Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was far inland in Sichuan, didn't know that the Hubei base was ushering in an unprecedented battle, and he didn't know that his nominal population of 800,000 was officially accepted by the Grassland Army today, and 5,000 so-called skilled workers , and 300 remaining survivors of the arsenal, officially crossed the Yellow River as the first batch of lucky ones, and waited for disinfection and treatment in the refugee camp behind the Yellow River Bridge to prevent them from bringing the possible plague to Ordos.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang waited calmly. Everything around him was dark. The turbid air and the stench of soil made him suffocate. There was silence around him, and he could hear the beating of his heart. He huddled together, enduring all kinds of discomfort. , and wait for the elapse of time.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is silent in the dark, deeply understands the feeling of confinement, quiet, dull, unable to stretch, and the frightening darkness. For a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang has constantly surpassed himself, and his heart has been tempered as hard as a stone. In the dull space, he still felt a strong discomfort.
"I am a stone, I am a pile of sand, I am a tree root, I am"
Zhang Xiaoqiang chanted hypnotic words in his mouth, and the undetectable voice only echoed in his heart. The whole person slowly fell into a kind of emptiness, and gradually began to feel no suffocation, no darkness, and no sense of himself. The presence.
Just above Zhang Xiaoqiang's head, there are bright sunshine, green grass, and three anxious girls in white gauze skirts. They walk around on the grass, looking for clues left by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Beside the girls, The lively mutant beasts followed the girls curiously, having fun.
Just when the girls were about to despair, the air twisted, and Zhuo Mingyue in a red dress suddenly appeared, and the three girls bowed their heads to salute her.
"Oh? Did he run away again? How many hours?"
Zhuo Mingyue saw the anxiety on the girl's face, but she was not in a hurry. She asked these girls gently. The girls looked at each other. The oldest and most beautiful girl said bravely:
"It should have been running in the middle of the night, when he went out to use the toilet, and after he came back, we fell asleep, maybe at that time, he was ready"
A smile flashed across Zhuo Mingyue's misty eyes, without letting the maids notice, he waved his sleeves to let them go, walked up to Zhang Xiaoqiang's head, looked at the grass on the ground that was no different from other places, and said leisurely:
"Isn't it coming out yet? Stone?"
"bump¡¡."
Countless silt and grass blades shot up into the sky and splashed all around. The messy silt, sand, and grass blades reached Zhuo Mingyue's body, then hit the air wall and bounced around. Zhang Xiaoqiang stood unkempt in the big pit and looked angrily. With Zhuo Mingyue.
"It's the third time, how did you find me? The first time I bumped into your hand, the second time I hid in an oil drum, and the third time I hid underground, why?"
Roaring hoarsely and waving his hands angrily, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed a little hysterical. He didn't want to stay by Zhuo Mingyue's side for a moment. As long as there was a chance, he would run away. Go back to the hot spring base, and go back to your child.
"Follow me, I'll take you to a place"
Zhuo Mingyue ignored Zhang Xiaoqiang's anger. She already understood that she couldn't reason with Zhang Xiaoqiang. With Zhang Xiaoqiang's words, she had nothing to gain except making herself angry. She looked deflated and frantic, she felt comfortable in her heart, no one or anything had ever given her this kind of comfort, not Fei Yun, not the maid, not even subordinates or enemies, so she was even more reluctant to kill Zhang Xiaoqiang, killed Zhang Xiaoqiang, where else can I find this kind of happiness?
Looking at the back of Zhuo Mingyue's turn, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt more and more annoyed in his heart. He shrank back to the burrow again, and continued to pretend to be his groundhog. A familiar fragrance wafted through his nose, although he knew it was the one he hated the most. It came from the woman, and the nose asked for an uncontrollable sniff, and then the whole person was dragged out of the burrow.
"I'm going, let me go, let me go, if you don't let me go, I will spit on you"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was lifted by Zhuo Mingyue's waist and swept away. Zhuo Mingyue turned a deaf ear to Zhang Xiaoqiang's helpless slapstick, and the grass around him quickly flashed
"Hoo hoo"
Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his mouth, but the whistling wind could be heard in his ears. In the dynamic vision, the rapidly passing ground was extended infinitely, and the scent around him was also blown away by the strong wind. When he arrived at the camp like a garbage dump outside, Zhuo Mingyue didn't stop, and continued to lead him to the outside, followed by the gate of the camp, to the wilderness outside.
eye?Flashed through all kinds of bushes, grass, and gravel, and finally stopped in front of piles of shell casings. As soon as he stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and waited for the impact. According to the previous encounter, he thought he would be thrown down on the ground.
"Do you want me to help you stand up?"
There was no expected beating, only an unexpected reminder. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his head and looked around for a while, then stood on the ground with both legs. Before he could stand still, Zhuo Mingyue let go of his hand, making him lose his balance, Jumping forward, there was a dark cannon in front of him, and the mottled steel running bolt was facing his face. He quickly braked, stepped on the smooth shell casing, and slammed into the cannon head-on.
Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes helplessly. Ever since he was trapped by Zhuo Mingyue, he has been unlucky. He was about to hit the cannon, and he remembered that he didn't have a helmet. It was a bit sad.
Just when he was about to hit the hard steel running bolt, the fragrant wind picked up again, Zhang Xiaoqiang's arm was pulled, making him stop suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang took advantage of the situation and hugged it, but he didn't expect to hug a soft jade-like Zhang Xiaoqiang looked down at Zhuo Mingyue standing beside him, and Zhang Xiaoqiang looked down at her eyes, and was horrified to find that he just hugged her waist
Twelve 122mm caliber towed howitzers are the oldest type of May 4th howitzers. The gun body is majestic and tall, and the thick and long barrel is like a sharp sword. They point obliquely at the New Era comprehensive supply base on the mountain. There, piles of ammunition boxes were neatly stacked, and the shells with the upper fuzes were reflecting layers of oily light in the sun.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stood unnaturally beside Zhuo Mingyue, and his eyes unconsciously aimed at the two black palm prints on her waist between the Chinese clothes. It wasn't his original intention, although he wasn't afraid of Zhuo Mingyue, but he didn't want to ask for trouble.
"Haven't seen enough? Do you want to print more?"
Zhuo Mingyue's voice was still sweet and pleasant, but it was a little more angry, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang shudder, and quickly looked away. Just now, Zhuo Mingyue didn't bother him, but it made him feel less disgusted with Zhuo Mingyue. Women who are not human are a little more reasonable than ordinary women.
"They are all a group of puppets, will you feel a sense of accomplishment with such subordinates?"
In order to divert the embarrassment, Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed to the artillerymen behind the twelve cannons, who were wearing gas masks like wooden posts, with their hands behind their backs, and asked in a mocking tone.
"Then what do you think I should do? Humans don't cry until they see the coffin. When they see that I am a woman, they want to catch me and bully me. I can kill ten or a hundred, but I can't kill all of them." Do you kill all the men? If you kill them all, how will the human population reproduce?"
Zhuo Mingyue's tone was even worse, and there was some grievance in her words, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang suspicious. Zhuo Mingyue kept saying that she was not a human being, but what she did did more good than harm to these survivors. Could it be that she was really addicted to being a queen?
"What is your purpose? To be a real human being? Why?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Zhuo Mingyue solemnly. This woman was a mystery in his heart. Zhuo Mingyue refused to admit that she was a human being, and she was among the survivors. Could it be that she just regarded human beings as domesticated food?
Thinking of this, his expression became ugly. When Fei Yun died, the blood all over his body congealed into blood essence the size of soybeans. Maybe this blood essence was her food?
"I don't know, I haven't seen what I was like before. One day, I met someone and I transformed into a little girl, a little girl who didn't understand anything. I am close to human beings, and I will be able to" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com