After wearing a beautiful proton

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Zhao Changling has been on guard all the time. He never takes his guard lightly in the face of danger. Although he doesn't know where the group of living dead come from, it is right to kill them.

The hideous faces of the living dead were all red-eyed, and their rotten skin gave off a faint stench. Their clothes were disheveled, and they were obviously tortured before they died.

Zhao Changling calmly charged into the crowd of the living dead, the long sword in his hand wantonly reaped the lives, the blood stained his skirt, and more and more corpses fell.

Dongfang Li sneaked into the village, but was discovered by the living dead. When he fled, he attracted other monsters.

Of course, he also wanted to escape in the opposite direction, but if he didn't go back in time, there must be other villagers going to explore the way.

Moreover, at that time, some living dead had already noticed this group of living people, and it was only a matter of time before their traces were exposed.

"Ah! I killed you—"

With the help of Zhao Changling, Dongfang Li immediately relieved a lot of pressure, so he untied the big knife at his waist and heroically chopped down the enemy.

Back to back, the two bravely fought against the enemy, as if what was in front of them was nothing but a pile of cabbages.

Soon, there was no armor left around the two of them, and the twisted corpses piled up like a mountain, staining the soil under their feet red.

Looking back, Zhao Changling saw many undead people jumping past them and chasing the fleeing villagers. He said eagerly, "No! Let's catch up!"

Dongfang Li also heard the wailing sound from time to time, and chased after him gnashing his teeth.

At this moment, the rest of the living dead in the village heard the movement and rushed out.They came roaring, with pieces of meat hanging from their bloody mouths.

Zhao Changling was shocked, he wondered how many living dead were hidden in this village, and whether the small town in the distance had already fallen?

The two chased after each other, hacking and killing the single living dead.

The frightened old horse twisted its neck and raised its front hooves high, but refused to move forward.

The old people, women and children nestled in the ox cart were terrified. They shouted in panic, their faces pale.

Dongfang Li galloped over, took the rein of the old horse, comforted him a little, and then led the horse to gallop.

Zhao Changling saw that the speed of the ox cart was too slow, getting stuck on the muddy road, so he ran to the rear and pushed the ox cart vigorously.

Seeing Zhao Changling, an old man seemed to have a backbone, and asked tremblingly, "Young man, are we dying?"

"Old man, don't worry, as long as I have breath, I won't sit idly by!" Zhao Changling made up his mind that it is impossible to abandon them easily, and the old, weak, sick and disabled have the qualifications to live.

Fortunately, under the urging of Dongfang Li, the old horse who had settled down ran faster and faster, leaving the living dead behind him far away.

Zhao Changling shouted: "Ali, catch up with Uncle Zhong and the others!"

Dongfang Li heard the words, hurriedly stopped, turned his head to look, took the rein, changed direction, and continued galloping.

"Roar——" A living dead suddenly jumped out of the grass and rushed towards the bullock cart.

Zhao Changling jumped up and kicked him in the chest. When the living dead fell to the ground, he knelt on his shoulder and broke his neck.

"Ho Ho Ho—" More undead chased from the same direction.

Dongfang Li sat on the ox cart and drove it harder and harder. He had no distractions, and headed full speed in one direction!

Zhao Changling was not in a hurry, the two had a tacit understanding, one rushed on the road, the other killed the enemy, the cooperation was perfect.

Fortunately, Zhao Changling had spent many years in the apocalypse in his previous life, and he was already very familiar with the living dead, and his long-silent nature was instantly awakened.

He became more and more brave, holding the sharp sword in his hand tightly, every blow was just right, like a ruthless thunderbolt, wantonly strangling the evil spirits and crooked ways.

"Hooho-"

A living dead man with drooping arms and bulging veins jumped out from the front left, roaring and pounced on Dongfang Li!

Dongfang Li ignored the villagers' horrified cries, jumped out of the bullock cart, and ran towards the enemy head-on with a bloody sword in his hand.

"Go to hell!" After getting close to the living dead, Dongfang Li bent down suddenly, and after avoiding the bite, he stabbed the big knife into the enemy's abdomen forcefully, and then cut off his ankle.

Dongfang Li stood up neatly and ran towards the bullock cart coldly, ignoring the living dead crawling on the ground behind him.

Dongfang Li was driving the ox cart, looking back frequently, and seeing Zhao Changling finally catch up, he asked with concern: "How is it? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine." Zhao Changling shook his head, seeing the bullock cart plunged into the mud, he shouted: "Be careful!"

The bullock cart shook, and the wheels sank deeply into the mud, unable to move.

"Woo!" Dongfang Li tightened the reins suddenly, and the horse's hooves jumped so high that he almost threw him to the ground.

"What's going on? Why didn't you move?"

"Let's go! Let's go..."

"Don't, don't...don't stop, I don't want to die!"

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled in the carriage were scared out of their wits. They yelled and kept urging Dongfang Li to move forward quickly, for fear that if he took a slow step, his life would be lost.

Dongfang Li was upset by their quarrel, and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Get out of the car!"

"What? Get out of the car? Me, me...we won't get out of the car..."

An old man who likes to make troubles complains in a whisper, although he is old, he is not stupid, what if he gets out of the car and is left behind?

Dongfang Li was originally a lawless young man, seeing this old man against him everywhere, he grabbed his collar and threw it on the ground impatiently.

"I'll say it for the last time, everyone get out of the cart!" Dongfang Li showed a fierce look, and explained impatiently: "The bullock cart can't move, we have to push it over!"

After listening to his explanation, although the group of ten people were not angry, they got off the car obediently.

Seeing this, the old man who had just been thrown off the bullock cart by Dongfang Li cursed and acted arrogantly.

Dongfang Li was in a hurry to pull the horse and trailer, and was too lazy to argue with him.

Unexpectedly, seeing that Dongfang Li didn't speak, the old man thought he was guilty, and shouted more and more triumphantly:

"Look at it, look at it all, what kind of young people are these, they don't know how to respect the old and love the young! Bah, it's really unlucky to follow you!"

Zhao Changling took a few steps forward in silence, pressed the tip of his sword against his throat, and lifted his chin slightly, showing a bit of arrogance.

"You...what do you mean?"

Zhao Changling said indifferently: "You are a refugee, we kindly took you in, not just to listen to your nonsense!"

At this time, the old horse had dragged the ox cart out of the mud pit, and Dongfang Li urged everyone to get on the cart quickly.

The villagers with a clear heart lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, and climbed into the car one after another, turning a blind eye to their dispute.

Zhao Changling sneered, and said cruelly: "Ali, you can go!"

Dongfang Li heard the words, and waved the rein neatly, "Drive!"

Seeing the bullock cart staggering away, the restrained old man finally shouted in a panic: "What do you want to do? Me, me, me... Cough! I'm not afraid of you!"

Zhao Changling withdrew his long sword and said indifferently: "Farewell." As soon as the words fell, he ran away without looking back.

The old man froze in place, chased after a few steps at a loss, and shouted in a panic: "Don't! Don't leave me, help—"

"Help me!" The old man ran after the bullock cart for a few steps, and accidentally fell to the ground. Even though he couldn't stand up, he still crawled after him.

When Zhao Changling sat next to Dongfang Li, he saw him staring at him with a smile, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Dongfang Li glanced back, and said pointedly: "I thought you would swallow your anger."

"Swallow your breath? You don't have to!"

Zhao Changling has always had a bad attitude towards people who have no eyesight. After all, in his previous life, there was no such thing as respecting the old and loving the young. Everyone was working hard to survive.

When Dongfang Li heard this, he smiled lightly and said, "In this way, our trip will be much easier."

At this moment, the people sitting in the bullock cart were silent, they lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, not daring to make any more noise.

The villagers in Qiaotou Village were secretly startled, they had been underestimating these two ruthless young men.When a person cannot protect himself, he will not meddle in his own business.

Soon, Dongfang Li drove the ox cart to the gate of the city.

Uncle Zhong led a dozen people anxiously, and when he saw them, he rushed over from a distance and said in panic, "Ali, it's not good, we can't get in!"

"What? What's going on?"

Zhao Changling and Dongfang Li listened solemnly to what Uncle Zhong said with a livid face.

It turned out that when Uncle Zhong and his party broke through the siege and rushed to the city gate, the guards in the city were unwilling to let them in.

The villagers in Qiaotou Village naturally refused to let it go, and the two sides broke out.What's more, they are still threatening to attract the living dead, and everyone will die together!

The guards in the city were afraid of causing trouble, so they had no choice but to report.Soon, an elegant middle-aged man stood on the wall and watched, and proposed that only young people and women should be allowed in, and the elderly and children must stay outside the city!

For such rude requests, Uncle Zhong naturally refused.

However, the younger generation, who were afraid of death, surrendered first, and they all expressed their willingness to accept this request!

Uncle Zhong was anxious and angry, and moved with emotion and reason, but he couldn't change their decision. He could only watch helplessly as the group of young people walked into the city gate.

Of course, there are still three young men who do not want to enter the city, expressing that they want to advance and retreat with Uncle Zhong.

Zhao Changling looked around, there were more than a dozen children of different ages, but he didn't see any women, so he asked suspiciously, "Did the women... also go in?"

Uncle Zhong was taken aback when he heard the words, and shook his head reproachfully, "The group of beasts... dragged the women from the village into it too! Those group of beasts..."

Zhao Changling keenly noticed that there was a new scar on Uncle Zhong's neck, and blood was oozing from his face.Although he didn't say it, he must have been besieged by young people, so he couldn't save the group of women.

Among the people present, there were about twenty old people, a dozen children, and five young people, that's all.

Zhao Changling raised his head and looked at the towering city wall. Archers were vaguely aiming at them above.

Uncle Zhong agrees.