliff and guarding in the distance.

At this moment, there is a faint mist on the hills, and in addition to the thick smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, there is also the unique smell of corpses on zombies......

The mist in the early morning was not thick, especially in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, the mist did not block his sharp vision, and he clearly saw the tragic scene after the explosives exploded last night.

The shape of the whole hill has been completely changed, and the mountain face in the direction of the zombies has collapsed in half, forming a huge gentle slope, on the gentle slope, the earth and the boulders stained with the dirt are exposed, and in the thin soil near the ground, the claws or legs painted with mud are stretched out, and their owners are unable to move in the soil, these are the zombies who were buried last night......

Originally, there was no machine gun nest left at the top of the mountain, and a large slope not far from the ground where everyone slept was exposed in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked slowly to that side, his leather shoes crunched on the bullet casings all over the ground, and from time to time he could see the ammunition box buried in the floating soil showing a corner to form a sharp corner on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the big slope and looked at the deep crack below, his heart was terrified, his personal strength seemed too small under the overturning of the earth, thinking of the shaking of the mountains last night, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally realized how powerful the natural power of heaven and earth is......

A chain of Maxine heavy machine gun shells lies quietly in the center of the slope, the 6.4-meter-long canvas bullet chain is full of machine gun bullets, the original white bullet chain has been dyed yellow-black, and there is a lot of brown between the yellow and black, Zhang Xiaoqiang's sharp eyes can see that many bullets are also dyed with brown spots......

Unconsciously, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked down and picked up the abandoned bullet chain, looking at the bullet chain in his hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered Sister Cao who wanted to commit suicide last night, when she seemed to pick up the bullet chain that was now lying in his hand from the ground and carried it to her body.

Thinking of this woman who had not been seen since midnight, Zhang Xiaoqiang noticed that something was wrong, he carefully checked the clues around him, and finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that there was a downward slip mark on the slope, and there were scratches picked out by his fingers on the edge of the slip marks......

The boulder that was halfway up the mountain appeared in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, one side of the boulder was covered with blood, after such a long time, the blood stained on the stone had turned dark brown, in the corner of the blood-colored boulder, the body of the machine gunner was stuck in the middle, and a broken Maxine machine gun body was horizontal next to the corpse.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the corpse, and let out a sigh in his heart, it was an old team member, who had experienced almost all the large-scale battles with Zhang Xiaoqiang, but he didn't expect this young machine gunner to die here, he walked down slowly, hoping to get the body of the machine gunner up, and the soldier should be buried on the top of Osmanthus Mountain......

A white plastic hairpin with plum blossoms was inserted diagonally in the soft soil, seeing this hairpin Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, he recognized this hairpin, it was originally worn on the head of the deputy machine gunner, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know what the deputy machine gunner was called, he only knew that this woman was the squad leader he personally hand-picked, and she was the first female squad leader......

The hairpin lay on Zhang Xiaoqiang's big hand mixed with gunsmoke and dirt, and he looked around, hoping to spot the sub-heavy, and finally he found the light red on the corner of the boulder・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The four corpses were lying in the open space, all the fighters and the workers and cooks were standing aside, they were quietly looking at their comrades on the ground, many of them were crying silently, it was those old team members, the former comrades-in-arms have now become cold and stiff corpses, they are very uncomfortable, after all, they have been fighting together for such a long time, people will have feelings......

The two women in military uniforms were crying, they were crying for Sister Cao, they were crying while wiping the blood and smoke on Sister Cao's face with wet towels, they were good sisters, very good sisters, comforting each other together in the desperate grain depot, being selected into the machine gun team together, becoming official combat members together, and now Sister Cao is leaving them, how do they not be sad, how not to cry......

"He Wenbin・・・・・・・・・・・・" Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted.

"Here, what ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・do you command?"

"Bring the remains of the four warriors back to the base, and prepare the ceremony for our return."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the machine gunner and Sister Cao who were lying next to each other, he pointed to the bodies of the two and said: "Bury the two of them together, let Wang Le make a coffin that can hold two people, they are willing to live and die together, let's let them stay together forever・・・・・・・・・・"

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the bumpy off-road vehicle mountain and headed towards the coal yard, now it has been eight hours since the zombies retreated, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not take the tired team members back to the base to rest, on the contrary, he took all the team members to chase after those zombies......

In the morning, you can clearly see that the dead zombies are piled up into a pile of corpses, on the road between the two hills, the corpses of the zombies that were shattered by bullets are piled up five meters high, and the dead ones burned in the south of the abandoned cars are also burned one by one, looking at the zombie corpses turned into people, Zhang Xiaoqiang has a feeling of coming to hell.

In the end, after a rough reckoning, the zombies who died here last night have reached more than 40,000, and the zombies buried on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side have reached more than half, plus more than 10,000 who died in the middle line, and the others who died in He Wenbin and those who died on the side happened to be more than 40,000?

Although yesterday's sea of zombies was mighty, Zhang Xiaoqiang believed that the zombies had been hit hard, otherwise according to the habits of zombies, as long as they didn't die, they would pounce up.

For this reason, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to pursue the retreating zombies, he wanted to find out the black hand hidden behind the scenes, otherwise when they swayed outside, a larger corpse tide would be formed than yesterday, the Chinese population is too much, Zhang Xiaoqiang does not want to wait for the sea of corpses to multiply several times before coming to find his own trouble.

The big truck piled up truckloads of sand and dirt on the gentle slope formed by zombie fragments, and when the truck pressed out a passable dirt road, Zhang Xiaoqiang took his people to chase Zhang in the car.