In the cold city, countless high-rise buildings stand like forests. The prosperous provincial capital city before the end of the world is like a dying beast. It can't even make a point of struggling. It can only wait quietly, lose the last breath, slowly decay, and know that it turns into ruins like debris.
The central line of the street is as clean as most cities in China. Except for the mounds of garbage piled up on both sides, the ground of the central line of the street is wiped clean by zombies with their soles. Every wide place is barren. On the contrary, the narrow ground is occupied by all kinds of vegetation.
Cracks are the most common in the city, no matter on the road or on the floor, there are more or less some. Collapsed street lights, collapsed metal dustbins, and spray fire hydrants. Patches of water are all over the city's street corners. Some even form lakes in low-lying areas. Most parks and flower clusters are green, occasionally with a few black spots, It's a zombie stuck in it.
A few kilometers from the entrance of the city, a street appears to be full of vitality with repressive preciseness. To be exact, the center of the street, which is more than 500 meters long, has become a man-made military cordon.
On both sides of the clean street, there are all kinds of face doors with signboards. Most of the French windows on the face doors have been broken. The broken glass is broken into sand like particles on the sidewalk, and countless crystal sand are piled up in the corner in a uniform line, but the zombies trample on the glass and kick it to one side in the process of walking unconsciously.
The dilapidated storefronts on both sides extend all the time. At the end of the street, they are blocked by various obstacles. Empty cars with only iron sheets are pushed together. Thick sandbags are piled on them. A rifle rack is still on the sandbags. Behind the muzzle of the gun, a pair of cold eyes are staring at another similar fortification 500 meters away.
Behind the opposing forces on both sides is another appearance. All kinds of vehicles found in the underground garage are pushed to the open space outside for maintenance. All kinds of tools and oil pots are neatly arranged behind the vehicles. Busy repairmen restart these cars which have been silent for two years.
There is an endless stream of people coming in and out of the doors and windows of each store. These people are like a group of robbers. They kick open the door, rush into the house, kill all the things that can be played inside, and transport all kinds of materials found inside to the outside for accumulation.
Li Zhi stood beside the mountain of materials and frowned. He knew that today was the eighth day. According to his promise, as early as five days ago, he should have delivered the first batch of weapons and ammunition to the front line. But now they are still trapped here. The only thing they can do is to squeeze out most of their wrong ammunition and send them, Sending out these ammunition can only show his heart at most, but it can't get the approval of huangquan, because the front line needs more.
Although we have found a lot of materials for people's livelihood, we have not found many guns and ammunition. Three police stations, a public security bureau and an armed police squadron have only found less than 200 Type 95 rifles and 20000 bullets. In addition, we have also found more than 100 9 mm revolver police pistols and type 77 police pistols, In addition, there are also some shotguns and 85 sniper rifles. If these weapons are sent up, they will not give him any extra points except for scolding. What huangquan needs is millions of bullets and a large number of guns.
The army on the opposite side delayed him for five days. The huge city was like a piece of cream cake without any package. He didn't want to let go of it on both sides, and no one was allowed to do it on either side.
Normally, such a big city can provide a place for tens of millions of people to live. Even if the hands on both sides can't be used up for a hundred years, they can completely meet their needs. The military also has a proposal, but Li Zhi doesn't think so. The military's proposal is conditional. To hand over all the weapons and ammunition they find, they can only take away the materials they can take away.
In this way, the whole city belongs to the army, and Li Zhi will never agree. The whole city is bought by their comrades in arms with their lives, and the army wants to get a city that they have been fighting hard for eight days, consuming a lot of materials and ammunition to empty out? This cannot be agreed in any case.
"Captain, Captain, there's news from the commander in chief..."
The messenger came running from behind him, holding the command briefing in his hand. Hearing the call of the messenger behind him, Li Zhifei was not happy, but his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.
"Will the spring shut me up or make me commit suicide?"
Li Zhi's stiff cheek is similar to that of a zombie. His whole body seems to be covered with dark clouds, and his eyes have lost focus. He seems to be a dying terminally ill patient, with a trace of acceptance of his life, and some words are not reconciled.
"None... None of them. The commander in chief ordered our department to be ready. Let's cooperate with the attack helicopter to defeat them after the persuasion failed."
"What..."
Li Zhi jumped up abruptly and grasped the signalman's collar. The signalman was frightened by Li Zhi's appearance. He shivered and repeated the order. Then he was pushed away by Li Zhi. The whole person seemed to be resurrected. After three circles, he stopped and turned around, shouting to the people behind him:"Get me a white flag..."
Li Zhi, carrying a two meter high flagpole and hanging huge white sheets, crossed the fortification and walked to the opposite side. Behind him, hundreds of people with big mouths looked at Li Zhi in amazement. At the cry of their respective officers, they prepared for the battle.
Li Zhi, who is carrying the white flag, is not afraid. His previous hesitation is because the front line is in a fierce battle and he has no time to take care of his partial division. Now that he has support or the most fierce air support, his confidence is different. In his eyes, the army on the opposite side has become a local chicken. Is it necessary for him to be afraid of a group of local chickens?
Li Zhi walked to the opposite side carelessly. As he approached, his legs and stomach began to tremble. A sense of urine made him always want to turn around. It was not that he was awake, but that more than 100 rifles and three machine guns were aiming at him. What if, what if that guy's fingers were shaking?
At the end of the day, Li Zhi insisted on walking in front of the sandbag on the opposite side, opening his mouth and shouting:
"I'm the messenger. I'm the messenger. Don't open the insurance until I get in...".
Stiff and stiff, Li Zhi couldn't remember how he got in. In front of the sandbag, he was depicted by the black muzzle of more than 100 rifles before he realized that the zombie was not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing was the enemy's bullet hole.
After Li Zhi came in, he was also confused and came to the top officer of the army, a young but white officer.
"Are you going to surrender? Our backup forces are coming. By that time, our forces will be four times as large as yours. Your thousand people are not enough to see... "
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