"Go to Song Jinhe and bring your supplies, guns and ammunition as a stepping stone."

Wen Qiao gently grabbed Jiang Xu's hand: "We have no other choice. It's not just the survivors outside the building who are staring at us, but the brothers who have followed you through life and death have already had other ideas.

You have been fighting together for so long, let each other leave a way out. "

She sighed helplessly: "You don't want to wake up in the middle of the night only to find your brothers pointing guns at you, right?"

Jiang Xu nodded helplessly: "No problem, but before that, I have to deal with some people."

He is not blind, some quick-thinking people have actually set their sights on Wen Qiao. She is the bottom line that he does not allow anyone to touch.

These people deserve to die. He has always been very generous to his men, and he is not stingy with any good things.

Since there are still people who want to die, he is willing to help them.

Wen Qiao understood what he meant and never stopped him.

As long as someone under his command has a different intention, he cannot be kept.

Jinyuan Belvedere, Building 3.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai stood by the window and looked down. There was still a mellow night outside the window. Several searchlights had been deliberately broken, and the surrounding area was plunged into darkness.

They had already taken protective measures outside when installing the searchlights, but thoughtful people would always find various ways to cover their eyes and ears. This was something that Building 3 could not change.

"More and more people are gathering downstairs. I'm afraid there's going to be a fierce battle."

Cheng Qianhuai handed Song Jinhe a glass of warm milk and put a thin blanket on her.

Song Jinhe nodded silently, his heart beating violently, his blood flow speeding up, and his whole person was in a tense mental state.

In fact, it's not just Building 3 that is surrounded by people. All the better small forces living in Yuncheng have been targeted by the survivors, eroding their power at a slow speed.

This group of people have lost their minds. They are desperate and want to use their last moments to stop others from living.

Their thoughts are very consistent, since I am going to die in pain, then you should not live either.

The ground in Yuncheng is almost buried with corpses, and the blood has long dried up, giving off a rotten smell after being baked by the sun.

"Have you given everything to them?"

Song Jinhe turned around and asked.

Cheng Qianhuai nodded: "Gasoline and matches have been distributed and put in place. If these things are spilled, the people who attack will be the best things to burn."

Now that the weather is dry, they can't find any chance to put out the fire. They can only wail and roll on the ground in pain.

"This is why I joined forces with the survivors in the building. Without them, the two of us really wouldn't be able to defend Building 3."

Song Jinhe sighed, looked at the sneaky figures outside the building, picked up the backpack placed in the corner and walked downstairs.

Endless conflicts and disasters would always break out in the past few days, and she and Cheng Qianhuai could not hide on the 18th floor and not show up.

The situation is grim and they must advance and retreat together with the survivors in Building 3.

Only when everyone is united can they have a chance to survive.

The survivors in the building gathered together, the gatekeepers, patrollers, and gasoline pourers. Everyone had their own tasks.

As the last searchlight went out, darkness came quietly, like the first shot of a battle.

The first shout rang out from nowhere, and the crowd rushed to the scene.

Wearing tattered clothes and holding the most primitive weapons in their hands, they rushed towards Building 3 like crazy.

"Water! Food!"

"I want to drink water, I want to drink water!"

"Give me the medicine, I want to save my son!"

The shrill and hoarse screams came from all directions. Everyone wanted to live, and everyone hoped to fight their way out.

Song Jinhe distributed the grenades to the survivors in the building. These were given to her by Jiang Xu, and now she had a reason to use them.

The people guarding the window on the fifth floor had plenty of gasoline and two grenades.

They faced different directions, stood on favorable terrain, and killed their own kind mercilessly.

Natural disasters are ruthless, and so are humans.

The grenade was thrown at the densest crowd. When they were in the most panic, cold liquid with a pungent taste was poured from head to toe.

Everyone was contaminated. They thought it was water at first, but they never imagined that the taste was so different.

"Gasoline! This is gasoline!"

I don't know who shouted, and the glowing match instantly ignited endless flames.

The fire burned their flesh, who was wailing in pain? Who screamed and set his companions on fire?

Song Jinhe stood guard in front of the door of Building 3, and every shot could accurately kill the survivors who escaped from death and attacked towards the door.

They wanted to live, and she wanted to live too.

The fire burned all night, and as dawn approached, it became quiet outside.

Bodies were discarded around the building like weeds, and the survivors who were attacked from all directions were already lifeless.

The counterattack in Building 3 was very effective. All the remaining survivors escaped, but the people in the building did not feel happy at all.

They personally killed the neighbors they once knew in the same community.

Whose blood dyed their eyes red?

Everyone is fighting for their lives, regardless of winning or losing.

Song Jinhe's eyes were green. Daytime was their rare free time. Almost no one dared to come to the house at this time, so everyone could take turns to rest.

She leaned on the sofa tiredly, rubbing her stiff arms reluctantly.

Cheng Qianhuai stepped forward to help her relax, his eyes full of unyielding distress.

"You go and get some sleep, I'll watch over you."

Song Jinhe shook his head slightly: "Don't stay up all night. You stayed with me last night. Why don't you always stay up?

They have people working shifts during the day, so the two of us will go and rest for a while to prepare for tonight. "

Both of them knew that the battle would not last only for a short period of time. As long as the water source problem in the scorching heat was not solved, they would always be fat in the eyes of the outside survivors.

This is unavoidable, you can only survive by killing people day after day and stepping on other people's corpses.

Although they wanted to rest, they did not dare to enter deep sleep for fear of missing something.

The two hugged the quilt and lay on the sofa, falling asleep with the cool breeze of the air conditioner.

It was indeed much quieter during the day. Perhaps the piles of corpses downstairs acted as a deterrent, but everyone managed to get a good sleep.

After almost four hours of sleep, Song Jinhe suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She thought there was an intruder, and hurriedly pulled Cheng Qianhuai to run out, but she never thought that someone reported that the couple who had been here some time ago came to visit again.

Song Jinhe was a little confused. Why did the two of them come to Building 3 if they weren't guarding the market?

Could it be that they are also eyeing them and want a piece of the pie?

She couldn't think of anything, so she simply asked the people who came to report the news: "How many people are here?"

"There are only two people with injuries on their bodies. The man is seriously injured and is about to faint, but it looks like he has a lot of things with him."

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