In everyone's life, there are always opportunities of one kind or another, some of which are grasped and some are wasted. After the outbreak of the doomsday, there are not many opportunities to grasp. When Wu Xuzi heard that Hua Yang was willing to give him a chance, he immediately widened his eyes and his small chest was filled with excitement.

"Follow me, I'll prove it to you!" Wu Xuzi took Hua Yang to the low shanty town. Although the house built by Tie Rongmu is good, it is only a privileged evolver. Ordinary people live in low shacks, bypassing the dead shanty towns, and coming to the lower tents. Hua Yang saw one hospital bed after another, with circles of solid iron chains tied to the beds.

"Here?" Hua Yang's eyes were full of doubt, Luo Sheng's eyes were full of shame, and he whispered to Hua Yang: "This is a battlefield hospital. Survivors who were injured by zombies and mutant beasts will be sent here for treatment."

Hua Yang looked surprised: "Have you found the special medicine to cure zombie virus?" This question made Luo Sheng lower his head in shame. Wu Zizi said unpleasantly: "The special medicine has been found, look there!"

Hua Yang turned around and saw the survivor of the virus on the hospital bed bound by a rope. His face turned black quickly. His skin began to shrink. His painfully twisted face turned into ferociousness. His dark pupils were covered with blood. His mouth was wide open and he let out a wild roar. After all, he could not withstand the virus infection. The living person turned into a dead zombie.

Two men in protective suits came over. They walked to the hospital bed with a shaky steel knife in their hands and cut it down at the zombie's neck. Black blood splattered, their heads rolled on the ground, and their blood-red eyes turned black and white. They looked at the world with nostalgia, and then closed forever.

Another person held a hammer in his hand, smashed open the Tianling cover twice, and dug out the marrow stone from his brain. Then he carried the zombie, threw it on the trolley beside him, and sent it to a boiler not far away for cremation.

Hua Yang was trembling with anger and asked Luo Sheng directly: "This is your special medicine!" The warrior who was fighting to the gathering place one second before was beheaded and his head was beaten to the head and took the marrow stone. The bloody and cold reality made people tremble. In the end, he had to protect for so long, why? It was just to end up so desolate!! Hua Yang felt a sad feeling of a rabbit dead fox.

"They are no longer humans! They are zombies!!" Luo Sheng's dry explanation was empty and pale.

Wu Xuzi's face was full of disdain: "Look at them!" As he said, he pointed his hand at the survivors on the hospital bed: "There are not many people surviving, why do they die like this?" Wu Xuzi said, looking at Hua Yang with wide eyes: "If they have basic protection knowledge and understand the weaknesses of various zombies, maybe they don't need to die..." The small figure flew out a different ambition at this moment, and two balls of flames were burning in their dark eyelashes.

"I support you!" Hua Yang looked solemn, patted Wu Xuzi's shoulder, then looked at the survivors waiting for death on the bed, and said in his heart: "It's better to do it than not. I hope that after the radio station is really activated, more people can live."

Hua Yang walked through the shanty town with loneliness. When he was about to walk into the house, he suddenly saw groups of women holding sickles in their hands, cutting iron wood bit by bit. The originally hard iron wood was sharpened bit by bit. The hollowed-out tree heart was filled with gunpowder. Crossbow arrows were processed through simple tools.

"Why are there any pregnant women?" Hua Yang saw a woman with a big belly and pregnant with Rocca, who was busy polishing the trunk of ironwood with coarse cloth to make the rough trunk look smoother, so that the shooting accuracy would not be affected by the concave and convex arrow shafts.

"She! Her name is Lin Kexin and Mocha's mother." Hearing Luo Sheng say this, Hua Yang remembered those big crystal eyes again, and cried shrillly, Mom! Mom!

Luo Sheng called Lin Kexin over. The woman who was pregnant with Liujia was quite convenient to move. She looked at Hua Yang with her timid eyes. Hua Yang nodded to her: "Mo Cha, I have seen it. She is a good boy. He should live happily in the mountain spring valley now."

"Thank you!" A hint of spirit flashed in those empty eyes, and then it became dim: "I'll ask you to take care of your child in the future. There's nothing to do, I'll go to work!" As he said that, he turned his thick waist and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Hua Yang looked at the big belly and asked, "Have you ever thought about the future?"

The word "future?" popped up from Lin Kexin's dry mouth, and thought flashed through his godly eyes, and finally turned into dimness: "Suffer a day and count on a day!" As he said that, his palm fell on his stomach, and a brand new life was nurtured. I hope he could live in a world without hunger and viruses.

Looking at Lin Kexin's leaving figure, Hua Yang felt very uncomfortable. Instead, Luo Sheng, who was standing aside, comforted Hua Yang: "It's better to endure some things than not. Lin Kexin is pretty good. As long as the gathering place is not broken, she doesn't have to die. There is a cannon fodder camp where the dead soldiers live, and they may die at any time!"

"Cannon Fodder Camp?" Looking at the outline ignited in front of him, Hua Yang walked in. Three strong men surrounded the bonfire, chewing hard-dough steamed buns in big mouthfuls.

Hua Yang sat next to them, took out the canned beef from his pocket and threw it to the three strong men. Looking at their blood-red eyes, Hua Yang suddenly asked, "Why do you want to be cannon fodder?"

The bald man stabbed the canned scalp with a steel knife and greedily sucked the juice inside: "To eat enough, to kill it with pleasure." As he said that, he cut open the can and chewed the meat inside in big mouthfuls.

Another person with a scar on his face asked back without answering: "Why not be cannon fodder? I'm the only one left in the family to die! What's the point of saying I'm alive?" As he said that, a trace of fierce light flashed in his eyes: "I just want to kill zombies, kill one enough money, kill two and earn one."

Hua Yang sighed and looked at the last cannon fodder. He was only in his forties, but his face was full of wrinkles and his eyes were full of sadness. He said in a hoarse voice: "I am dead, I want to commit suicide but I don't have the courage to work hard as cannon fodder. I will live one day more." As he said that, he pointed his finger at the people around him: "Who is not a family that destroys the family, but does not die even if he lives."

Hua Yang also looked around, and before he knew it, people were standing around him, his eyes were filled with silence, and it was sad to close together. Suddenly, Hua Yang understood that they were all living in a sad world and regarded death as liberation.

This is a world full of misery. When disasters roar, people lose everything they have. It is also the ideal they have for half their life. They completely shattered in an instant, leaving only a broken residue. It has nothing to do with strength. In the world of shattering, they don’t care what you once had, but why you live.

Some people find their own way of living, while others try to make their death valuable. In this turbulent world, what else is there to be scary about humans who don’t even care about death?

Hua Yang silently left the cannon fodder camp and returned to the house with full of thoughts. The old dog half closed his eyes, and Lian had already fallen into a deep sleep. The old dog was holding a wine pot in his hand and pouring wine in his neck. Two red spots flew on his cheeks. Without dusk air, it became clearer.

"There is nothing to ask me?" The old dog opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Hua Yang in front of him.

Hua Yang shook his head: "You will definitely say what you should say, and asking what you shouldn't say is a waste of time." After that, he picked up a bottle of wine, unscrewed it and poured it into his mouth. The hot wine dispelled the unhappiness in his heart, and looked at the old dog and said, "I'll wait for you to speak."

The old dog poured all the wine in the bottle into his mouth, looked at Hua Yang with drunken eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on his wrinkled old face: "You really don't care about power! You are indeed not a survivor on the wasteland!" The old dog seemed to see through Hua Yang's secret: "It also covers that you are not from the unsinkable city! Only people from there do not care about power. Unlike the people in the wasteland who engrave the evolutionary ranks in their minds, they always think about strength."

Hua Yang was stunned. The old dog was thinking about him everywhere, but this time he was wrong again! Hua Yang shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, but no longer explained. He looked at the old dog and asked, "Is there anything else besides this? If I hadn't sleep!"

"How can I get a residence permit for an undefeated city?" Lao Gou mentioned the old story again.

Hua Yang shook his head and looked at the old dog seriously and said, "I will reiterate the last time that I will build a new city that will never fall on the wasteland. Don't ask me about the residence permit in the future, and I will not answer any questions about the residence permit in the future."

A divine light flashed in the old dog's eyes, and he slowly shook his head and sweared in his heart that he must move Hua Yang and get a permanent residence permit for the unsinkable city. A new city that never falls sounds like a fairy tale. If the virus breaks out in the new city, it is a real-life version of a horror movie.

In Tie Rongmu's room, Hua Yang was lying on the large solid wood bed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was tired! Not only was his body tired, but his heart was also tired. Now we must inspire the people in the gathering place to survive. Then take them out. If we can't come up with a solution within three days, everything we have worked hard to do is as illusory as a mirror.

"I can't figure it out until now. What trump card do you have?" Opp, who was unwilling to be lonely, continued to chatter: "Do you want to put them all into the truck and then drive the big truck to break through?" Opp said and said, "I'll tell you, I don't agree!"

"If I tell you, I have never thought about how to get out of trouble, do you believe it?" Hua Yang's face was plain and his voice was calm, as if he was talking about an irrelevant little thing.

"You're kidding!" Opp was uneasy, without any calmness in the digital terminal life: "Now you're playing big! Give survivors hope that if they find that their hope cannot be realized, they will tear you into many films in despair! Many films!"

"I won't talk about it and go to bed!" Hua Yang turned over and covered his head with a quilt, muttering in a low voice: "There will be a road before the car arrives at the mountain!"
Chapter completed!