The end of the world begins with the king

Chapter 380 Rescue
Looking at the arrows protruding from the heads of the zombies, the old village head even thought he was hallucinating.

But he struggled instinctively, and directly lifted off the dead zombies on his body.

Looking at the arrows on the zombie's body, the old village chief was really sure at this moment that the zombie had really been shot to death.

So who shot the arrow?There is no such sharp weapon in the village.

He didn't need to think too much, the second arrow followed, and the village chief saw where the arrow came from.

On the other side of the river, a group of...officials and soldiers were approaching on horseback, and the general at the head was raising his bow and arrows.

These people are naturally Zhao Yanxun alone, and every time they appear, they will be recognized as officers and soldiers by the common people.

Like most people, the next thought in the village chief's mind was: How could there be officers and soldiers?Shouldn't everyone be dead outside?
But in any case, these officers and soldiers should come to help, so it is a good thing for the village.

The most important thing right now is to kill the monsters that broke into the village, and the most important thing is to save the village.

The young and strong held spears and formed a formation to guard against zombies.

It was okay when facing three or five at the beginning, but once there were more zombies, they needed to guard against more directions, and the formation immediately became chaotic.

On the other side, looking at the critical situation in the village, Zhao Yanxun shouted: "Zhang Meng, you lead people to remove the wooden bridge over the river!"

The first thing to do is to remove the wooden bridge and stop the zombies from entering the village.

Leaving Zhang Meng and others behind, Zhao Yanxun rushed straight into Hanoi on horseback, and immediately went ashore after crossing the river, and began to kill the scattered zombies in the village.

Now, more than a dozen zombies have poured into the village, and seven or eight young and strong have been overwhelmed by the zombies, biting off their flesh and blood.

These are all my own people... Zhao Yanxun's heart bleeds.

I saw him carrying a knife, killing a zombie wherever he went.

At this moment, Zhang Meng and others have removed the fence, and killed a group of zombies on the river bank, and they also crossed the river after getting rid of the entanglement.

Everyone was not idle, and they would kill wherever there were zombies, and the zombies were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of them.

Until this time, the young adults finally stabilized their positions, at least they did not run away regardless.

After a few rounds, Zhao Yanxun and his party have killed all the zombies, so that the young and strong are no longer afraid.

Soon, all the zombies were beheaded, and Zhao Yanxun's ten men were stationed in one place.

At this moment, in the eyes of the villagers, they are undoubtedly wise and powerful, and most importantly, they are their saviors.

The old village head came to Zhao Yanxun's horse, knelt down and said, "Thank you, Jun, for your rescue!"

Zha at the moment Zhang Meng explained from the side: "This is the son of the current emperor, His Royal Highness Prince Yong!"

The emperor's son?Prince?

For a moment, the old village chief thought he had heard wrong again.

Will the majestic prince appear in their backcountry?People with such a noble status would risk saving poor people like them?

No matter who the other party is, the grace of saving lives has not escaped.

So the old village chief turned his head and scolded the young man who was watching behind him: "Are you all stupid? Why don't you hurry up and thank your benefactor!"

Only then did the young adults wake up like a dream, and then came to Zhao Yanxun one after another, and immediately fell to their knees.

Leaping off the horse, Zhao Yanxun looked at the young and strong who were scratched and howled at the moment: "Old man, those who were scratched, they can't live!"

This truth was well understood by everyone present, but they chose to forget it.

The village head knew very well that these young people would not only die, but also smash their heads, and it would be best to burn them clean.

After a while of silence, the village chief said, "Daquan, Erquan...you go, give them a good time!"

The two young people who were called were reluctant to get up at this moment, you looked at me, I looked at you, but they just didn't do their business.

"You...you don't go, the old man will go by himself!" The village chief got up angrily, picked up the stick, and walked straight to the young men on the ground.

When a young man approached, the village chief didn't know how to face it for a while, so he turned his head to one side.

"Father...give me a good time, I...don't want to become a monster!"

The young man on the ground was obviously the son of the village chief. At this moment, a large piece of his face was bitten off, and he looked particularly terrifying.

Looking up at the sky, the village elder burst into tears.

"father……"

"Cheng'an, dad will send you away!"

After saying that, the old village head raised the wooden stick and smashed it down with all his strength.

The happiest thing in the world is that a white-haired man gives a black-haired man, and there is nothing like killing a son with his own hands.

After killing his son with his own hands, the village head came to the next person, who also begged him to give him a good time.

Of course, there were also people who were tearful and didn't want to die early, but the village chief had no choice but to send him to die.

It took less than 3 minutes, and all the six young adults who were bitten knew that they were all in the hands of the village chief.

Zhao Yanxun watched all this scene in his heart, which made him pay more respect to the old man in front of him.

Those who can lead the villagers to survive the zombie disaster must have extraordinary abilities.

Walking in front of the village chief, Zhao Yanxun said calmly, "Old man, my condolences!"

The village head turned sideways quickly, bowed to Zhao Yanxun and said: "Jun... lord, this is the life of these young people. They died to protect the village. They are all good men!"

Being able to achieve this level of awareness, Zhao Yanxun has a higher opinion of the village.

"The old man is very personable. The lonely king admires him. I haven't asked the old man's name yet!"

For such a person, Zhao Yanxun would like to thank him for his courtesy.

"Caomin Gao Zhengyan!"

Zhao Yanxun stared at the old man and said: "I don't think the old man is an ordinary person, he must not be from the mountains, right?"

Staring at his son's body, Gao Zhengyan sighed and said, "My lord misunderstood... It was only because my father was a scholar that the grass-roots people read some books when they were young. Compared with the villagers, they only knew a few more words before they became the village head! "

"Gaocun, when the fire on the bridge is about to burn out, let's get rid of the monsters on the bridge first!" Zhao Yanxun looked at the bridge.

Gao Zhengyan woke up like a dream, and immediately called the villagers to act.

The young and strong found a long wooden pole and rushed to the wooden bridge quickly, apparently intending to stab the zombies off the bridge with the wooden pole.

The rest, under Gao Zhengyan's command, distributed to the river bank to make noise, with the intention of attracting the zombies.

Originally, Zhao Yanxun thought that he might have to help, but now it seems that he is wishful thinking.

If it weren't for the accident just now, this village is very capable of dealing with zombies.

For a while, Zhao Yanxun became a normal person, so he suggested: "Mr. Gao, this stone bridge... I think it's better to tear it down!"

Turning around, Gao Zhengyan bowed and said, "What the lord said is that this bridge should not be kept!"

It can be seen that Gao Zhengyan made a great decision to destroy the bridge.

Seeing his distressed expression, Zhao Yanxun asked: "Is the village chief unwilling?"

Gao Zhengyan sighed, "Without the bridge, we may never be able to get out of the village again!"

For Gao Zhengyan, the bridge represents the hope that the disaster will disappear. Without the bridge, there will be no hope, and they will be trapped to death in the village.

Zhao Yanxun didn't answer, but heard Zhang Meng from the side say: "Old man, the prince is here, your village will be saved!"

(End of this chapter)