The death of the old village chief was within his expectation. When he saw the death conditions of those people, he had already thought that he would have such a moment.
But in the eyes of the remaining men, this was not the case at all. In their eyes, the old village chief died for everyone, not to atone for his sins.
But the old man's desperate actions deeply hurt the hearts of each of them. An old man, already over fifty years old, compared to them, was physically weak but did not make him shrink back in this situation. On the contrary,
He rushed forward regardless of his own safety, just to let a few more people live in the village.
The previous things may really be the old man's fault, but it is no longer important at this time. No matter what the old man did for what he did, at this moment, the old man is fearless, tall, and with that rickety body.
At the moment of facing death, the spine is straightened.
Every man has hot blood in his heart, which is something that almost grows in his bones. The moment they saw the old man hugging the two monsters, everyone's eyes were red, and they were burning with torches.
At the moment when the old man's back was burned, the flame burned.
These men seemed to see that in the flames, the rickety old man straightened his spine again, tightened his skinny arms again, and turned his painful roar into the last strength to embrace and restrain the two monsters.
action.
The hoe was raised high and the ax was chopped hard. Several men had tears in their eyes. They completely ignored the heat and pain caused by the burning flames. They wanted to kill these two culprits, these two monsters.
These two monsters who killed many people in the village, as well as this respectable old man, were completely killed here.
It seems that as long as they use a little more strength and raise the hoe a little higher, they can cause a little more damage to the two monsters.
The ax blade struck the zombie turned into a middle-aged man, and the hoe hit the head of the zombie turned into an old man. The flames were burning fiercely. There were three figures swaying in the yellow flames. Outside the flames, six men's figures were visible.
What was reflected in his eyes was the raging flames.
Their anger is like this flame, burning fiercely, trying to burn out everything in the flame.
Anger turned into strength. Every time he swung the ax and hoe, he used all his strength. The banging sound was endless. The ax blade passed through the flames, disappeared in the flames, and then slashed hard at the middle-aged man.
On the transformed zombie body.
The anger of several people swayed, expanded, and became violent with the flames.
But things did not end as perfectly as imagined. Although the flames were fierce, they burned on the two zombies, but they seemed to be suppressed by some kind of force. The flames became smaller, and the flames also turned from the bright yellow to the
Light blue transition.
old
The oil on people's clothes had disappeared a lot under the burning of the flames. As time passed, the fierce fire gradually began to extinguish.
"Roar~"
Terrifying roars came from the flames. They were the angry roars of two zombies. The sound waves came from the flames, and the flames began to shake. The zombies were constantly struggling, and the zombies were infected with black dog blood.
The rope became brittle under the heat of the flames. As the two zombies struggled, it began to be straightened, which was horrifying to watch.
"Oil! Someone, come here! Get the oil quickly!"
As the flames became more and more extinguished, the men who had been surrounding the zombies felt something was wrong. Their hoes and axes struck and chopped at the two zombies, but they seemed to be children holding willows.
It was as if the branch had hit an adult, except for a few small wounds and slight dents, it had no use whatsoever.
Watching the flames gradually getting smaller, I thought of what the old village chief had said before, that only if the zombie was completely burned to death would it be able to avoid future troubles. A man hurriedly turned his head and shouted behind him.
The zombies seemed to have the power to suppress the burning of the flames, so they needed more oil at this time. The old village chief obviously had not thought of this before, so although they brought ropes contaminated with black dog blood,
Nothing else is prepared.
When the man shouted that sentence, he had already turned his head. When he saw the scene in front of him, his expression instantly became stiff. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. What else could he think?
If I wanted to say it out loud, it would be stuck in my throat.
Is there anyone behind him at this time?
From the moment the old village chief rushed toward the zombies, their attention was focused on the two zombies in front of them. They had no idea that when everyone shouted that cry, everyone seemed to be fleeing, crazy.
Running towards home, they escaped at the same time with a tacit understanding.
The man's face was startled, and he suddenly felt a sense of despair. Seeing the village in the distance hurriedly trying to pick up the weak villagers, his heart went cold.
These are fellow villagers who have lived with them for many years. They are usually like a family, as close as brothers. Previously, they were prepared to face difficulties together and save the village. But when the real danger came, the man
Seeing it is indeed a display of true humanity.
He can't blame anything, because everyone's choice is different, and no one can completely dominate another person's choice. Although many people like to do so, they really don't have this right!
No one can ask others to be brave, and no one can ask others to fight for others.
The old village chief treated them like fools
, to the point where he would fight to the death against zombies for this group of people.
The man was silent, turning his head silently without saying a word. At this time, he looked at the old man who was gradually being burned and deformed in the flames, with a blank look in his eyes.
What are they for?
For this group of people?
For these poor people who, when danger comes, only care about themselves and the weak and fragile people at home who run away like rats crossing the street?
This man is not a scholar, has not learned any philosophy of life, and does not even know a word of Douda. But he understands one thing, that is, he must remember the kindness of others and repay it, even if he is not capable enough.
Do your best.
He didn't understand what it meant to repay a drop of water with a spring of kindness, but he understood that the old village chief had done a lot for them over the years. At this time, he could not retreat, even if he died.
"Zhuzi! What the hell are you doing? Go find some oil!"
A man next to him shouted to wake up the man named Zhuzi. He looked up and saw that most of the flames on the zombie's body had been extinguished. The black ropes were about to break under the zombie's struggle.
Several people have been divided into two pairs, pulling on the ropes and trying to control the zombies' movements.
At this time, he was standing alone opposite the zombies, looking stupidly at the zombies that were about to release their restraints. The two terrifying zombies were grinning and roaring at him!
"okay!"
When Zhuzi reacted, his heart felt hot. Not everyone had abandoned them. Others had obviously noticed the situation behind them, but they did not leave from here. They still persisted. These are brothers of life and death.
The firelight illuminated a crystal drop of water in the corner of the pillar's eye. The tall and round man dropped the hoe in his hand and rushed into a nearby house. Behind him were the roars of those people and the hissing from the zombies' mouths.
A hoarse scream.
Faster! Faster! Faster!
Zhu Zhu stumbled into this house. He wanted to be faster. He wanted to be faster. He thought that his brothers might still have a way to survive. Only by killing the zombies could they survive. The old village chief
Already dead, these people must not die!
Zhu Zhu rushed into this family. He didn't care that the family was still busy packing things, rushed directly to the kitchen, picked up the oil can, and rushed out of the kitchen.
"Zhuzi! What are you doing, kid!"
A somewhat thin figure suddenly stood in front of Zhuzi, blocking the kitchen door. He pointed at the oil can in Zhuzi's arms with a look of ridicule and contempt. The expression seemed to say, you thief, you actually
Take advantage of this time to come to my house and steal something!