Eight o'clock in the evening.

Night had just fallen and the lights were not on. Looking out from the car window, the highway had become a huge abandoned parking lot, and the howls of zombies could be heard from far away in the wilderness.

Zhou Rong held the steering wheel with red eyes and said nothing.

Simon got into the cab from the back compartment, and the strong smell of nicotine rushed into his nose. He couldn't help but cough: "Let me drive."

Zhou Rong shook his head.

"You stayed up too long."

Zhou Rong didn't speak.

Si Nan was silent for a moment amid the bumps in the car, and then gently advised: "You can't do this, Brother Rong. Dozens of people in two cars are still counting on you. If you fall over, what will happen to the others? Yanhao and Chuncao are both in the car behind.

Changed hands twice."

"...The biochemical vehicle is difficult to drive." Zhou Rong finally spoke hoarsely, "The road in the wilderness is difficult, we must be fast, and the further away from T City, the better."

Just as Si Nan was about to say something, the radio suddenly rang: "Yan Hao calls the car in front, Yan Hao calls the car in front! Captain, try it, our radio station is silent, how are you?"

Zhou Rong's eyes changed slightly and he turned on the car radio.

Countless sizzling currents were released like a flood, and all channels converged into the same dark sea.

——There is no shortwave signal.

The three special forces in the back car woke up sensitively. As if they noticed something, they stood up and squeezed forward. Zhou Rong's face turned very ugly. He raised his hand and opened the base communication with a few clicks. However, the command center channel was like

The swimming fish disappearing into the ocean of radio waves, no matter how it is debugged, it is despairingly silent.

Zhou Rong suddenly stepped on the brakes, took a deep breath, opened the car door and stepped out quickly.

The minibus behind them also stopped, and the exhausted survivors woke up from their sleep, confused discussions buzzing around.

Yan Hao and Chuncao also jumped out of the car. Both of them had hard-to-conceal exhaustion on their faces, but Zhou Rong didn't say a word and said straight to the point: "The base communication can't be connected."

The remaining team members gathered around and stood on the grass, looking at each other in fear.

"...There is no...sign of the nuclear bomb." Yan Hao said softly: "Didn't you say it would be launched at eight o'clock? It's past ten o'clock now."

"Will the plan change..."

"If the plan changes, the base should take the initiative to notify us." Yan Hao interrupted Chun Cao and explained: "If it is changed to nine o'clock, the base will let us set out to rescue more people, and another helicopter will be sent; more

The important thing is that delaying the launch time will cause zombies to spread from the city center to the surrounding areas. The sooner the nuclear bomb is cleaned, the better."

Si Nan came up from behind and stopped two or three steps away, folding his arms and looking at them quietly.

A terrible thought gradually arose in everyone's mind, but no one said it, or even took any action, as if as long as they kept silent, the possibility of that horror would not exist.

The late autumn night was already very cold, and the wilderness was rolling in the night. In the distance, beside the railway track, there was a faint yellow light from the street lamp.

"Your base," Simon's calm voice came from behind them, "Something happened."

Two or three special forces shouted at the same time: "Impossible!"

"The facilities in Military Region B are complete and impregnable. A large number of armed police guards were mobilized at the beginning of the virus outbreak. Not even a fly could fly in! Moreover, the national government agencies, the headquarters, and all the survivors in the entire North China region were all...

"

No one responded, and Chun Cao's sharp voice gradually became weaker.

Simon looked at her gently: "No matter how strong the fortress is, it can't resist internal collapse. Once the virus breaks out from the inside, the subversion can only happen in an instant, you know."

Everyone shuddered when they thought of the people who had just been sent to the B military area shelter by four helicopters this afternoon.

"Yingjie," Zhou Rong said in a low voice, "report the location."

The team member named Zhang Yingjie was holding a tablet computer in his hand. It was not of any brand known in the world. It must be military supplies: "We took a detour and are still fifty-seven kilometers away from the suburbs of City B. There is serious congestion on the highway ahead.

, it is recommended to detour through the industrial zone. The nearest industrial zone is still eight kilometers away from us..." He thought for a while and said: "There may be surviving residents."

Zhou Rong said slowly: "If City B falls, it will be wiped out by nuclear bombs in at most two days, and we will no longer be able to move forward."

People on the minibus couldn't hold it any longer and stood up one after another, looking out from the door, but stopped talking.

Zhou Rong thought for a long time, and finally made a decision under the gaze of dozens of eyes:

"Set up camp on the spot, inventory supplies, and arrange food and accommodation for the people."

"Yan Hao," he ordered: "Calculate the list of survivors and prepare for night shifts."

The sound of the wind, mixed with the sharp sound of a whistle, swept from the wilderness in all directions, like thousands of innocent souls crying towards the sky.

Zhou Rong's proper arrangements at the beginning of his escape immediately showed results. There were piles of rice, noodles, oil and salt, canned meat and vegetables, and warm clothes on the minibus, all of which he personally brought in boxes from the shopping mall warehouse last night.

In addition, there are knives, medicine, generators and other materials collected bit by bit, which are stored in the biochemical vehicles of the special forces.

The survivors were in small groups, eating canned food among themselves, with suppressed cries and lamentations heard from time to time. Si Nan was sitting on the steps of the door of the biochemical car, picking up a bottle of yellow peaches in sugar water, when Zhou Rong came over and stuffed it into his mouth.

Two fever-reducing pills.

Zhou Rong's hands were full of the smell of cigarette smoke, his fingertips were slightly salty, and they were all rough and chapped.

"Captain." Yan Hao suddenly said not far away.

Zhou Rong was lowering his head and wanted to say something. Hearing this, he waved his hand to Si Nan and turned to Yan Hao.

"There is not much high-energy gasoline for biochemical vehicles, and diesel can barely replace it. We are going to check the fuel tanks of abandoned vehicles on the highway after dawn. After arriving at the industrial area tomorrow morning, we will try to send a positioning signal to the military area again. If City B has not completely fallen,

Someone will definitely come to pick us up."

The two of them walked side by side to the leeward place. Zhou Rong asked in a low voice: "How many people are left?"

"Thirty-six survivors. Thirty men, six over fifty and two under fifteen; six women, two in their twenties and four in their forties. All Beta."

Yan Hao swallowed and stopped:

"We have six left. You, me, Chuncao, Zhang Yingjie, Ding Shi, Guo Weixiang."

"Everyone else is... gone."

The surroundings were quiet, and the night wind brought soft sobbing from the crowd.

Zhou Rong clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks spasmed. After a while, he suddenly hit the tree trunk with a punch!

The wood thicker than a human suddenly cracked, making a dangerous creaking sound. Yan Hao took half a step back in response to the wind of the fist.

"What are you doing!" Yan Hao roared: "What should I do if I attract zombies?!"

Red threads slowly sprouted from the gaps between Zhou Rong's fingers. The extremely powerful and intimidating Alpha pheromone in his blood instantly broke through the inhibitor and spread out in all directions like a roaring beast.

Zhou Rong forced himself to inhale and retracted his fist tremblingly.

Yan Hao took out a water bottle and quickly splashed the tree trunk, and wanted to splash water on Zhou Rong's hand, but he blocked it wordlessly, and then licked the wound himself, with sharp eyes in the shadows, like a wolf who was unwilling to give up in a desperate situation.

"...Three people are on duty in groups. We will set off at six o'clock tomorrow morning and go to the industrial zone." After a while, Zhou Rong said hoarsely: "If there is no movement in City B within two days, I will go into the city to explore by myself."

Yan Hao wanted to dissuade him, but when he saw Zhou Rong turning around and leaving, he had to chase after him in a hurry.

Si Nan ate half a bottle of yellow peach, and exchanged the remaining half bottle with a man on the bus for half a pack of Baisha cigarettes. The man gave the yellow peach to his wife and children, and Si Nan went to find Zhou Rong with the cigarette. When he walked to the edge of the woods, he suddenly

He stopped sensitively.

There was a faint smell in the night air that made him uncomfortable.

The aura was floating in mid-air, strong, mature, and extremely aggressive. He subconsciously looked for the source, but after standing here for a long time, his nerve endings suddenly jumped, and indescribable dizziness slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

...is Alpha pheromone.

But how could there be an Alpha in the wilderness? Is there a corpse bitten to death by zombies deep in the woods?

Simon looked around. Car lights were on in the open space, and people who had finished their rest were getting into their cars one after another to prepare for the night. The woods on the other side were hidden in the darkness, and the street lights in the distance were dim and seemed to exude an ominous atmosphere.

"Are you okay?" A female voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Simon turned around and saw Chuncao looking at him curiously.

"...Do you smell anything?"

"No?" Chun Cao sniffed hard, then her eyes were dull and her expression was subtle.

Simon: "?"

The next second, Chun Cao sneezed so loudly that it made people cry, and instantly sprayed Simon all over him.

"It must be the smell of rotting corpses!" Chun Cao rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and while blushing, he rushed Simon to the car: "Go back to bed quickly, don't worry about it! Go!"

Si Nan was a little confused and was forcibly pushed back to the biochemical vehicle.

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That night, the special forces were divided into three shifts. Chuncao Ding was on duty until twelve o'clock, Yan Hao and Guo Weixiang were on duty until three o'clock, and the last shift was Zhou Rong and Zhang Yingjie in the early morning.

Zhou Rong didn't sleep well and woke up once during the shift change at midnight.

The seats in the back compartment were lifted up, and several special forces were spread out on the floor, snoring one after another. He felt someone close to him, and looked through the car lights outside the window and saw that it was Simon.

Si Nan's body temperature dropped during his sleep, so he subconsciously moved closer to the heat source, hugged Zhou Rong with one arm, and breathed deep and steady into his shoulder.

At that moment Zhou Rong was in a daze.

Those young and restless fragments in my memory are rushing back against the time. Even in the dimness at this moment, the soft and handsome face and the tightly closed eyelashes quietly overlap with the scenes that have long disappeared in the years.
To be continued...