doomsday escape

Some people suggested going to the Lancun headquarters, while others said it would be better to set up a camp in a less crowded place in the suburbs. Of course Wang He wanted to go to Lancun, but with so many people, it was impossible to take them all with him.

In the end, Wang Wei suggested that he try to contact other legion stations first. The communicators from the sentry company are much more advanced, so they should be able to contact them.

The proposal was unanimously approved, and Wang Wei immediately started contacting the outside world.

Li Jingou went out for reconnaissance, Wu Ting took care of the team's internal affairs and logistics, and Zhou Jiadong and other soldiers selected strong civilians to seize the time to train and familiarize themselves with weapons and military terminology.

Wang He had the most experience in fighting zombies, and he began to impart his experience, as well as popular science about the types, attack methods and weaknesses of zombies.

Li Jingou was very fast. Every time he scouted a direction, he would immediately use the walkie-talkie to report it. Although he could not keep moving at high speed for a long time, he had the advantage of being silent and could find a place to rest at any time.

Wang He copied the map on his mobile phone and drew a large map by hand. According to Li Jingou's information, he marked the location of the nearby corpse groups and their movements. After everyone's analysis, he came to a conclusion.

It is obvious that the zombies are still gathering in the direction of Wanxiang City, and an evacuation route will soon be available. By then, no matter where you go, it will be the best time.

However, the gathering speed of zombies has begun to slow down, and it is expected that it will take at least two days to achieve the desired effect.

Moreover, when the zombie swarm reaches its peak, Wanxiang City cannot accommodate so many zombies. Soon, like the tide, it will recede and the zombie swarm will spread out in all directions.

To the east of Vientiane City is Fenghe, so zombies will spread to the north, south, and to the west where the resort is located. This place is absolutely undefendable.

After two days, no matter what, you must evacuate.

Everyone began to get busy and prepare for the evacuation in two days. After Wang He finished talking about his little experience, he became the most leisurely one, holding a seedling knife while Zhang Huan was checking the vehicle outside.

"That...leader..."

When Wang He turned around, he saw an old man standing behind him, looking at him somewhat cautiously.

"What's going on? Master"

"Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. My surname is Liu, old man. You can just call me Old Liu...hehehe." Uncle Liu looked a little frightened and rubbed his calloused hands uneasily.

"Uncle Liu, if you have anything to say, just ask me to find someone or something..." This was not the first time Wang He encountered this kind of situation.

I don’t know what these people think. It seems that Wang He is very idle and is still immortal. There are always people asking him to help find people. There is even a woman who knocked on his door in the middle of the night and asked the angry Wu Ting next door to help.

Rushed downstairs.

They dared to look for Wang He, but no one dared to mess with Wu Ting. This girl had shot someone before.

"Boss, you misunderstood. I think... I want to see the knife in your hand." Uncle Liu scratched his face in embarrassment.

"Uncle, do you know how to use knives?" Wang He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and saw that the calluses on Uncle Liu's palms did look like hands that had been holding knives all year round.

"Hehehe... I understand a little bit." Uncle Liu nodded and bent down, staring at Miao Dao with gleaming eyes, like a young man who saw a beautiful girl.

"Here... take it." Wang He handed the knife to the uncle generously, making sure that there was no missing piece of meat.

Uncle Liu excitedly took the knife, pulled out the blade, sighed, and started dancing at the door of the hotel.

Wang He looked at it and his expression changed. Is this called a little understanding?

This move is clearly the aura of a master who has been addicted to it for decades. Combining his own insights from fighting, Wang He can certainly see that Uncle Liu's sword technique fully demonstrates the characteristics of Miao Dao.

Uncle Liu dances the sword, Wang He watches the sword, one remembers and the other learns.

They are all immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.

"Huh!" After finishing the sword dance, Uncle Liu let out a long sigh of relief, walked up to Wang He holding the sword, and presented it to Wang He with both hands above his head.

"This sword was originally a family heirloom. When the family fell into disgrace, it was stolen and sold by an unfilial son. Unexpectedly, the leader got it, so it was put to good use..."

"This...is this your knife?" Wang He took the Miao knife and asked in surprise.

"Hmm... The old Han family's ancestral Miao sword is made of real wootz steel. By my generation, it is already the last descendant. The younger generations are unwilling to learn the sword and steal it and sell it. I dare to ask the leader, who are you?

Where did you find it?"

"In Park Sports City, there is a martial arts supplies store..." Wang He told the truth.

Uncle Liu nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"That's my son's shop..."

Looking at this sad look, Uncle Liu's son must have been killed by a zombie. Wang He didn't say anything, just sighed.

"Old man, I thanked the leader. I can still see the family sword in my lifetime, and I will die with no regrets." Uncle Liu thanked Wang He and prepared to leave.

Seeing his sadness, Wang He felt compassion. Just as he was hesitating whether to return the knife to him, he saw Wu Ting, who was standing beside him, suddenly shaking her head.

"Old Liu, do you want to see this seedling and knife every day?" Wu Ting suddenly called out to the uncle.

"Oh... forget it, the more I see it, the sadder it becomes." Uncle Liu shook his head, his sadness palpable.

"Let's take a look. By the way, I'll teach Brother Wang how to use a knife. I promise to give you extra meals and two taels of wine every day."

Wang He was a little confused, what was wrong with these words...

"Okay, it's a deal. Don't regret it, boss." Looking at Uncle Liu, he still looks sad. His happy old face is so happy that his facial features can no longer be seen.

MD, this old guy is really good at cheating. He came here just for extra food and wine...

"This is everyone's information. Please take a look at it carefully." Wu Ting put a pile of A4 paper in the hands of the confused Wang He, turned around and left.

Turning over the first piece of paper, it read, Liu Daxing, 62 years old, president of Tianyuan City Wushu Association and coach of the Provincial Wushu Team.

This old man Liu came here with the idea of ​​"paying tuition" from the beginning, but well, his sword skills cannot be faked, he is a real practitioner.

That afternoon, Liu Daxing cut down two 1.6-meter branches, whittled them casually, and started sparring with Wang He.

In terms of technique, Wang He was weak, and was beaten by Liu Daxing with a tree branch until he screamed.

Perhaps among the eighty or ninety people, Liu Daxing is the most dashing one. He drinks wine, eats meat, and beats Wang He with a stick when he has nothing to do...

Wang He was powerful enough, but what he lacked most was systematic learning in this area, so he studied very seriously.

In addition, I don't know if it has something to do with his ability, but his memory is particularly good. Wang He memorized Liu Daxing's thirty-six sword techniques in one afternoon.

Liu Daxing didn't hide anything, he taught everything he could, not just Miao Dao's moves, some fist and kick routines, fighting techniques, everything he knew was passed on to Wang He.

As expected of a martial arts practitioner who has been practicing martial arts for 40 years, Liu Daxing is very knowledgeable. He has dabbled in some ancient martial arts routines and current fighting techniques. He also gave Wang He a mobile phone, which was filled with some of his oral experiences.

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"Moves are dead, but people are alive. What you lack is how to use these techniques flexibly, instead of just copying them mechanically." Finally, Liu Daxing ended the lecture with one sentence, and went back to rest while leaning on a wooden stick.

After watching the old man leave, Wang He immediately went to find Wu Ting. The entire team was about to move. Some things had to be prepared in advance. There were some things he needed to discuss with Wu Ting.

"Where are you going?" Wu Ting was a little helpless. This man couldn't just stay here all day long and just want to go out and kill zombies.

"I'm going here..." Wang He picked up a pen and drew a circle on the hand-drawn map. It was only about seven or eight kilometers away from here.

"I'm going to find some information. I'll put on the radio and keep in touch with you at any time..." Wang He said quickly when he saw Wu Ting's expression getting worse and worse.

We brought back a lot of bone conduction headphones from the Sentinel Company, which are much easier to use than their previous walkie-talkies. They also save power and can be used for a week without charging.

"All right……"

Wu Ting sighed and said helplessly. She held Wang He's hand tightly and said, "Don't take risks easily. Promise me."

"Well..." Wang He patted her hand, smiled, tidied her hair on her forehead, and said softly: "Anxiety and wait for me to come back."

The movement was natural, and he didn't feel anything wrong. He turned around, put on his equipment, and left, leaving Wu Ting with a red face, wringing her fingers and standing there wondering what she was thinking.

Wang He went out this time mainly to find some materials for bows and arrows. The lack of long-range attack means was indeed inconvenient. However, he did not drive, and he had another goal.

motorcycle market.

The place marked by Wang He on the map is the motorcycle market. Materials for bows and arrows are difficult to find, the distance is further, and the road is difficult to walk.

He did not tell Wu Ting that he planned to find a motorcycle first to facilitate his search for materials.

The seventy-eight-kilometer journey would take at least two hours on foot, not including the zombies, so he asked Zhang Huan to find him a battery car.

If you're lucky, you'll be there within an hour.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Wang He got on the battery car and set off.

There were very few zombies along the road, and the road was smooth. Soon we arrived near the motorcycle market. With Wang He's eyesight, he could see from a distance that there were only forty or fifty zombies in the market, and they posed no threat at all.

However, there is no guarantee that there won't be other ghosts, and the loss he suffered from Corpse Cat makes him no longer dare to be reckless.

What's more, he also discovered a pattern. There were very few traces of black ghosts and skinless corpses among the corpses. On the contrary, in places with few zombies, the probability of these two appearing was very high.

According to Wu Ting's theory, it may be caused by zombies preying on each other, and skinless zombies and black ghosts have never been found to command ordinary zombies.

This shows that zombies are likely to be divided into two factions, those who can control low-level zombies and those who like to travel alone, and they both use each other as their main prey. Only when there is an extreme lack of food will they prey within the faction.

Wang Heshen agreed. After entering the market, he first cleared away a large number of ordinary zombies, and then checked the shops one by one. In short, he was cautious.

Fortunately, during the disaster, most shops were closed after get off work, which saved him a lot of trouble.

His goal was also very clear. Although the large number of ownerless motorcycles made his mouth water, he had already thought about it before coming.

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