doomsday escape

The surroundings were getting darker and darker. Wang He had been tempered recently and was no longer as panicked as before. He looked around and walked deeper, and accidentally discovered the torch hanging on the wall.

The presence of torches means that the direction is correct. Why set torches in a place where no one is walking? According to this logic, Wang He took out his lighter and lit all the torches, and followed the direction of the torches to find the cave.

The cave was pitch dark. Wang He was still scared after all. He wiped the coldness from his head, raised a torch and threw it in first.

Then there was the light of the fire, and the scene in the cave was still the same as before, with a black coffin lying across the center and many incense candles arranged in rows.

The two scariest paper figures stood at the entrance of the cave. Their facial features were so vividly depicted, especially the eyes, that Wang He's legs began to shake as he stared at them.

It is said that the extreme fear is anger. Wang He's eyes began to turn red. He cursed and rushed into the hole. He chopped the two paper figures into pieces with a horizontal stroke of his knife and set them on fire.

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Without these two gloomy paper figures, Wang He finally calmed down a little. As for the coffin, he was not afraid. He was used to seeing dead people every day.

The coffin was sealed with nails, and Wang He did not have the habit of opening the coffin. He could not understand the words on the memorial tablet on the offering table, which seemed to be seal characters. There was a small space behind the offering table, and something was covered with an oilcloth near the stone wall.

Wang He stepped forward and lifted up the oilcloth. There was a shelf as high as one person. On the shelf was a set of armor from an unknown dynasty. There was also an antique bow bag hanging on the armor, with an unstrung ancient bow inserted in it.

The carvings on this bow made it obvious at first glance that it was not ordinary. Wang He quickly took it out and took a closer look, but was disappointed. It was too old and this bow could no longer be used.

Disappointed, I put the bow back into the bow bag, but I couldn't put it back. When I opened it, I saw that something was blocking it. When I took it out, I found a book of bows.

After all, it was better than returning empty-handed, putting the ancient bow back and putting away the bow manual, only to see that the armor was equipped with two swords, one long and one short.

Wang He didn't take it seriously. No matter how good the knife was, it was nothing better than the horizontal knife on his back. He casually took out the knife and looked at it.

Sure enough, although this long knife is beautifully decorated, the material is very ordinary. It has been around for some time, and it seems to have been well maintained, but it has also begun to rust.

When he pulled out the dagger, Wang He was stunned. The material of the dagger was exactly the same as the horizontal knife. It was gray-black with a little blue light. It was simple and heavy. The handle and scabbard looked like they were made with the latter, but they didn't match.

Wang He tried it and found that there was no difference in sharpness or hardness.

The dagger is also a horizontal sword, with a total length of 80 centimeters, which is 20 centimeters shorter than the horizontal sword. Wang He did not show any pretense and carried it on his back together.

There was something covered with oilcloth next to the armor. Wang He opened it casually, and there was a pile of cylindrical objects wrapped in oilcloth, piled up one after another.

Wang He was happy when he opened a package at random. It was filled with ready-made arrows. There were almost 50 arrows in this package, and there were at least 10 packages in this pile.

"Good guy, grandpa, why did you prepare so many arrows..."

Wang He searched the cave thoroughly. In addition to arrows, there were also several well-preserved bows. He packed them all and moved them out of the cave. It was almost dark at this time. Wang He planned to spend the night here and return tomorrow.

The arrows are well preserved and can still be used. A few of the bows are no longer usable. The limbs are a little dry and in danger of breaking. The remaining three are usable.

A clear bow, a clear small bow, both are compound bows with horn patches, and there is another one, which is actually an arrow needle.

Wang He couldn't laugh or cry. What his grandfather hated the most was the foreign devils. He never expected that the old man would follow the fashion and collect an imported pulley compound bow, which was very popular and common.

After explaining to Wu Ting over the walkie-talkie that it was indeed dangerous in the dark, Wang He agreed to go back early in the morning, so Wang He made do with sleeping in an abandoned hut.

The next day, just after dawn, two young men standing guard at the resort saw a man riding a motorcycle with a roll of oilcloth as high as a hill tied on the back seat, heading straight for them.

"Stop! Who is it?"

One of the guards shouted and nervously raised his short spear.

"Are you crazy? That's Captain Wang. Aren't you afraid that Captain Wu will deal with you..." Another guard with good eyes quickly grabbed him, nodded and bowed and opened the door for Wang He.

Wang He nodded and drove in on his motorcycle.

The guard looked pale, imagining Captain Wu's "brutal methods" and was so frightened that his hands and feet became weak.

There are rumors in the team that Wu Ting shot two old men who were making trouble after a disagreement, and also fed the disobedient woman to the zombies. Captain Wu's name is more effective than Wang He himself.

At the entrance of the hotel, Wu Ting was already waiting here. When she saw Wang He coming back, she hurriedly directed people to unload the things on the motorcycle, took the helmet from Wang He's hand, and said softly: "I'm back..."

In a daze, everyone seemed to see a wife waiting for her husband to return...

"Well, fortunately."

Wang He hugged the person in front of him, suddenly reacted, let go of his hand in embarrassment, scratched the back of his head and said as he walked: "Is there anything to eat? I'm starving..."

Wu Ting blushed with embarrassment. It was so embarrassing for so many people to watch!

At the dinner table, Wang He and Li Jingou each held a large bowl filled with noodles. There was only one dish in front of them, a large basin of meat, and all they had to eat now was some soup.

"One more bowl..."

The two of them finished the last bite of noodles and picked up the bowl again like they were competing.

"This is already the second bowl, can you still eat it?"

The lady who cooked the noodles was going crazy. These two men had already eaten five times as much food as ordinary people, but it was not enough.

"Let's cook." Wu Ting sat aside and ordered. Others don't know, but she knows best, because her appetite is also increasing. Although it is not as exaggerated as these two guys, it is more than twice that of ordinary people.

"How is your health?"

Wang He leisurely lit a cigarette, wiped his mouth with unfinished thoughts, and tilted his head to look at Li Jingou.

"It's not bad, I can't use my full strength, I can't raise my spirits." Li Jingou took a mouthful of noodle soup, took two more mouthfuls of meat scraps, and smacked his lips.

"I guess I consumed too much. I consumed a lot for two consecutive days and didn't replenish my nutrition in time..." Wang He took a hard puff on his cigarette and flicked off the ashes.

"Take good care of it and leave the reconnaissance to me."

This was also the reason why Wang He worked so hard to find things. Whether it was patrolling or reconnaissance, or even the subsequent evacuation, Li Jingou was the absolute main force.

Now that he has a motorcycle and a bow and arrow, he can move at high speeds and deal with zombies silently. He will explore the way for the subsequent evacuation, and the team will be handed over to Wu Ting and Li Jingou who have recovered. This is the final step.

Good choice.

"Yeah" Li Jingou responded, and even Wu Ting didn't object. The three of them had such a tacit understanding that they all understood what Wang He meant.

"By the way..." Wang He took another long puff of cigarette and looked at Wu Ting.

"Have you asked Zhang Meng about your abilities?"

"Ahem... stop smoking, you'll choke to death." Wu Ting fanned the smoke in front of her nose, and continued to speak until Wang He put out the smoke with a smile.

"Not yet... there are too many things to do, and Zhang Meng has just been able to walk on the ground, so I am too embarrassed to trouble him, but I have tried everything else.

First of all, I approached Liu Daxing for close combat. He said that my talent is higher than yours, but I lack strength. In terms of weapons, I can get started quickly. You can master the key points with a little practice.

Then there is my calculation and analysis ability. Although I don’t understand the specifics, if I try my best, I can accurately predict what will happen in the next second.”

Wang He thought for a moment, stood up and chose the lightest bow from the three bows. He roughly taught him the basics of the action, and asked Wu Ting to aim at a small tree 20 meters away and try to shoot an arrow.

"Duh!" The wooden arrow pierced deeply into the tree trunk. Wang He was shocked. A novice could hit such a thin tree trunk from 20 meters away. How talented would he be? You should know that it would be difficult for ordinary people to hit at 5 meters away.

"Is it difficult to pull?" The bow Wang He picked weighed almost 45 pounds and had a small tip. Before the disaster, Wang He would feel his arm numb even after 20 arrows, and most people would have difficulty pulling it.

"A bit, it's quite heavy." Wu Ting shook her hands, seemingly relaxed.

This is already much stronger than most men, Wang He couldn't help but secretly praise, but the bow is not suitable for Wu Ting, obviously her strength cannot continue to fight.

"Ask Zhou Jiadong to send a sniper rifle, and also call Zhang Meng." Wang He grabbed a random person and gave instructions, and he and Wu Ting returned to the dining table. At this time, the newly cooked noodles were also served.

"Hululu...hulu" A big bowl of noodles and the remaining bit of broth were not wasted at all. The two big-bellied men swallowed them all. When they came to Wanghe, they asked for a big bowl of noodle soup.

His original words are the original soup and the original food.

After a while, Zhou Jiadong and Zhang Meng came together. Zhang Meng was once the ace sniper who won the first place in the army. His marksmanship has been sought after by several soldiers. Unfortunately, he has been injured and has not recovered. Now he can barely walk.

, so everyone has never had the opportunity to see it.

Professional things should be done by professional people. Wang He didn't know anything about firearms, so he asked Zhang Meng to give Wu Ting some pointers. After a while, a branch 100 meters away was broken by Wu Ting's shot.

Wang He picked up the bow again, shot an arrow from his head, and asked Wu Ting to shoot the wooden arrow with his gun. Others might not be able to see clearly, but Wang He could see clearly that the wooden arrow was shot into two pieces by the bullet in the air.

"Good guy, you are a natural sniper." Wang He patted Wu Ting's shoulder excitedly. The reason why he let her shoot flying arrows was to see her calculation and analysis skills. Sure enough, this was for sniper design.

Certain abilities.

Wu Ting's pretty face flushed with excitement, and she immediately pulled Zhang Meng to start seriously learning about firearms and sniping. From now on, she can truly be a sniper on her own.

Zhang Meng had a confused look on his face. As soon as he could walk on the ground today, he couldn't wait to take care of his precious sniper rifle. As soon as he took apart his CS/LR4, he was called out.

It seems that he wants to ask him to teach Wu Ting, a little girl who has never touched a sniper rifle. Zhang Meng is really helpless. Can any novice be competent as a sniper?

When Wu Ting fired the first shot, Zhang Meng was stunned. How could this be a novice? When the second shot was fired, Zhang Meng felt that these people were playing tricks on him because he couldn't do such a thing.