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Chapter 3 03 Guard Dog?

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    At 7:30 a.m. on January 20, 2013, Zhang Xiaoqiang was awakened by the alarm on his mobile phone. After getting up, he went to the living room to check the remaining supplies as usual. There was still more than half of the cabbage that he had worked so hard to buy five days ago, and four to five catties of rice.  , The cigarettes were gone yesterday, and the days without cigarettes made him, a veteran smoker, feel uncomfortable.

    A "bang" sound came from the anti-theft door.

    Since five days ago, the zombies outside the door have been relentlessly destroying the iron gate outside the door. Their desire and greed for flesh and blood made them guard outside his door like loyal dogs.

    The smell of corpses in the room became stronger, but fortunately Zhang Xiaoqiang was used to it.  Sometimes subconsciously think that only this smell is normal, all the previous things are slowly leaving him, leaving only the instinct to live.

    Go into the kitchen and turn on the induction cooker, pour the bacon rice left over from yesterday into the frying pan and boil it together with the chopped cabbage, divide it into two portions, and eat one portion in the morning and one portion in the evening.

    After breakfast, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the window of the computer room as usual to look at the zombies downstairs, at the end of the road, at the dark, thick and dull sky, the obscure clouds with a bit of coldness  His breath suppressed his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

    How I wish a convoy would suddenly appear at the end of the road, with a row of People's Liberation Army soldiers standing in camouflage-colored carriages, sweeping away the despair in the world with steel guns in their hands, driving those rotten zombies into hell, and letting him go back to the past  day.

    Fantasies are fantasies after all, zombies are still wandering around, and Zhang Xiaoqiang still has to worry about food.  Go back to the living room and put your head in your hands to prepare for today's physical training. After being an otaku for a long time, your body will gradually become weak. If you want to survive, you have to work hard to improve your physical fitness. Now even a little improvement is good.

    "Forty-seven" "Forty-eight""Fifty"

    "Huh" Zhang Xiaoqiang let out a long breath and propped his hands on the ground, he was too tired, he hadn't exercised like this for a long time.  Thinking that the zombies were still guarding outside the door, and the food at home was running out, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, put his head in his hands and started again.

    Put the eight-pound hammer on the corner of the wall and pick up a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.  Two thousand leapfrogs and five hundred swings of the eight-pound hammer made him very tired. He had almost digested what he ate for breakfast, and his stomach started to growl again.

    Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Xiaoqiang was thinking about how to deal with the six zombies outside the door. He threw the shield outside the door. Without defensive equipment, he couldn't fight the zombies. The anti-theft iron door opened outwards, so he couldn't block the door inside the house and open the gap  One by one is dealt with, and it is impossible to have a pair of six when you have strength after eating dry rice for a few days.

    Unable to come up with a solution, Zhang Xiaoqiang held his head with his hands and scratched his scalp vigorously with his fingers. He thought of all kinds of methods but still had no idea. When he saw the Huangguoshu cigarette case on the coffee table, he habitually grabbed it in his hand and shook it before remembering that it was just yesterday.  there is none left.  He looked at the cigarette butt in the ashtray, found a piece of white paper, took the butt apart, carefully piled up the remaining shredded tobacco on the white paper, and rolled it up in strips.

    ?I found a lighter and lit it, took a puff and leaned on the sofa to watch the landline phone at home in a daze, thinking that I hadn¡¯t paid the landline phone bill for a few months?  Three months or four months?  The pretty girl in the telecom business office should have turned into a zombie, right? There are still more than 80 yuan in the phone bill to contribute to the telecom in vain, isn't it a big loss?  His mind was full of wild thoughts, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes unconsciously glanced over the phone line.

    "etc".  ,

    telephone line?  Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his eyes to the phone line again, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, but he couldn't catch it no matter what.

    Staring blankly at the phone line, his brain turned quickly.  What else can a telephone line do besides make calls?  Drying clothes, drying quilts, tying up, thinking about it, "It's like a rope" He stood up and walked back and forth, looking for a rope and tying one end to the doorknob of the security door, then fixing the other end, and then opening the door.  Don't be afraid that the door will be squeezed open by zombies, just open a crack in the door to eliminate the zombies outside the door one by one.

    As soon as he thought about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a thin hemp rope in the storage room and tied one end to the iron railing on the window, leaving a distance of ten centimeters to tie the other end to the doorknob. It is not possible to use a hammer for a weapon, and the space is too small to use it.  not open.  Zhang Xiaoqiang found a 1.5-meter-long galvanized water pipe, and after making gestures, he felt that the power was too small to deal with zombies.

    Continue to rummage through his dad's toolbox, sighing in my heart!  Fortunately, his father knew everything. He went to the countryside to dig water ditches in the 1960s, and was the director of an electric motor factory in the 1970s. Although there were only a dozen people, he was still an official of the size of the collective business.  Thousands of households!

    It's a pity that his dad likes to play, fishing, hunting, and he doesn't care about business.  Otherwise, it can be a small fortune. His dad made his own fishing rods and shotguns. There was a time when China was cracking down on guns. His dad was timid and threw away the handmade flintlock gun.In the river, although his father left, all those things stayed behind.

    "found it".

    ? A triangular file was found. The file was a foot long, and it took a long time to store it. The body of the triangular file was black and not rusted. The tool steel in the 1970s absolutely guaranteed the quality.

    Use a knife to cut the wooden handle of the file so that it can be inserted into the water pipe.  Try it for fear of not being safe, use iron nails to firmly nail the connection between the water pipe and the wooden handle, so that you are not afraid of the chain falling off at a critical moment.

    Everything was ready, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood behind the door and checked his equipment. The army coat had been washed, but unfortunately it was going to get dirty again today, and the tap water had been stopped. He didn't expect it to drink, but he could wash clothes!

    Holding the homemade iron gun in his left hand, he opened the door with his right hand.

    "bump".  .  .  .  .  .  .

    Zhang Xiaoqiang closed the door again, it was so stinky, the smell of rotting zombies he killed a few days ago made him unable to open his eyes.

    There was no mask at home, so Zhang Xiaoqiang found a woolen scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and sprinkled some toilet water on the scarf to make it better.

    He opened the door again, and a black claw grabbed his face, and the owner of the claw was trying to squeeze in through the crack of the door.  This time he was prepared not to be frightened, and carefully looked at the zombie. The flesh on the zombie's claws tightened inward, and all the joints were exposed, like an eagle's claws facing him. The sharp nails stretched back and forth with dry fingers.  .  The zombie desperately wanted to squeeze its head into the crack of the door, the flesh on its face was like its claws, its sunken eye sockets and protruding cheekbones rubbed back and forth on the iron door, as if it wanted to sharpen its head and get in.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang held the iron gun with both hands, and stabbed the zombie's eyes with the top triangle of the triangular file.  Holding the water pipe tightly with both hands, push it outward with the force of breastfeeding. For the first time, I couldn't grasp the strength with the iron gun, I only knew how to stab outward.  Bloody, he became excited, feeling as if all the zombies were nothing more than that, and he could kill them all.

    Another two claws came towards him from the crack of the door, and the two claws shook in front of his eyes to wake him up.  He pulled out the tip of the iron gun, and the zombie's eye socket turned into a deep black hole, with black and sticky silk blood slowly flowing out, the zombie first fell on the next zombie, and then slowly fell to the side  On the ground, the head was facing the white of his eyes without pupils, a black hole dripping with black blood.  The contrast between the two extremes made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel a chill in his heart.

    "There are five more," he said to himself, not looking at the dead zombie again.

    I have never used a spear before, and I can't grasp the strength well.  He grinded to death the remaining five zombies with his superficial broken spear technique, when the last zombie fell to the ground.

    There was a "clang".

    Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't hold the iron gun anymore and let it fall to the ground.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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