Before the end, the militia knew that he had to kill the D-type zombie. For a moment, he was in a high mood and was beating around the zombie. The long knife in his hand kept waving and fell on the limbs of the zombie again and again. In the separation of skin, flesh and bone, the limbs of the zombie were cut off.
The zombie without limbs rolled on the table. It roared and wanted to stand again. Unfortunately, it lost the ability to stand forever. Only one sharp tooth stretched out its big mouth to do a bite.
The militiamen gasped and looked at the zombie on the ground. The zombie was at his feet, but he could no longer cause any harm to him. He turned to look at his captain. The militiamen captain had put down his sword and shield, smiling at him, and extending his thumb to express his appreciation. His comrades in arms looked at him admiringly, all excited and unconsciously, He has become the idol of his comrades in arms.
The militiamen turned back and looked at the boundless crowd under the stage. This time, he felt no shame, but a strange emotion was surging in his heart, and his throat began to itch, which made him want to shout something
"Oh
The crowd below roared out first. The roar shocked the whole world and covered Yang Ke'er's ears as he dozed off in the car. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the front row of Yang Ke'er. Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to the huge cheers, shook his eardrum and frowned. Zhang Xiaoqiang was very comfortable at the moment. He enjoyed the cheering, as if it was for him.
Today's play is deliberately arranged by Zhang Xiaoqiang. In fact, killing zombies is not difficult. Ordinary people can do it with a little exercise. Zhang Xiaoqiang killed the first type D zombie just at the beginning of the exercise. At that time, he didn't have a shield, so he killed the zombies with his wits, not to mention Yuan Yi. As a woman, she killed type D zombies with her bare hands.
What's really difficult is people's heart. It's their fear. Fear builds a high wall in their heart. They don't want to see what is outside the wall. The wall can make them feel safe temporarily, but it can't make them feel safe forever. In a safe gathering place, they delay their lives. Once the safe place is not safe, even if they have the ability to kill zombies, But because of the wall in their heart, they become lambs waiting to die.
The panic caused by the killing of zombies is pervasive in these people's hearts. They dare not face zombies because of their walls. In their depression, they want to vent their anger by looking for the same kind of zombies. Today, Zhang Xiaoqiang first used meow to fight five zombies as a child, and the second used militiamen to fight D-type zombies as ordinary people. He wanted to tell them that zombies are far safer than human beings, Let them break the walls of their hearts.
People are cheering and venting. They see, they see hope, they see the hope of human beings, and they see the hope of defeating the evolutionary zombies like a militia.
Suddenly, the cheers were silent. The militiamen on the stage raised their hands and asked the people below to stop. At this moment, the militiamen seemed to be possessed by gods, with a trace of dignity and calmness. He raised his knife and asked the people below to stop. He carefully put his shield on the floor, walked to the zombie, and raised his foot on the chest of the D-type zombie.
The long sword was raised high, the zombie at his feet was struggling to wriggle, and the militiamen's body was shaking with the Zombie's wriggling. The people below held their breath and looked at the familiar and strange figure on the stage with their hands raised.
"Ha
The militiamen yelled and made a sword from the corpse's forehead. In an instant, the corpse could not move and died under the sword. The people below cheered more. The crowd was a little crazy. They were laughing, crying, shouting and making noise. They hugged and comforted each other. They sang loudly together, as if they had killed the corpse on the stage.
The militiamen who killed the zombies were held high by his comrades in arms and rushed to one side. Four militiamen took the zombies on the stage and walked down to the stage. Sven Wen, Huang Tingwei with glasses, took the microphone and walked up to the stage. He stood on the stage, from left to right, and his eyes swept down the stage. It was strange to say that people in the front row automatically took notice when he saw his eyes, The noise gradually subsided from front to back, and the people under the stage looked up and waited for Huang Tingwei to speak.
"Down... Down... Down..."
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