While it was still squeezing out bit by bit, several other rats had already surpassed it, rushing towards the two of them like running calves.
"If you work harder, it will be faster."
Coulomb knew that people like Jack who came out of underground shelters rarely experienced such a crisis, so he encouraged him. But the most intuitive judgment of his brain was that before the rats rushed in and tore the two people into pieces,
At most, the cabinet can be pushed into place, and the time to go up is lost.
In an instant, Coulomb formed a plan in his mind that although he was unwilling to do so, it was absolutely feasible. In this era, it is often because of the sacrifices of some people that others can survive. Therefore, following this rule, a person
Death is better than both people dying.
When the iron cabinet was pushed to a position where he could barely use it to go up to the second floor, Coulomb finally made up his mind to implement his simple and direct plan - to give a pile of food to the mouse so that the other pile of food would have time to escape.
But... with a loud bang, the iron cabinet was overturned to the ground. Looking at the pile of raised cement blocks that had stuck in the iron cabinet, Coulomb's mind went blank.
The mouse that was the first to rush into the room didn't turn quickly, so it hit the door frame hard, and continued to rush towards Coulomb with a few flying bricks.
When it was only about three meters away from Coulomb, the mouse suddenly jumped up in the air and bit into Coulomb's head with two incisors that looked like kitchen knives from top to bottom.
The fishy stench in the rat's mouth made Coulomb first think not of how painful his death would be, but of what the rat had eaten before to make its mouth stink to such an extent.
Snapped--
The next moment, Coulomb knew the answer.
Taking advantage of the opportunity for it to jump up, Jack's steel pipe poked directly into the mouse's fragile belly. It is only fragile compared to other parts of the mouse's body. Even if it was poked directly, it borrowed the mouse's own strength. This time
It still failed to penetrate into the mouse's body. It just vomited out the contents of its stomach and rolled on the ground in pain.
The iron cabinet that the two of them had pushed with all their strength was knocked out of place by the rat's roll.
"Fight."
Jack only had time to say two words in a hurry, but the second mouse had already rushed over. Following the experience of the first mouse, this mouse learned its lesson and did not jump up again, but directly reached out and bit Jack's arm.
Jack took advantage of the situation and flipped the steel pipe back with his backhand, hitting the mouse hard on the head. But this time it didn't feel like it was hitting a living creature, but like it was hitting a pile of thick rags. He was hit.
The mouse just shook its head and recovered, and continued to bite Jack.
Seeing that he was not in a hurry to avoid it, a bright light flashed. Only a little flesh of the rat's sharp beak was still connected to its head.
Coulomb stared at the sharp boning knife in his hand for a moment, and then swung it wildly, completely killing the mouthless rat. But it was not too late for him to continue using this powerful weapon to poke Jack's rat over.
He was also chopped to death, and other rats had already rushed up, not one this time, but five.
The smart mouse had already discovered that these two humans were not as easy to deal with as they seemed, so they paused their offensive for a few seconds and gathered together.
Even though they were far overwhelming in numbers, the rats did not rush to attack, but slowly wandered around in an encircling manner.
Jack yelled, "Can't wait, sprint for the door."
"No." Coulun waved his knife to drive away a rat that made a tentative attack. He glanced outside and said, "You will die faster if you rush out."
Jack also glanced outside the door, and then his blood, which had been boiling because of the fight, quickly cooled down. At least a dozen rats had gathered in the visible part of the house. And more rats were coming in a steady stream.
gathered over.
"Damn it, I really shouldn't have listened to your nonsense. I have to work so hard to travel so far and only serve as food for rats."
"We found quite a lot of things. If we hadn't been discovered by the mice, we would have enjoyed our return for a while. If the cabinet hadn't been unluckily overturned, we wouldn't have run away in vain. At least one of us would have had a chance..."
Before Coulomb finished speaking, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the entrance to the second floor. The two people who were too nervous looked up at the same time.
This move gave the mice the opportunity they had been waiting for, and several mice pounced on them at the same time. When the two people, who found that there was a problem with their cooperation, quickly pulled their heads back, they could only watch as the mice's teeth with disgusting saliva got closer and closer to them.
Coming closer.
It's impossible for a third person to come out to rescue this time...
However, fate is always so wonderful.
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-
A series of loud but coherent sounds came. Following these sounds, all the rats approaching the two of them seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and their bodies were constantly twisted into various weird shapes. But with the heavy hammer attack
The difference is that every time the mouse's body twists, large pieces of flesh and blood fly away.
The two of them have never fired a gun, but that doesn't mean they haven't seen hunters using guns to kill mice. To kill a mouse, an ordinary small-caliber pistol requires at least three or four consecutive shots to the vital points, but a rare rifle can kill a mouse.
The power is much greater, but it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a rate of fire and power.
Faced with this incomprehensible and powerful attack, these rats behaved like their ancestors decades ago, leaving more than a dozen corpses behind with violent sounds and then fled in all directions. This was the first time in their lives that the two of them had seen such an attack.
Many mice ran away at the same time. And they ran away so crazy.
Some of the blocked rats used their sharp claws to grab onto the rats in front of them, and as the latter howled miserably, they quickly crawled over their bodies with several bloodshot threads.
At the entrance of the sewer, several rats were desperately hitting each other like angry bulls in order to fight for the priority right to escape.
In front of the cement guardrails of other buildings, the rats that couldn't grab the entrance tried to climb over, but their clumsy bodies always fell down again and again. The anxious rats actually hit the cement guardrails with their bodies, trying to knock them away.
Then they rushed over. But it wasn't until the normal entrance became clear again after a short period of crowding that the rats who had knocked their heads out staggered away from there.
Looking at all this, Jack actually felt a moist feeling in his eyes.
"Damn, this is the power that humans should have. Rats have been afraid of us for tens of thousands of years. This is the most normal... ugh..."
Before Jack could find the reason for his wet eyes, Coulomb, who had escaped from death, had already cried and told him the answer. In an instant, the liquid accumulated in Jack's eyes flowed down uncontrollably.
Every drop of liquid is precious, and crying is a waste of energy. This is a rule that everyone living in this era knows. Therefore, even newly sensible children have never dared to cry extravagantly.
When facing death, the two people who never thought about enjoying the feeling of crying found that when it came time to cry, they couldn't help themselves and those damn laws.
The two of them now feel in their hearts like children who have been bullied by bad guys. Suddenly, the hero appears and helps him teach the bad guys a lesson. The bad guys who are afraid of the hero fight each other in order to escape.
Stupidly bumping against the wall... This is almost the greatest excitement and emotion that every child can hold in his pure heart.
What's more, compared to the bad guys who bully children, humans who once dominated the earth are actually used as food by rats. This is a kind of sadness that goes deep into the bones of people who have been deliberately forgotten when they remember it. People who have experienced peacetime
They always unconsciously give this sadness the disguise of remembering and pride, and pass it on from generation to generation in the form of stories until the moment it is triggered.
"What are you doing? Those things may come back, so come up first."
The people upstairs obviously couldn't understand the complex psychology of the two people. After hanging a rope, they walked away from the entrance.
The two people, who had experienced too many ups and downs in a short period of time, quickly climbed up along the rope. After entering the wrong house two houses, they saw their savior in a bedroom next to the street.
He was a handsome young man with dark hair and fair skin.
This description may not be accurate. According to pre-war standards, this young man's skin is not fair, and his appearance is far from handsome.
But in this era when human beings are repeatedly devastated by strong ultraviolet rays and ubiquitous radiation, these two words are just right for him.
When he first saw this young man with a beautiful appearance, Jack unconsciously associated him with those lucky people living in high-end shelters, but the next moment, he quickly rejected this idea.
The people in those shelters never dared to take the initiative to open the entrance. The shelters that had done so were slaughtered in one day. In addition to robbing them of their supplies, the main reason was the unbalanced psychology of humans living on the ground.
Therefore, under the huge differences between similar and mutated animals, as well as the multiple threats of radiation, people in high-level shelters almost dare not leave their cozy nests, let alone come alone to this territory belonging to rats.
middle.
In addition to this reason, there is also a big problem with this person's clothing. His delicate skin is enough to show that he is not a mutant. But even those micro-mutants who walk on the ground all year round do not dare to expose themselves directly to the sun.
But he was only wearing a thin piece of clothing that showed no protection at all. He couldn't imagine how such an outfit would allow him to walk alive under the violent sun.
Perhaps, the answer lies in the huge backpack next to the young man, which is nearly a person tall...
Jack's eyes looked back and forth on the backpack for a while. He really couldn't tell what was inside, and he couldn't imagine how the young man carried it.
Finally, Jack's eyes returned to the young man. To be precise, it was in his hand that a silver rifle was swaying slightly with his hand swinging back and forth.
There is no doubt that it is a powerful weapon that makes the mouse run away like crazy. The yearning for this powerful power makes Jack's eyes stay on this weapon much longer than on the young man and the huge backpack. Until
The young man stopped shaking the gun, and Jack suddenly realized how dangerous his current behavior was.
He quickly pulled Coulun, who was also dumbfounded, and said, "My name is Jack, he is my companion Coulun, thank you for saving us..."
After finishing speaking, Jack didn't know what to do. Generally, new people who join the settlement will go up to shake hands or even give a hug after introducing themselves. I heard that this is a way of expressing friendship that was passed down before the war. But
Jack always felt that it would be dangerous to do this to someone he met for the first time in the wild, especially the person in front of him, so he quickly lowered his right hand back after raising it a few centimeters.
But after a few seconds of embarrassment, the other party took the initiative to reach out and said, "My name is Qiu Yu, and I am... um... a traveler who was separated from his companions."