Standing at the south entrance, Zhang Fan looked eastward. Within a few dozen meters of sight, there were several lost zombies wandering around.
It is about seven or eight hundred meters from the south gate of the School of Political Science and Law to the commercial street. There are no shops on the left and right sides, and they are all surrounded by iron fences.
Across the road, there is also the site of the School of Political Science and Law. It is called the South Campus, but it is actually just a place for physical education and horticulture classes.
The area of the South Campus is about one-third of that of the North Campus, occupying the first platform just after going up the mountain. It can be said that after going up the mountain, the first few hundred meters from east to west are the scope of the School of Political Science and Law from south to north.
On the curb, clusters of green plants appeared densely, completely blocking the originally pedestrian road.
Li Yihui was a little curious. He took two steps forward and looked carefully, and found that they were actually weeds.
"Why are there so many weeds here and no one is cleaning them up?"
Li Yihui muttered in a low voice, feeling that the weeds outside the south gate were a bit too high, more than half a meter tall.
He soon became filled with doubts. Before the apocalypse, even though his physical education class traveled through the underground passage between the north and south campuses, he could still see the situation outside the school through the fence. There did not seem to be such tall weeds at that time.
As Li Yihui spoke, he looked at Zhang Fan to see if he knew anything.
After spending a few days together, he had an inexplicable feeling about Zhang Fan, as if this man knew a lot of things.
Seeing that Zhang Fan had not spoken for a long time and was still moving forward steadily, Li Yihui felt regretful and quietly looked at the weeds on the roadside while following him.
After observing for a while, he discovered a situation. These weeds grew out of the soil between the bricks, and there were none on the road.
"Can you grow so tall in just a few days?"
Li Yihui was very surprised. He felt that this apocalypse might be more complicated than he imagined.
"Then if other plants..."
Thinking like this, Li Yihui looked at the trees on both sides of the road and was suddenly stunned.
The small tree that was originally three to four meters tall and as thick as a fist is now more than ten meters tall and looks like it will grow like crazy.
At this moment, the figure that had been following him suddenly sprinted forward.
Li Yihui was startled and quickly looked up, only to realize that unknowingly, they were only four or five meters away from a zombie, and Zhang Fan was rushing towards the zombie.
"Click~!"
When Zhang Fan passed the machete across the zombie's neck, a sound that had never appeared before came.
He felt the weight in his hand light up, as if the knife had been taken off his hands. When he turned his head and looked, he realized that only the handle of the knife and a broken blade were left in his hand.
He looked at the zombie next to him that was screaming and rushing toward him. Sure enough, the other side of the knife was still stuck in its neck.
Damn it, the knife is broken!
Zhang Fan cursed secretly. When he was fighting the crawling zombies, he broke a machete, and now this one is also broken.
Subconsciously, he wanted to take out a gun and shoot, but when he thought of making gunshots in such a quiet and empty night, he would undoubtedly be seeking death.
"Snapped!"
Zhang Fan threw away the hilt of the knife in his hand, opened the claws swung by the zombie, and used his other hand to hold the zombie's jaw so that it could not bite him. Then, he jumped very nimbly,
Easily moved behind the zombies.
With his hands clasped together, he forcefully twisted the zombie's head off with a "click!"
"Crack!" After losing nerve conduction, the zombie fell to the ground immediately. However, it was not dead. Although its body could not move, its mouth was still opening and closing, and its teeth were biting up and down, as if it was still alive.
Don't give up and want to eat people.
"Your knife..."
Li Yihui was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Fan throwing down the knife. When he saw that only the handle of the thrown knife was left, smoke was coming from his orifices and he almost jumped up in fright.
Just when he thought Zhang Fan was about to be pounced on by the zombie, Zhang Fan used his bare hands to fight back beautifully and successfully broke off the zombie's head.
At the same time, several other wandering zombies finally heard what was going on here and began to speed towards this direction.
Seeing this scene, Li Yihui was frightened and said quickly: "Zhang Fan, let's go back..."
"hehe!"
Zhang Fan turned to look at him, smiled lightly, turned around and faced the zombies.
Next, Li Yihui once again witnessed a scene that seemed like something from a movie world.
With his bare hands, Zhang Fan transformed into a martial arts master, flying with his fists and kicks, beating several zombies to pieces. After a while, there were several more zombies on the ground that could not move and could only hit them with blows.
Looking at the zombies lying on the ground but still alive, Li Yihui opened his mouth and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you going to kill them?"
"I'm afraid I'll get my shoes dirty!"
Zhang Fan's understatement made Li Yihui admire him immediately. He felt that aside from his character, his character was still very high.
Feeling cool!
Zhang Fan stood there, looking at the discarded knife handle, frowning slightly, and began to think about the journey ahead.
Although he could kill zombies with his bare hands as he did now, it would take a lot of effort and waste time, and when facing a large number of zombies, it would be difficult to use his fists alone.
At the very least, with his current strength, he is still unable to blow a zombie's head off with one punch.
Need to find a makeshift weapon.
Thinking like this, Zhang Fan saw the iron rod Li Yihui held in his hand as a crutch and felt a little disgusted, but he still said:
"Lend me your crutch..."
"I am an iron rod!!!"
After Zhang Fan took the iron rod, he held it in his hand and shook it a few times. It felt that it weighed almost four or five kilograms, which was a bit light for such a weapon with a length of 1.23 meters.
However, in terms of quality, it should be stronger than his machete. Although it cannot easily cut off the zombie's head, it can at least pierce the zombie's head.
"Okay, let's go!"
Next, the two started moving forward again.
With the iron rod, Zhang Fan was able to pick up the zombies better than before with his bare hands, but it was still not as labor-saving as a machete.
He also tried smashing. Although he used all his strength and even smashed the zombies' skulls, the core was not damaged. Even if half of their heads were left, these zombies would still roar and attack.
In desperation, Zhang Fan could only go back to his previous choice and use poking to kill the zombies.
But the iron rod is just a stick after all, and there is no spike at the tip. It often requires eight or nine percent of his strength to do this.
Killing almost a dozen zombies at a distance of several hundred meters left Zhang Fan feeling out of breath.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from a tall building not far away.