Apocalypse: Summoning Endless Insect Swarms

After Liu Feng got up, according to his plan, he came with fifty push-ups and a hundred squats.

Since the last time he singled out with Longtai, Liu Feng has understood the importance of physical fitness. Although he now has the almost invincible Summoning System of the Worm Ancestor, he can never pin all his hopes on it.

The doomsday world is changing rapidly, and no one is sure what will happen next. Therefore, continuously enhancing one's own strength is the kingly way of survival.

"Huh~"

After a seemingly simple exercise, Liu Feng's back was soaked with sweat. I have to say that since I went to college, I have spent the whole day playing games and reading novels in the dormitory, and my physical fitness is far from that of high school.

However, it is not too late to exercise, after all, I am still young.

Just after Liu Feng changed into light clothes, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the room.

"Boom!"

Without even thinking about it, Liu Feng guessed that it was Han Bing.

"Come in, the door is unlocked!"

Han Bing also didn't notice anything, and pushed the door directly in. Seeing Liu Feng still wiping his wet hair with a towel, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"What's wrong, what happened again, came to me this early?" Liu Feng sat on the chair, looking at Han Bing with a puzzled expression.

"Brother Feng, how do you know everything?" Han Bing looked at Liu Feng in surprise.

Liu Feng shook his head helplessly, put the wet towel on the table, looked at Han Bing impatiently, and said, "If you have something to say, let it go!"

Han Bing smiled, and put a small note in his hand on Liu Feng's table.

"Brother Feng, this is the letter to the flying pigeon received on the platform in the morning."

"Flying pigeon passing the book?"

Liu Feng was really taken aback. He didn't expect this ancient way of information transmission in the last days. But after thinking about it, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

When the zombie virus strikes, the world is completely chaotic. Some weak countries have even been destroyed directly from human history, so let alone the information network system.

It now appears that perhaps Fei Ge Chuan Shu is the most appropriate way to transmit information.

Thinking about it, Liu Feng unfolded the small note on the table.

"The tide of zombies has struck, and the community camp is surrounded, ask for support!-Wang Defa."

There are not many words on the note, but the words are rich. Seeing the above information, Liu Feng's heart trembled uncontrollably. I saw his expression suddenly sinking sharply, squeezing the note in his hand tightly.

"Brother Feng, what happened?" Han Bing also noticed something wrong with Liu Feng's expression.

Liu Feng did not explain, but directly handed him the paper that had been ravaged into a ball.

"Brother Feng, this..." Han Bing's eyes widened and his face was full of horror: "Uncle Wang is east of us, so this should come from the east from the tide of zombies, that means..."

Hearing that Han Bing had other meanings in his words, Liu Feng fixed his gaze on him, looked at him with a serious face and asked, "What? Is there any difference in this zombie tide?"

Han Bing swallowed nervously, and then whispered: "Brother Feng, before the zombie virus spreads, there is a large city with a population of nearly 10 million to the east of our camp. Now, Uncle Wang said that the zombie tide should be It came from the east city. So..."

Hearing this news, Liu Feng frowned, as if there was a terrible horseshoe mark in his brow.

"If this is the case, then the big deal is not good."

"Brother Feng, don't worry, I will order now to let the brothers double the surrounding wall. If you are lucky, you should be able to resist this time..."

Before Han Bing finished speaking, Liu Feng directly interrupted him by raising his hand.

"Han Bing, since we have taken Uncle Wang's things, we can't stand by and watch!"

Hearing Liu Feng's words, Han Bing's face flushed anxiously, and the sweat on his head rolled like beans.

"Brother Feng, when is this already, and can I still take care of so much? The tide of zombies comes, and we are all mud bodhisattvas crossing the river.

Liu Feng seemed to have not heard Han Bing's words, his face was very serious, he only slapped the table suddenly, and said again: "Han Bing, you find five or six brothers who are good at marksmanship. I will take them with you. Go to Uncle Wang."

"Brother Feng, this is really not kidding you..."

"Han Bing, listen to me." Liu Feng continued to say while putting on his clothes: "Another three teams of brothers were sent to let the people from the other three community camps quickly pack up their things and come and gather here! Also, stay. Brothers in the community should not be idle, remember to thicken the wall!"

Originally, Han Bing wanted to argue again, but seeing Liu Feng's extraordinarily stubborn look, he shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Feng, I know, I will do it now!"

Two minutes later, the alarm sounded through the entire community camp. The whole community fell into a tense atmosphere in an instant.

Liu Feng went downstairs, looked at Han Bing's best player, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Brothers, take the guy who saves your life, let's set off these days!"

I don’t know if it’s because of the emergency. The original half-hour journey took only ten minutes to reach the neighborhood of the community camp.

When the jeep was parked on a high ground, Liu Feng poked his head out of the car window and stared at the community camp not far away, his eyebrows narrowed slightly.

"Brother Feng, this situation... is not quite optimistic!"

The fat man swallowed, panicking in his heart.

Just around the community camp where Wang Defa was stationed, zombies nearly ten meters long were surrounded by the inner and outer three floors. Extending along the road to the east, there is hope that the tide of zombies will not be reached. They are like an overwhelming flood, advancing forward without stopping.

On the platform of the community camp, Wang Defa, who was nearly mid-year-old, was leading the brothers in the community to fight the zombies.

It can be seen that they are very tired. Even the guns and ammunition have been exhausted, leaving only cold weapons like knives, swords and halberds.

However, their resistance was extremely weak in front of the huge tide of zombies.

"Fatty, I will find a way to draw away the zombies at the entrance of the Wang Defa community camp. You drive the jeep, and be sure to bring them all out!"

Hearing this, the fat man widened his eyes with an unquestionable expression.

"Brother Feng, you didn't make a joke with me. How can you lead so many zombies away!"

Liu Feng condensed his eyebrows slightly with a look of impatience. He looked at him coldly and said, "Just do as I said, don't worry about me!"

Looking at Liu Feng's cold eyes, the fat man shuddered unnaturally.

"Understood, Brother Feng!"