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Chapter 15: Chapter 15

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    Zhang Xiaoqiang stared blankly at the downstairs, "Could it be that all the zombies on the street are running here?" The small space downstairs was densely packed with zombies.  They formed an angle, hundreds of zombies were crowded in the angle, a few zombies on the edge of the corpse smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang's scent, and walked towards him.

    Having just gone through a fierce fight, his physical fitness has dropped drastically. If he wants to kill hundreds of zombies, he may be exhausted. When he returns home, he will try hard to think of a way.

    The street downstairs outside the window is empty, only a few zombies with broken legs are left crawling on the ground. The S-shaped zombie who likes to eat mice and may continue to evolve is also one of them. Only one arm and thigh is eaten by a big mutant dog.  Only the thigh bone was left. That day it was the fiercest and the fastest, and naturally it was the worst.

    "In what way?"

    "Using fire? No gasoline, even cooking oil is not much!!!"

    "Use a sniper crossbow? There are only six crossbow bolts, and there are 40 steel balls left. I can kill a quarter at most, and what should I do if there are three quarters left?"

    "Don't worry about the zombies and use a rope to go downstairs directly from the window? But how do you get the protective fence down? There are no tools,"

    "Wrapping your whole body in thick clothes and rushing out?" Zhang Xiaoqiang shuddered and shook his head.  "That's courting death"

    After much deliberation but no solution, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of the zombie again.

    "Zombies can't see, hear, smell, walk slowly, um, S-shaped zombies are not among them, whoever says it's slow, I'm in a hurry." Zhang Xiaoqiang began to think wildly.

    "No vision, average hearing, super strong sense of smell." Zhang Xiaoqiang began to summarize.  Zombies are as sensitive as a kilometer to blood. At least at the same time, all the zombies within a kilometer downstairs ran to him.

    "Super sense of smell" Zhang Xiaoqiang kept repeating, being able to smell for a thousand meters means that the olfactory organs are developed, which means precision, and precision means that it is easy to be damaged.

    "I figured out a way." For zombies, the more sensitive the sense of smell, the more important it is for the body. During the mutation process of zombies, the development of various sensory organs of the body is extremely uneven, and it relies too much on the sense of smell. The greater the impact on the zombie's sense of smell, the more important it is for the zombie.  The greater the influence of the body.  The sense of smell is the zombie's radar and locator, if the sense of smell fails, the zombie becomes a headless fly!

    If you can't make napalm bombs, it should be fine to make a few counterfeit gas bombs.  Thinking of doing it, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the kitchen.

    Not long after, a few counterfeit gas bombs were placed in front of them, with semi-wet dried chili as the main body, added some star anise, cinnamon pepper, wrapped in a sheet, and topped with peanut oil.  (At that time, I almost added bean paste into it, but I woke up in time.) In addition, I prepared some pepper noodles separately and wrapped them in newspaper.

    When he was ready, he went out, surrounded by seven or eight zombies around the mutated cat's corpse, probably following Zhang Xiaoqiang to the platform, he ignored them, anyway, there were still a lot of corpses left, enough for them to eat for a while!

    Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the stairs, the zombies downstairs were still crowded together, and a few more zombies slowly swayed towards him at the edge, he threw the newspaper wrapped in pepper noodles to the corpses, and the newspapers scattered over the corpses  , the pepper noodles inside spilled out, turning into a cloud of black-gray mist in the air and slowly covering the corpses. After a while, the corpses began to become chaotic. Zhang Xiaoqiang ignited the self-made poison gas packets and threw them at the corpses one by one.  After a while, puffs of thick smoke rose from the corpses, and even Zhang Xiaoqiang who was standing on the platform could smell the tear-choking smell, let alone the zombies downstairs.

    The crowd of corpses scurry around like wasps that have been stabbed, the zombies shoved each other, shouted, and some were so smoked that they rushed to scratch and bite the same kind around them, some zombies were knocked down  On the ground, followed by hundreds of big feet stepping on his body and being submerged in the corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang was refreshed for a while watching this rare sight on the platform.

    There was no sign of the group of corpses running downstairs, only a dozen or so unlucky zombies whose whole body bones were broken were paralyzed on the ground.  Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to look at the zombies munching happily around the mutated cat's corpse, and tightened the iron gun in his hand.

    Standing in the canteen, the floor is full of various packaging bags, Zhang Xiaoqiang is picking up a cookie to eat, and drinking a big mouthful of mineral water from time to time, he still feels not full after eating all the food at home in the morning, and then kills several  Ten zombies, physically exhausted, feeling even hungrier, and now he wants to eat back in the canteen.

    The biscuits on the shelves were quickly consumed, and after he dropped the last biscuit, he scanned the empty food shelves with greedy eyes.

    "Only 80% full." It's a pity that the small store is not big. After several times of looting by him, most of the shelves are empty, only dozens of packets of instant noodles, some rice noodles, and a lot of seasonings are left.?I put all the thoughts of not letting go of missing out into my backpack, thinking that there were not many cigarettes at home, so I took a red box of "Yellow Crane Tower" to discuss, (the unit price was 50 yuan before I couldn't afford it, but now I can't let it go, of course,) one  Soft China go home!

    Zhang Xiaoqiang is going to leave the city tomorrow, so he will prepare all kinds of supplies first, and then go back to the places where he looked for food to see if he has any gains. Unfortunately, he found a box of steel balls in the bedroom of the army fan.  It was a multi-functional folding military shovel, which could chop, cut, pliers, and saw. He hid it under the bed. In the end, it was cheap for Zhang Xiaoqiang. In the end, it was a large-page map of the province that he kept in his desk.

    Put all the instant noodles, and then put in a bag of ten catties of Thai basmati rice, two handfuls of noodles, and some mustard.  A few bottles of mineral water, the backpack is only half filled, and there is still a lot of stuff in it.  I filled a few more bottles of water, looked at the old godmother with beef sauce that I brought back, thought about the weight of the glass bottle, found an empty mineral water bottle, and poured various sauces into it.  , and then disassemble a few cigarettes and pack them into a backpack.

    Then he found a large old army canteen, which his father used to use when he used to hunt.  Wash it and fill it with water. There is not too much water. God knows if there is any virus in the water outside.

    He also found an old-fashioned military satchel, which can be used to hold the old-fashioned Lvtie lunch box at home. The lunch box can be used for boiling water and cooking. A small enamel cup is naturally left by his father.  Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help sighing.

    "Although the things left by the old man are old, they are all treasures."

    After checking it at the end and thinking about it again, I put the leftover bottle of "Daohuaxiang" liquor in a plastic bottle and put it in the satchel together with two packs of salt and one pack of tea.

    When the living supplies are ready, it is time to check the weapons. Iron guns, sabers, and dozens of times of using the sniper crossbow let Zhang Xiaoqiang find a little trick to polish off the protective paint on the arrow path. This can reduce wear and increase the stability of the arrow.  Add some lubricating oil from time to time, insert the military shovel into the backpack and it will be "ok".

    ? When Zhang Xiaoqiang finished his preparations and the sky began to darken, Zhang Xiaoqiang went to the opposite door and moved some big imitation mahogany chairs back, split them and started burning them in the living room.  The wind blew in from the open window, driving the flames in the living room to dance slowly, lighting up the room from time to time.  The bright and dark light drove his thoughts to recall all the joys and sorrows in this house, and the last night before Zhang Xiaoqiang left was at this moment.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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