truck storm

There was heavy rain, lightning and thunder.The truck roared and ran in the heavy rain, and the wheels spun and crushed two water arrows.Hua Yang glanced at the reversing mirror, and suddenly found that the far and low beams of the mining vehicle were switched repeatedly, and the speed of the vehicle slowed down.

"There is a situation!" Hua Yang turned the front of the car and returned to the cab of the mine car, and saw Wang Guangming lying on the steering wheel, the entire windshield and dashboard were covered with purple and black blood, his eyes were closed, his face was like gold paper .

Hua Yang was flustered for a moment, but Aopu said: "He is an evolutionary, and his self-healing ability is already strong. Now the blood in his body is spurting out, and his body will gradually recover."

Hua Yang was dubious, and looked at the dark wilderness in the pouring rain. He picked up Wang Guangming and put him on the back seat. He ignited the fire, and the heavy mining vehicle roared and rushed towards Sanchakou.

It rained non-stop, and the cold rain poured on my body. Compared with the bad and damning weather, it was worse for people's hearts.The nomads in the caravan lost focus in their eyes, and they huddled in the trunk one by one, waiting for the turning point of fate.If the King of Light is defeated by the same god, he will also be defeated by the zombies.The search team searched for food and found the east of the city from the south of the city. They saw the King of Light vomit blood when he was smashed. The belief they had always believed in was shattered in an instant, and the myth of invincibility was defeated!The heavy rain poured down on the body, and it was cold to the bone, and the hearts of the survivors were even colder.

Lu Nan and Lu Zheng looked nervously on the road, hoping to see Hua Yang.Three hundred child soldiers went into battle with bows and crossbows strung, guarding the periphery of the caravan survivors.Hua An's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he held a sharp javelin in his hand, guarding against the caravan survivors who were like shells.

In the end of the world, the folk customs are tough and the character is unruly.Be suspicious of anyone and everything, even malicious speculation.The survivors of the caravan would not have been so obedient if they hadn't seen King Guangming's defeat and surrendered by Hua'an and Li'an's force.

boom!boom!Boom!After three consecutive lightning strikes, the twisted silver snake stalked across the sky.On the dark horizon in the thunder light, the roof of the cold steel rolling car appeared, and the heavy mining vehicle tore through the rain and came out of the darkness, and the two headlights pierced the darkness.

"Look! It's the King of Light!" An old man murmured in surprise.

"Look, it's a mining truck!" a child cheered happily.More and more people in the car bucket saw the mining truck in the heavy rain, recognized it as the car of the King of Light, and jumped up one by one, cheering from the soul. If they were still soulless bodies just now, they are now A rejuvenated survivor.

A person was the first to roar out: "Who are we!"

Another responded loudly: "We are survivors wandering around!"

Seven or eight people continued to shout: "We are the indomitable survivors."

More people shouted: "We are the survivors of optimistic sunshine."

All the people shouted together: "We are a free caravan!" The voice was loud, breaking the rain.Fly free and easy, straight to the sky.As the mining truck emerged from the horizon, the spirits of the survivors of the caravan returned, their eyes turned blue, as fierce as wolves and tigers, and their bodies gradually rose with a high fighting spirit. Looking at the child soldiers with crossbows around them, Leng Youyou's unkindness flashed across.

"Free caravan!" Hua Yang heard the roar in the rain, a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Wang Guangming with complicated eyes, this guy is really good at tricks!Transform a group of lost dogs that should have fled into wild dogs with sharp teeth and fierce temperament.He muttered in a low voice, "He's really a talent."

In this bastard and collapsing world, the confused survivors need heroes, and then they mythize heroes into gods, so that the charm of personality can be promoted to the greatest extent, and personal bravery becomes the only way to ascend to the altar.

The mining truck stopped in front of the survivors of the caravan. Hua Yang stood up and looked at the survivors, feeling the crazy and pious eyes. Hua Yang's heart beat fast for no reason, his eyes flashed with appreciation, and he shouted from the bottom of his heart: " What a bunch of wolf cubs!" But he said to everyone: "I am Hua Yang, the leader of Mountain Spring Valley, and I rescued Wang Guangming, but he is still in a coma. I want to take him to Mountain Spring Valley for treatment..."

A skinny old man stood up: "Can I see him?" Hua Yang felt inexplicable sadness from this old man, his eyes flashed and he could not bear to move his head slowly.

The old man walked towards the mining truck under the heavy rain. The ground was muddy and slippery. The old man staggered, like yellow leaves on dead branches in autumn, which could be blown away by the strong wind at any time.

Hua Yang couldn't bear it, and when he was about to get out of the car to help him, a weak voice suddenly came from behind: "Old dog, put away the knife in your sleeve, don't play this kind of trick in the future, it will be self-defeating, he is my lifesaver Benefactor." Wang Guangming spoke, out of breath, with a pale golden complexion.

"Oh!" The old dog flashed onto the car like a ghost, two sharp rays of light flashed through the rain-soaked sleeves of his robe, the two sharp short knives gleamed coldly, and the old dog's dim eyes sparkled.It doesn't look like an old man in his dying years, but he is clearly a ferocious beast that chooses people and loves them.

Hua Yang's back was sweating profusely, almost falling into the old guy's trap.Anyone who can survive in this bastard world until now has a way!

The old dog reached out and grabbed Wang Guangming's veins. After closing his eyes and meditating, his face showed joy. He patted Wang Guangming's head and said, "Good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. It’s heavy, it’s good to take care of it.”

Hua Yang rubbed his nose and sat beside him in embarrassment. Aopu whispered in Hua Yang's ear, "When the caravan called "Zi You", he was already awake."

Hua Yang was furious: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't you also ask!" Aopu said with an obvious smile in his voice.

The convoy continued to move forward, and after confirming that Hua Yang had rescued Wang Guangming, the survivors of the caravan obviously became friendly. They set up a greenhouse in the car body and followed the bus in Shanquangu.In the cold heavy rain, curled up under the greenhouse, people hug each other so tightly, and their hearts are so close to each other.I don’t know that the song floated out from the car body first, and then slowly and majesticly. In the storm, the survivors of the caravan were like a burning torch, indomitable, bright and warm.

Hua Yang was surprised to hear the singing in the rain curtain and asked, "How did you do it?"

Wang Guangming's body curled up into a ball, and his spirit was sluggish. Hearing Hua Yang's question, he forced himself to say: "What else can I do! Be happy! Crying is a day, laughing is also a day, and hides in fear like a bereaved dog. Zang is also a day. Since it’s a day no matter what, then find a way to make yourself happy, you don’t know who will die in the next second, if it’s me, I hope to die in the singing.”

Hearing what Wang Guangming said, Hua Yang smiled: "You are so heartless! Why didn't you find a gathering place to settle down?"

"I found it!" Wang Guangming shrank back again, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes: "There are very few gathering places where there is food and safety, everyone is equal, and gathering places without oppression are just legends. We are free people who pursue equality , driving the caravan just to find legends.”

Hua Yang sighed dully, and after a long while, he said: "You are so cute and stupid, just for the so-called equality, do you deserve to wander on the wasteland? Look at you, you are neither human nor ghost, just like a bereaved family. dog."

"We must wander in the wilderness." Wang Guangming said firmly: "Our enemies on the wilderness are only mutant beasts and zombies, but in the gathering places, our enemies are also of the same kind." Wang Guangming looked thoughtfully at the Hua Yang: "I don't know what your plan is, but let me tell you, the survivors of the caravan will not abandon freedom and equality. We will raise the old and the weak. We will not eat them if they don't die."

"Same kind!" Hua Yang was endlessly unfamiliar with this familiar word, what about the other survivor camps?Why did the survivors who should have been huddled together become enemies against each other, and why did this group of skinny survivors prefer to hug each other and sing songs while hungry, rather than stay in the gathering place?Suddenly, I became more unfamiliar with this world, which was already seen in the fog!After all, I am just a passerby, a passerby in a hurry.

"I know what you're thinking." Wang Guangming said with a hint of coldness in his voice, "I'm not a pedantic person, but I have a conservative and bottom line. In the law of nature, the survival of the fittest can be burial for the same kind, and the weak can be buried like a sky burial. It is the luck of the weak to be able to become part of the soul of the strong after death. But the strong cannot bully the weak or kill the same kind for the sake of food and drink. If you fight this doctrine, I will not agree."

"Human burial!" Hua Yang felt cold and creepy all over his body, and suddenly understood why the survivors of the caravan had blue eyes like wolf cubs, their bodies carried their former partners, and they were not alone in their souls.At this time, Hua Yang suddenly remembered the old gathering place in the Forgotten Village. There were more than a dozen old people lying on the ground who were half-breathed. If he didn't find the food, would they also become a part of the strong man's soul? ?

Wang Guangming saw it poorly, and asked Hua Yang directly: "How do you treat the war dead?"

"Bury!" Hua Yang spit out two words lightly, and continued: "I think the soul of the strong is already strong enough, so there is no need for the soul of the weak!"

Wang Guangming was stunned at first, then half-belief flashed in his eyes, and then he closed his mouth and tried his best to recover from his injuries, and he must get stronger first before he can deal with possible changes.

The heavy rain hit the newly built city wall of Shanquan Valley, and Lu Heping stood on it wearing a raincoat. He was waiting for the five buses that left in the early morning. Not only his two grandchildren, but also the entire Shanquan Valley, and even human survivors were on board. hope.Lu Heping hugged his hands together, he had forgotten how many times he prayed, and prayed that they were all safe.

Thunder roared, heavy rain poured down, and the earthy yellow color between the sky and the earth was washed away, leaving green and black.A dirty world can be cleaned, but how can a sick world be cleaned, anxious Zhonglu sighed peacefully.Looking up, I saw the lights twinkling on the horizon, and the bean-sized raindrops in the storm were as crystal as pearls.Lu Heping's heart was bathed in brilliance.