At the entrance of Mufan Town, the Tulang troops gathered.

The first group is our Tulang tribe, with a population of 1,200 people. It has three brigades, composed of middle and young generations. The main weapons are steel-forged long knives, steel rods and spears. The regiment leader Ran Zhiguo

, the roots of the war supervisor.

The second sequence is our second regiment of the Turang tribe, with a strength of 1,100 people. It has three brigades, composed of middle and young generations. Its main weapons are steel-forged long knives, steel rods and spears. The regiment leader Ran

First, the war supervisor An Meng.

The third sequence is our Tulang Tribe Third Regiment, with a strength of 1,100 people. It has three brigades, composed of middle and young generations. The main weapons are steel-forged long knives, steel rods and spears. The regiment leader Ran Ke

, war supervisor Wenkang.

The fourth sequence is our Tulang nationality guard camp, with a strength of 400 people. It has three teams, composed of middle and young generations. The main weapons are homemade muskets and steel-forged long knives. The captain Ran Jun and the deputy captain

Ran Feng, Captain Huanhuan, Captain Laiao, Captain Mao Jiu.

The fifth sequence is our Tulang Death Squadron, with 500 people, composed of middle and young generations. The main weapons are homemade muskets, daggers, short knives, the captain is monk, and the deputy captain is Bago.

The sixth sequence is our Tulang cooking group, which has 2,000 people and consists of seven brigades. They are composed of old men and old women over 60 years old. The main weapons are kitchen knives. The second uncle Ran Longyu is the leader of the group.

The seventh sequence is composed of young women and underage children of our Turang ethnic group, with a population of 3,000. Their main weapons are sticks and books.

The eighth sequence is our Tulang Comprehensive Weapons Department, Medical Department and Education Department, with a population of 1,500 people. The main weapons are hammers, scalpels, and righteousness. The ministers are Ran Yongtie, Wu Liang, and Ran Longxian.

The ninth, tenth and eleventh sequences are our Tulang tribe’s fourth, fifth and sixth regiments, with a population of 1,100, 1,000 and 1,200 respectively, composed of middle and young generations.

The main weapons are steel-forged long knives, steel rods and spears. The regiment leaders are Ran Lian, Ran Ziwei, and Ran Long, and the combat supervisors are Liu Bing, Li Xiong, and Liu Wei.

"I want to protect a group of people, and I just want to give this group of people a good ending." Ran Xiong gave his last speech before the expedition, "Next, our goal is to capture Heyan County, which contains 80,000 to 90,000 people.

There are even a lot more zombies, several times the number of our entire clan! Tell me, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid!" Everyone clenched their right fists and punched the sky.

"Okay, it's time to test our training results! However, I still have to remind you to be smart on the battlefield! Moreover, being smart is not enough. You must be the smartest one!"

"Okay, I announce: Flag sacrifice!"

On the side, a large flag with "Tulang Tribe" printed on it was carried out.

Dear Boss Xu, oh, no, it’s a zombie. Xu was slowly lowered from the gate at the entrance of the town.

He has long lost his original elegance and easy-going. His face is full of ulcers, abscesses are everywhere, his body is covered with maggots, his whole body is twitching like a convulsion, and black liquid is spitting out of his mouth. I don't know if it is blood, saliva, or honey? It's just...

It looks thick like some liquid.

However, despite being hanged for more than three months, he still did not die, and even became inexplicably fierce and intimidating.

Oh, it’s not right yet, it’s indeed wrong. Zombies are inherently immortal, and no one knows why.

"Xiao Fu, here." Ran Xiong gave Xiao Ran Fu a pistol.

Xiao Ranfu, who still looked childish, took the pistol without hesitation. He must have been unable to hold it steadily in the past, but after training for a long time, a gun was nothing in his hand.

However, Xiao Ranfu, who was holding a pistol, still had trembling hands. It was the first time he faced a zombie right in front of him. It was so ugly and made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It was hard to imagine that this was the Uncle Xu he had mentioned before.

Strangeness, disgust, and even fear filled Xiao Ranfu's young mind.

The gun is a May 4th pistol. Although it is old, Ran Xiong has taken good care of it.

"Bang..."

Six shots in a row, none hit.

Xiao Ranfu opened his eyes, full of disbelief. The distance was only one meter. Not to mention hitting the head, there was not even a bullet hole in his body.

Angry, angry, irritable.

Xiao Ranfu looked at the people around him at this moment. He even felt the laughter of the crowd. How damn is this?

How will the younger brothers in the class who believe in him think of him in the future?

He took out the dagger pinned to his waist, which was a symbol of his honor and the most valuable gift he received in the last days.

So, without any hesitation, Xiao Ranfu rushed out and rushed towards the zombie Xu who was still screaming and opening his mouth crazily to bite him.

With steady precision and ruthlessness, he stabbed Xu Xu in the eye socket with a knife, hitting both eyes, and the tip of the knife penetrated the zombie's head. The knife was effective, Xu Xu no longer moved or screamed, and the dark liquid in his mouth stopped falling.

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Pulling out the dagger neatly, Xiao Ranfu walked to the big flag with "Tulang Clan" printed on it, and carefully and gently wiped the dagger body with the flag cloth.

In the sunlight, the edge of the dagger reappeared, shining with a different kind of light.

Seeing this, everyone dragged the zombie Xu's final body aside.

However, the mottled sign at the entrance of the town has been so vicissitudes of life due to wind and rain.

It seems that when they were alive, people never realized how old the place they lived was, and some street lights were no longer even bright.

But who is heartbroken by the passage of time, who stops and admits that I have no regrets for living, and who tells myself that I left because I didn’t love deeply?

Picking up a handful of dirt, Ran Xiong ate it quietly.

Every day, the sun rises again, but people don’t know if it will come back.

The tribesmen can also cry and laugh, but they are not willing to dirty their eyes. This time they will only heal the wounds of leaving, and this time they will only comfort their hearts with memories.

I hope that this place will always be the fragrance in my mind, no matter how troubled I am, no matter how painful it is.

Unconsciously, everyone picked up a handful of dirt and ate it one by one.

"Tulang tribe!"

Clench your right fist and raise your fist to the sky.

"There are too many cold things in this world."

“We cannot be great people, we can only do small things with great love. But if you can be a light, you can illuminate the people around you, and when the people around you are illuminated, you yourself can also be illuminated.
Chapter completed!