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- When dispatching troops from the base, you must first take care of your own gate and place a bunch of machine gun fortresses. This was Wang Lu's iron rule when he played StarCraft before.
There was a lot of gravel on the cliff mountain. Wang Lu and his family worked together to pile up a pile of stones the size of a washbasin at the narrowest part of the mountain road.
Wang Lu also used a tree stick as a lever to pull a large bluestone the size of a gas bottle onto the mountain road.
This is the most primitive city defense tool - stone.
Wang Lu told Chen Wei and Wang Bi'an: "If there are zombies coming up, smash these rocks down. Even if you can't kill them, there is a cliff on the right side of the mountain road ahead. If the zombies fall down, it will still be a victory. If you really can't hold on, you will win." ¡ª¡ª" He patted the big bluestone next to him, "Just pull this stone down. This stone is enough to block the entire mountain road."
Chen Wei nodded: "Be careful when you go down. If you really can't beat him, just run back. This field is big enough anyway. If we want to pick vegetables, we just need to stay as far away from that farmer zombie as possible."
Wang Lu grinned: "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless."
After saying goodbye, Wang Lu turned around and slowly went down the mountain.
Chen Wei stood at the top of the mountain road and watched Wang Lu turn around and disappear. Then she turned around and shouted to Wang Bi'an who was running in and out of the cave curiously: "Why are you running around? Go home quickly and guard the iron gate." good."
Wang Lu went down the mountain without any danger, and ran all the way to the Yinjiang River where his family had landed yesterday. The boat was still tied there. We got off the shore, got on the boat, and rowed to the other side.
Wang Lu crouched and walked along the field ridge toward the field where the farmer's zombies were seen through the telescope on Yashan Mountain.
When passing a farm tool shed in the field, Wang Lu paused.
This kind of small shed made of felt, rainproof cloth and bamboo strips can be seen everywhere in the fields.
It is used by farmers to store small farm tools.
The rainproof cloth on the farm tool shed that Wang Lu saw was open, giving a clear view of the inside.
Wang Lu stopped. I walked over and looked through it, and found a small flower hoe, a pair of rubber rain boots, a straw hat, and a long manure scoop.
Although chemical fertilizers are used in farming these days, some old farmers still habitually bury a water tank at the head of the field and soak some farmyard manure in it. This long manure scoop is used to fertilize crops.
Wang Lu picked up the hoe and weighed it in his hand. It was too light and too short.
He picked up the manure spoon again and held it in his hand. It was a little heavy. The top of the thick bamboo pole was a small basin-sized spoon made of thick wood.
Wang Lu tried waving it, good guy, it really has some weight.
Okay, it is better than bare hands.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Can also use a few moves with the hoe in the hands of the farmer zombies. Don't seek to hurt the enemy, just seek to protect yourself.
Holding the long dung ladle majestically, Wang Lu walked forward.
In a broad bean field, Wang Lu found a farmer zombie.
The broad bean bush is more than half a person tall and grows very lushly. The zombie stands in it, like a harmless scarecrow.
Wang Lu quietly squatted down and found two adjacent small trees on a field ridge. He took out a ball of fishing line and made a tripping rope between the trees.
This fishing line was brought to the bonsai park last time. Sometimes, the old way is the best way.
Wang Lu repeated his old trick, standing behind the tripping rope, yelling and teasing the farmer zombies.
As expected, the farmer zombie rushed towards Wang Lu.
He was still holding the hoe upside down in his hand.
Wang Lu wanted to turn around and run away, putting some distance between himself and the farmer zombies.
But I found something was wrong.
The farmer zombie did not chase along the field ridge, but took long strides and rushed directly from the broad bean field.
Depend on! Petty bourgeoisie is killing people.
Walking along the field ridges in the fields is something only urban idiots and petty bourgeoisie who like to sing "Walking on the Country Road" do.
When farming, which farmer doesn¡¯t step around barefoot in the field!
Seeing the farmer zombies running straight from the field, Wang Lu did not dare to hide away.
If you step back, the zombies can avoid the tripping rope and catch up with you.
It is better to stay behind the tripping rope and force the zombies to return to the planned route.
Wang Lu raised the manure spoon, took courage, stood there, and shouted at the zombies: "Come on! Come on!"
It¡¯s not only teasing, but also emboldening yourself.
The zombies finally changed their path and rushed onto the field ridge when approaching the king's road.
Got it!
Wang Lu took a step back.
The zombie tripped on the fishing line, and the small trees as thick as poles on both sides shook violently. Then, the zombie fell on the field ridge, turned over again, and fell in the field.
The hoe that the zombie had been dragging backwards came out.
Okay, it's now!
Wang Lu jumped up, raised the manure spoon, and smashed it on the zombie's head.
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The bamboo pole in Wang Lu's hand even bounced back.
The zombie¡¯s head is in good shape.
Wooden manure scoops are ineffective against zombies.
Completely ineffective.
Wang Lu panicked and quickly raised the manure spoon to try to hit the zombie's legs.
The zombie grabbed the dung scoop!
That¡¯s right. The farmer zombie stretched out his hand, gently and deftly, and grasped the spoon-shaped head of the manure spoon with his empty hand.
Then, it¡¯s a hand round.
Wang Lu¡¯s palm felt hot and painful.
The bamboo pole of the dung spoon has been released from the hands and has reached the hands of the zombies.
Playing with manure spoons, how could Wang Lu, as the editor of the office website, be the farmer's uncle's opponent?
Wang Lu gave a strange cry, turned around and ran away.
This time he learned to be smart and no longer followed the field ridge, but rushed straight across the field.
¡°I don¡¯t care if I¡¯m stepping on vegetables or radishes.
Escape for your life!
Wang Lu ran in the field with one foot high and one foot low. Listening to the roar of the farmer zombies following closely behind him, he felt so regretful that his intestines turned green.
Empiricalism and bookishness kill people.
Do you know what it means to adapt to local conditions and what it means to vary from person to person?
This is a living lesson.
Last time at the bonsai park, Wang Lu used a tripping rope to deal with an old zombie that was so old that he almost burped.
????????????? The farmer zombie chasing behind him has been strong and healthy through years of hard work. Not to mention that he has mutated into a zombie, even when the prototype was still an ordinary person, three or four kings could not defeat him.
¡°Moreover, the old zombie fell down from the rockery.
But although the farmer zombie was tricked by the horse rope, he fell down in the mud field.
This is no different than falling on the sofa.
Wang Lu swore that if he escaped this time, he would no longer be self-righteous.
Fortunately, my life can still be saved.
There is Yinjiang River in front of you. Just jump into the water and you will be fine.
Wang Lu¡¯s two fat legs moved faster.
At this moment, the rice in the rice field in front began to swish and tremble. It seemed like something was coming out of the field.
Wang Lu¡¯s legs went weak, he was dead this time!
Even if you want to change direction and escape, it's too late.
The rice bushes shook even more!
With a crash, the rice on the edge of the rice field split to both sides, and a head popped up.
There are horns on the head and whiskers on the chin.
It¡¯s a goat!
Wang Lu's legs, which were already weak and sore, suddenly gained strength again. He took a few steps and ran past the goat that had just appeared.
He did not forget to shout: "Zombie brother, please eat mutton. Brother, my meat is thick and not delicious."
I don¡¯t know whether it understood Wang Lu¡¯s words or was attracted by the goat in front of him. The zombie that had been chasing after him really stopped. It hesitated for a moment, let go of Wang Lu who had run away, and turned to return. The goat, which was standing stupidly, pounced.
Wang Lu had almost reached the Yinjiang River. When he turned around and saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down.
But soon, his mouth opened¡ªwidely.
The zombie jumped on the goat, held it down, and opened its mouth to bite.
The goat suddenly bleated, kicked its hind legs, and hit the zombie's face accurately. The zombie leaned back and fell to the ground.
Damn it! Wang Lu blurted out.
But the bigger surprise is yet to come.
After the goat corpse escaped from the mouth, it did not run away. Instead, it lowered its head, aimed at the zombie that was struggling to get up in the field, and knocked it down again.
Wang Lu even heard a muffled thud as the goat's horn hit the zombie's chest.
The zombie was hit again!
The goat turned and trottedAfter a few steps, he turned around neatly, lowered his head, and after a short run-up, bang, another beat.
It hit hard this time. Wang Lu saw that the chest of the farmer zombie was dented.
Damn it, if this was a living person, he would be vomiting blood and unconscious by now.
This is not a goat. It's just like a green fuel version of a small motorcycle.
Look at the zombies struggling in the field, and then look at the goats still kicking on their hind legs, their fighting spirit unabated.
Wang Lu suddenly shouted: "Brother Goat, hold on, brother will be here soon."
He turned around and ran towards the way he had just escaped.
After a while, Wang Lu ran back out of breath, but there was something in his hand - the hoe that was originally in the hands of the zombies, but was thrown away in the field when he tripped over the horse rope.
Although it was used for planting crops, it was still an iron man. Wang Lu turned his hoe upside down and smashed it head-on at the zombies lying in the field.
From time to time, the goat would hit the zombies that were about to struggle with a "head hammer".
With one person and one sheep working together, Wang Lu finally smashed the zombie¡¯s head with his hoe.
Because he was worried, Wang Lu used the tip of the hoe to slash the neck of the motionless zombie several times until the neck was completely broken, and then he dropped the hoe in his hand.
Wang Lu sat down on the field ridge.
Next to him, the goat bleated several times at Wang Lu.
Wang Lu spread his hands and said, "Brother Goat, I don't want to go against you. You can leave if you want."
The goat did not leave. Instead, it took a few steps closer to Wang Lu, stretched out its head, and licked Wang Lu's hand.
Wang Lu was stunned for a moment, then plucked a green vegetable from the ground with his backhand and put it to the goat's mouth. The goat sniffed it and ate it bite by bite.
"Whose sheep is this? It's worse than Pikachu!" Wang Lu muttered to himself. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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