The end of the world begins with the king

Chapter 938 Liu Family Fort 2
Time entered the twelfth lunar month, and the weather became colder and colder.

Twenty miles northwest of Liujiabao, fierce fighting is going on.

More than a dozen zombies surrounded the defensive soldiers in the middle, constantly looking for openings to attack.

If it weren't for the reasonable distribution of arms and the close cooperation with each other, their team would have been killed long ago.

"Hold it, you must hold it, don't panic..."

Zheng Chun yelled loudly while raising his knife to guard against the zombies.

"Go to hell..."

A soldier stabbed a spear through the throat of the zombie, and the zombie fell to the ground after being quickly recovered.

"Dead one..."

"Well done, Hu!"

Hearing this, Zheng Chun yelled: "Little Hu, you did a good job, I will give you credit when I get back!"

Killing a zombie relieved some of the pressure on the soldiers and increased their hope of winning.

After a fierce counterattack, two more zombies were killed, and the soldiers on the scene were even more motivated to fight.

"kill……"

As time passed, the soldiers' physical strength had reached their limits, and there were still five remaining zombies.

"Ouch..."

The zombies were still fearless of death, attacking the exhausted crowd.

"Hold it..." Zheng Chun roared.

Everyone insisted desperately, they had to work hard, otherwise they would be the ones who died.

Immediately, two zombies were killed, but the screams that followed made Zheng Chun's heart tense.

"What's going on?" he asked aloud.

"I... I was scratched!"

Zheng Chun answered with a familiar voice, it was Xiao Hu who was praised just now.

Everyone at the scene knew what it meant to be scratched by a zombie, which made them even more resentful towards the zombie in front of them.

Under the angry attack with hatred, everyone was victorious and quickly beheaded the remaining zombies.

"Where is the injury?" Zheng Chun came to Xiao Hu's side.

Being bitten by a zombie will mutate within three hours. This is common sense among soldiers, but there are always exceptions to everything.

"On the arm!" Xiao Hu replied with a cry.

Crying at this time can never be said to be cowardly. No matter how brave a person encounters a situation that must die, it is difficult for him to remain calm.

Holding the knife, Zheng Chun scolded: "Hand up!"

Xiao Hu wiped away tears, and slowly raised his hand.

Zheng Chun swung his knife with all his might, and cut off Xiao Hu's left arm, bleeding profusely for a moment.

Fortunately, the few people around were well prepared, and they immediately went forward to bandage them with cloth strips, and after a lot of busy work, they finally stopped the bleeding.

Xiao Hu was bitten on the back of his hand. At this moment, his entire hand was cut off, but it is still difficult to guarantee that the virus has not spread. It can only be said that a dead horse is a living horse doctor.

Seeing Xiao Hu's painful expression, Zheng Chun said in a deep voice, "Tie him up!"

Binding people up is to prevent mutations, and the soldiers around know this well, so someone took out a rope and tied them up.

After finding a clean Zhuangzi, Zheng Chun and his party rested on the spot and waited for Xiao Hu's "result".

Three hours passed, Xiao Hu's injury was under control, and there was no mutation.

"My lord, Xiao Hu's fate has been saved!" Someone had a happy face.

But as the person concerned, Xiao Hu is in a complicated mood at the moment, with loss and happiness intertwined in his heart.

At this moment, Zheng Chun looked outside the village, thinking about how many zombies still need to be cleaned up.

The cleanup operation around Liujiabao has lasted for more than 30 days. While the effect is remarkable, [-] soldiers have died in battle.

Compared with dying in battle, Xiao Hu who saved his life was considered very lucky.

Although there are sacrifices, the cleanup will continue. This is the destination of the soldiers of the palace.

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed, but it was already approaching the end of the year.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, the weather was beautiful, and the wind and snow stopped.

In the afternoon, the two teams that went out to clean up returned to Liujiabao for a rest.

According to Song Shuangquan's arrangement for the hundred households, there will be no missions during the five days of the new year, and all officers and soldiers of the hundred households will celebrate the new year.

After entering Liujiabao, the nervousness of the soldiers dissipated a lot. Pao Zejian chatted about the recent dangerous experiences, and there was a lot of laughter and cursing for a while.

"someone is coming!"

The reminder on the sentry tower attracted the attention of everyone in the castle, and someone immediately went to report to the superior.

The soldiers can relax, but the officers still have to discuss matters. In addition to discussing how to live this year, they also need to discuss the suppression plan for the next year.

"The person who delivered the food?" Song Shuangquan raised his head and asked.

"Several large vehicles, it should be!" The soldier replied.

Zheng Chun said with a smile: "It's almost Chinese New Year, I don't know what good things I gave you!"

Several other people also looked forward to it, and the replenishment every 20 days always brings hope.

Because along with the supplies, there are also family letters and memories, which are more precious than gold and silver.

Without further nonsense, Song Shuangquan led his subordinates out of the house, and the visitors had already arrived outside the gate of Liujiabao.

This time, there were many more people transporting supplies than before, and the first person was Song Shuangquan's immediate boss, Zhang Wanhe, the deputy of Qianhu.

Song Shuangquan quickened his pace, bowed respectfully to Zhang Wanhe and said, "See Lord Qianhu!"

"Don't be too polite, get up quickly!" Zhang Wanhe stepped forward and said.

"My lord... why are you here in person!"

Glancing at the soldiers standing on both sides, Zhang Wanhe said, "Come and see, let's see what you have made of a group of brothers!"

"The humble job is stupid, please advise me!"

"The sergeants are in high spirits, much better than other places, Song Baihu...you did a good job!" Zhang Wanhe praised.

After saying this, Zhang Wanhe turned his head and said, "Don't be dazed, bring the things in, and send the letters!"

The carts outside the fort were brought in, these were food and other living materials, and of course supplementary weapons and armor.

The soldiers in the fort were not very interested in these things, and they all gathered in front of the messenger.

"Xu Dazhu has faith..."

"Chen Ji'an..."

"Wu Niuer..."

All those whose names were read were very excited and quickly took the letter from the messenger.

Immediately afterwards, these people found people who were literate and read the contents of the letter to them.

While everyone was clamoring, Song Shuangquan noticed that there were obviously more people in the food transportation team this time.

Zhang Wanhe beckoned behind him, and immediately a group of soldiers stepped forward and stood neatly in front of Song Shuangquan and the others.

"Sir, this is..."

"All the ministries suffered a lot of battle damage. After the Privy Council learned about it, they assigned new recruits to come here. This is for you!"

At this moment, the soldiers who rushed over had been lined up neatly, and all of them were full of energy and fighting spirit.

"A total of 15 people, is the number correct?" Zhang Wanhe asked.

When he entered the fort, he asked the sentinel, and the number was of course correct.

After Song Shuangquan nodded, Zhang Wanhe went on to say: "If there is any disability, hand him over to the official and take him away!"

"Yes!" Song Shuangquan replied.

Xiao Hu, who had broken his left hand, did not turn into a zombie. Now he is recuperating in the fort, and it is impossible to go out on a mission.

Next, Zhang and Song talked about other things, and the rest of the soldiers were also busy carrying things.

Time passed quickly, and it was lunch time in a blink of an eye.

Although it is a few days off, military discipline is still strictly enforced.

The soldiers of all ministries lined up neatly, waiting outside the dining room at the moment.

"His Royal Highness King Yong, long live!"

Following Song Shuangquan's shout, all the soldiers on the scene followed suit.

In the various ministries of the Yong army, shouting long live before eating is an indispensable step. Anyone who dares to neglect will die in an ugly way.

For the soldiers in Jedi, King Yong, whom the destiny belongs to, is the source of strength for their confidence.

Every time he yelled, the soldiers could be infected, and most of the decadent air was swept away.

"His Royal Highness King Yong, long live!"

"His Royal Highness King Yong, long live!"

(End of this chapter)