The courage of the village chief inspired several men standing behind him to rush forward and protect the respectable old man behind them, but they were blocked by the village chief's crutch.
The village chief didn't say anything to the villagers who fled in a hurry. He didn't have to look back. Just by listening to the sound, he understood what was happening behind him. But in this situation, he no longer had the strength to stop the two zombies.
Nor will I give them time.
Ideals are good, but reality still needs to be recognized clearly.
After all, after living so long, I can still see this clearly.
The crutch blocked the man behind him who was trying to rush forward. The village chief stared closely at the two jumping monsters and spoke out his final instructions.
"Try your best to stop them, and if you can't, run!"
The old man's words were not only spoken to the men behind him, but also to the six children behind the old banyan tree. After arriving here, he had already seen the children hiding behind the grass, and
I can't say I saw it.
He just relied on his knowledge of zombies to determine that there were several people hiding behind the grass.
And at this time, who else can stand outside the village?
The last word "running" was almost shouted from the old man's throat, and that deafening voice instantly became the voice that woke up the six frightened children.
The old man raised his crutch and rushed towards the two zombies like a moth to a flame. The two zombies did not hesitate at all, because their target was the old man standing at the front.
Although the distance between them is very far, the position where the old village chief was standing just now is too obvious. That position is like a guide, the leader here. Although the zombies have no intelligence, they can still be shot.
This principle of birds is applicable no matter where it is.
Either he will be beaten to death, or this guy will have to make a new set of rules.
To resist, and even completely overthrow the original rules.
Seeing the old man's decisive look, the old body seemed to have awakened infinite power at this moment. The crutch was swung, and the originally curved spine straightened in an instant, as if a world had been opened up for everyone!
The men behind the old man are still bloody after all. At this time, an old man has already rushed forward regardless of his own life. How can they forget the old man's instructions?
Maybe they are afraid of death, maybe they are still trembling at this moment, but with their blood boiling, it doesn't matter now.
"Bang bang"
The two zombies suddenly fell down, and the zombies made two big holes on the compacted dirt road. Smoke and dust filled the air, and they came to the old man.
The old man didn't hesitate
, holding up his crutch, he rushed forward. He knew he couldn't beat them, but as long as he could hold them back for a while, the people in the village would have a little more hope of living!
"Click"
The zombie waved his arm, just sweeping it lightly, and then the crutch that had been accompanying the old man for a long time was completely broken in an instant. It looked very hard, and it would be very painful if it hit a person.
A walking stick is just a twig in the hands of a zombie.
The old man had anticipated such a situation and was not surprised. Instead, he gritted his teeth and continued to rush forward. He wanted to hold these two guys back, even if it could only hold them back for a few seconds.
The old man threw away the broken crutch in his hand, opened his arms in a hugging posture, and wanted to hug the two zombies, because the person behind him held a rope in his hand, which was the only way to restrain these two guys.
thing.
But the speed of the zombie was obviously faster than that of the old man. Before the old man could pounce, his arm had already grabbed the old man's chest.
"puff"
The voice was a little dull, and the old man's eyes showed a hint of pain, but it was immediately covered up by the determination. His chest had been pierced by the zombie's arm, like a bamboo stick going through a hawthorn, in just the blink of an eye,
It has become something hanging on the zombie's arm.
"ah!"
The old man endured the pain, took another step forward, and grabbed another zombie, but this was the limit of what he could do.
The zombie that pierced the old man's chest was the corpse of the old man whose body was buried a few days ago but was inexplicably missing. But at this time, no mercy or kindness could be seen on the old man's face. All he had was
A bloodthirsty light.
The moment its arm passed through the old village chief's chest, bright red blood spurted out from the village chief's chest. The next second, the bodies of the two zombies had been dyed red.
The pungent smell of blood filled the surroundings in an instant. When the men behind the old man saw this scene, their eyes turned red and they wanted to tear the two monsters in front of them into pieces. Just as the old man grabbed the other zombie's hand,
For a moment, the men didn't communicate at all, but they took steps forward at the same time.
The two pickaxes were raised high and smashed towards the zombie's head. The two men had already turned the rope into a lasso and lassoed the two zombies at the same time.
There were two men behind, holding axes, and rushed towards the two zombies from the side, intending to completely destroy these two monsters that had killed so many people.
The death of the village chief inspired all the passion of these six men in an instant, and courage filled their bodies. Death was no longer within their scope of consideration. Their lives were completely destroyed at this moment, and death was very difficult.
Maybe it's just a matter of time.
The noose was put on the zombie,
The huge rope tied the old village chief and the two zombies together at the same time. This was the old village chief's request, his last request.
The two people ran quickly, trying to completely restrain the two zombies, beat them to death, and burn them to ashes according to the old village chief's instructions. What those villagers didn't know was that the clothes on the old village chief's body,
It has already been filled with oil. As long as there is a little flame, the old man's body will turn into a ball of flame.
He was burning with his life, using his life to bring a little hope of survival for other people in the village.
They don't know, they have run away, and they don't need to know, because they don't deserve it.
The rope was tied to the zombie's body. The two guys were a little uncomfortable and wanted to struggle, but the two men ran very fast, and the attacks from the four people around them came at the same time, which attracted the zombie's attention for a few seconds.
.
The rope has been tied to the zombie's body, and of course, the old village chief.
"ignition..."
The pain of being pierced by a zombie on the arm is unimaginable to ordinary people. The old village chief's consciousness has become blurred, but his body is still persisting. He used up his last bit of strength to drag another zombie towards him.
In my arms, hold me tight.
But as the blood drained away, his consciousness gradually became unclear, and he began to be in a trance. He understood that he was going to die soon.
At the last moment, he said the last two words. He couldn't hold on any longer. If...if those few people relented, he might not be the only one who died.
A man's hand stopped, gritted his teeth, and threw the torch in the direction of the old village chief. The three people hugged each other. The oil on the old village chief's body had already been contaminated by the two zombies. The man
There was no hesitation, because this was the village chief's request.
He cannot be soft-hearted and has no reason to be soft-hearted.
What he was carrying now was the old village chief's entrustment and the life of a villager!
The torch hit the old village chief's back with a bang, and the flame touched the oil on the old man's body. With a "pop" sound, the flame instantly began to swell and spread. A gust of wind blew by, and the flames followed the wind.
It instantly grew countless times, and in the next second, it had completely swallowed up the old man and the two monsters who were neither humans nor ghosts.
No, it's actually a little bit worse. The old man has more flames, but the flames on the two monsters are very limited.
"Zi La"
The burning sound of the flames was so harsh at this time, but no one could do anything. The old man had no voice. If it weren't for the zombies piercing his body, he might have fallen to the ground at this time, and the person in the flames
The zombie let out an angry roar at this time.
The flames spread, the roar became louder, but the old man had already died in the flames...