As for the third-level potion... the number of that thing is rare, so it must be given priority to ensure that high-level figures and front-line officers use it first. The strong odor makes the olfactory nerves numb. Li Daoyuan put away his handkerchief and grabbed a blood corpse head with only two-thirds of the remaining one from his feet, frowned in front of him, looked for a few seconds, and then threw it away. He walked straight to Su Hao's convoy parked not far away. The modified trucks were beyond recognition - steel plates were installed around the body, and the front gear and window glass surface were covered with double steel wire mesh. Although it was somewhat hindered from the driver's vision, it prevented the possibility of zombies smashing the glass and drilling into the cab. Especially at the front of the car, a ring steel blade extending more than 40 cm toward the front bulge was welded.

This thing is very strong and has a very sharp edge. When the truck accelerates and crashes forward, it looks like a powerful giant knife, cutting the zombie in front through its waist.

There were a total of 150 first-level reinforcement men and a second-level reinforcement men commander.

There are modified trucks, heavy weapons with fierce firepower, and the kind of flexible and changeable tactics suitable for urban terrain. Li Daoyuan has no doubt that even if the number of participants is only half of the current ones, they can also kill the entire corpse group.

"I have to report my merits to the Army Command for you."

Li Daoyuan walked up to Su Hao and said seriously and excitedly: "You did a good job. This surprising record is believed to cause a sensation in the upper level of the military. In contrast, our common tactics are too rigid and we don't know how to adapt. Perhaps, this is the biggest difference between survivors and the army - you are fighting for life, but we cannot feel the threat of death close to you. Different, really, this is not the same!" As he said that, he patted Su Hao's shoulder with great emotion.

"I will write a detailed battle report as soon as possible and hand it over. Your epaulette should be able to add a star soon. Congratulations to you in advance, Lieutenant." Su Hao wiped the blood on his body with a towel, smiled, and said, "You have to add one to the report: I need to replenish weapons and ammunition. Especially the chalk ammunition, which consumes very fast." Li Daoyuan nodded and promised: "No problem. I can give you a batch in advance. There is a lot of 5.8mm caliber ammunition stock, so you will be given priority."

"In addition, I have another request."

Looking at Li Daoyuan's slightly puzzled eyes, a trace of cunning flashed deep in Su Hao's pupils.

"According to my speculation, silver bones should have a wider use space. I need a large amount of materials for further detailed analysis. I will send someone to collect silver bones here for research. You know, the experiment will consume a lot of materials. I hope to produce results as soon as possible. This is good for everyone." Li Daoyuan pondered for a moment, nodded, and agreed. Lin Feihu sat on a thick leather chair, looking at the wide-mouth glass with white wine in front of him. On the table slightly further away, he also looked at the table.

There was a bottle of "Flying Moutai" with one-third left and five or six empty wine bottles of different brands. The room was in a mess. There were torn pieces of paper everywhere, and the glass frames originally hung on the wall fell to the ground, and many things were smashed. Judging from the remaining fragments, there were ashtrays made of marble, exquisite blue porcelain, and precious handicrafts... They were no longer complete, scattered into pieces and lying on the ground groaning. Occasionally, the wind blew in from the open window, sweeping up a piece of scattered paper confetti flying all over the sky.

The room was terrible, as if it had just been looted by a robber.

Lin Feihu leaned his neck and poured a big mouthful of wine. The hot liquid stimulated the blood to boil.

He was older than before - he had many dark spots on his face, his wrinkles became denser, his eyes were turbid, and his floating skin fell loosely from both sides of his cheeks. He was dead and had no vitality anymore.

Like the three teams sent out earlier, Lin Yu has not sent any messages back so far.

His son, nephew, subordinates, and thousands of people who accompanied him to Kunming seemed to have completely evaporated from this world, with no news at all. They disappeared like this. Lin Feihu felt unprecedented panic. He didn't know what happened? He thought about continuing to send people to investigate the news, and also thought about concentrating all the forces of the entire "Shengfei" group to go to that damn city to see what happened. However, Lin Feihu could no longer realize his idea. Lin Yu and Lin Zhou took away three helicopters and almost all the heavy vehicles of the "Shengfei" group. The northern base, which is the manor where Lin Feihu is currently located, has tens of thousands of slaves and hundreds of core members of the group. The remaining in the warehouse

The weapons are only enough to equip about one thousand people. There are no vehicles and not enough people to control them. Even if you take all the slaves south, you cannot go too far. In other cities, the "Shengfei" group still has some personnel and forces. It takes a lot of time to gather them together. Lin Feihu was tired and tired, and finally gave up. His lost pupils stared at the photo. It was a photo of him and his two sons. The three people in the photo were laughing. The background is the Guangchao Square of Tiananmen Square in Beijing. Lin Feihu stood in the middle, and Lin Zhou lay mischievously on his father's back, gestured with scissors hands. Lin Yu was very majestic as a brother. He hugged his father with one hand and grabbed his younger brother with the other to prevent him from doing too much. The whole photo was filled with strong family affection.

The time in the lower right corner of the photo is "August 15, 2012...".

Suddenly, Lin Feihu smashed the photo with his trembling hands and stuffed it into his mouth like crazy. He chewed hard, his teeth squeaked and squeaked loudly by the photo paper, but his eyes were filled with tears, and his throat was filled with sobs of sorrow.

"Son...Woooo...Son--"

No news means missing.

The world is full of zombies. The meaning of the word "missing" is self-evident. Lin Feihu doesn't know if someone is targeting him? He has been regretting that he shouldn't have set up a camp in that city, and shouldn't have fought for the so-called dream. Without money, you can earn. Without status, you can fight for it. But without sons and relatives... there is nothing. Wine, and wine. Lin Feihu grabbed the "Moutai" on the table and stared at it for several minutes. He just pulled it out.

He wanted to drink all the bottles, but slowly put the bottle down, and infinitely heavy pain and ferocity flashed in his eyes. He savagely wiped everything on the table, and stood up from the chair amid the cracking sound of glass of "Dingling Bell-Board" shattering. Lin Feihu walked closer to the closet, opened the cabinet door, took out a "95" assault rifle, grabbed a few full magazines and stuffed them into his pockets. After doing all this, he opened the door, stuck the ground with a gun, held the wall with one hand, and walked slowly down the stairs.

As the chairman of the group, Lin Feihu's mansion is surrounded by power grids and protective walls, and more than a dozen personal bodyguards. He is wearing pajamas, cotton slippers, and a gun in his arms. His face is flushed because of the alcohol, and his eyes are scattered.

This dress attracted many people. But the identity and location were there, and no one dared to speak out. He just followed Lin Feihu with a surprising and strange look. He watched him go downstairs, open the control keys of the power grid and guardrails, stagger out of the passage, and came to the slave settlement area with iron cages. This place consists of several huge simple warehouses. There are two floors of cages more than three meters high. The pattern is very similar to a chicken farm. The cages are full of people, old and young, men and women, all refugees gathered from various cities. They are concentrated here, classified according to gender and youth. Some are selected to the military, some become members of the group, and some are sent to nearby farms.

Especially women and children, they are often given as rewards to the group’s meritorious personnel.

As for their original relatives and spouses... they will kill them, and no one will care about these things. The world is already chaotic enough. If the weak want to survive, they must rely on the strong. The cage is not a room. There is no soft bed, no dining table, and it is even less likely to have a bathroom and a bathroom. Personal problems can only be solved in front of others. Whether men and women, standing urinating or squatting while urinating, it is no longer as embarrassing as when they were caught. The corners of the cage are filled with feces and the air is dirty. When Lin Feihu walked in, many people showed fear, hope, hatred, and hideousness in their eyes. Lin Feihu held the gun, his eyes were indifferent and his expression was numb. He walked into the passage in the middle of the iron cage like a chicken and duck breeder, and was in a daze into the passage in the middle of the iron cage, patrolling his own private territory.

Through the cage, Lin Feihu saw an eight- or nine-year-old boy. So he bent down and squatted down, looking at the other person seriously.

"My son used to be about the same age as you. He was very beautiful and well-behaved. I took them to the streets and went to the zoo. I rode one on my shoulders and held one in my hand. Buy ice cream and toys for them. I, I am the happiest person in the world." With a strange laugh and a hoarse voice, Lin Feihu picked up his rifle and aimed at the boy to pull the trigger. "Bang--" the boy fell down. The harsh gunshot broke the calm in the warehouse. The atmosphere suddenly became a chaotic chaos. People began to scream and cried. Many people desperately retreated into the corner of the cage. They squeezed each other, pushed each other, tried their best, and tried their best to try to get away from the terrible old man outside. Several bodyguards rushed in outside immediately. They held guns in their hands and were about to shoot at Lin Feihu. Suddenly, they found that the perpetrator was his boss, and his expression and eyes were frozen instantly. Then, there was no more movement.

Lin Feihu glanced coldly at the door and continued to walk forward with a gun in his arms.

He saw a woman squatting on the ground and trembling. She was very young and beautiful. If she hadn't had feces on her body and too much dirt on her face, she would have taken a good bath and put on makeup, and walking on the street, she would have had a high turnover rate.

"At that time, she was a bit like you. I kept chasing her when I was in school. At that time, she was a swan, and I was a toad on the ground. She was very arrogant and didn't even look at me. I told myself that I must make a name for myself, earn a lot of money, and smash her to death with bundles of money. Gradually, I forgot about this and met my wife. The woman was very fat and treated me well. At that time, I was a poor man. She never disliked me and even gave birth to a son for me.

. Later I got rich, and I met the woman at the class reunion. She kept apologizing to me, saying that she was ignorant when she was a child, and asked me if I wanted her? She didn't mind that I had a wife. Hahaha! She didn't mind that I had a wife, and she could say such words... Hahahaha!" Lin Feihu was so angry that he smiled so hard that he pressed his stomach with a butt and pulled the trigger again. Looking at the panicked and chaotic slave in front of him, Lin Feihu felt very satisfied and felt unprecedented stimulation

The pleasure brought by blood and killing made him forget his grief. A drug-like impulse effect was produced in the depths of his brain. Lin Feihu picked up his gun, aimed at the people in the cage, and shot like crazy. Screams that almost pierced the eardrums came from the warehouse. Crying, screams, wailings... The most terrifying sounds in the human world mixed with each other. They wanted to run away, but they couldn't do anything. They could only watch Lin Feihu, who was flushed and excited, change the magazine.

, with cruelty that cannot be described in words, raised his gun again and again, shooting fiercely and violently. This place has become hell. Unrecognizable corpses fill the remaining space in the cage. The dying is wailing, and the legs of the dead are twitching. The living are fighting for dead bodies, trying to block the chalk bullets with their companions' bodies. Black blood is splattering everywhere on the walls around. More blood gushing out of the limb fragments, flowing slowly along the ground, turning into a pool of blood with an astonishing depth.

"Cry! Cry your mom--"

"What qualifications do you have to call here? Isn't it just death? I'm afraid of my dick! Anyway, I'll die sooner or later, and what's the difference between being killed or dying of old age?"

"I have nothing left. I don't have a son or a relative. Why do you still have to live?" Lin Feihu roared loudly, threw down his already hot gun, and sat heavily on the blood-soaked ground. He gasped desperately, the abnormal red on his face quickly faded away, and a weak and pale pale appeared. Tears were hanging on the corners of his eyes. The living person in the cage next to him stared at him with a beast-like gaze. Lin Feihu held the ground with both hands. The slightly cold blood was very sticky, soaked in his palms, cooling his crazy and hot brain.

"I want to take revenge! I want to take revenge! No matter who it is, it must pay the price. Whether it is a human or a zombie, you, you kill my son, I, I, I will kill you, kill all you-"

According to convention, every Monday, all members of the 71st Army Command must attend the meeting. Xu Renjie sat in the chief seat of the conference room. He smoked a cigarette and looked at a document in front of him unhappily. This is the latest combat report just submitted by Li Daoyuan, the head of the KD03 base. It records in detail the battle process of Su Hao and Wu Guoguanghei's large-scale corpse group. Similar reports are received by the Army Command every day. However, all staff members unanimously determined that this report has extremely important reference value and even asked to be submitted to the Military Department as a model. Xu Renjie's general uniform is open.

He showed his thick belly tightly wrapped in his shirt. He looked very tired, as if he hadn't slept last night. In order to make his sore eyes feel a little more comfortable, Xu Renjie pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes with his fingers, exhaled a long breath of strong smoke, and said in a cowardly manner: "Tell me what you all think! What are your opinions?" There were more than ten officers sitting on both sides of the conference table. Most of them were colonels and lieutenant colonels. Chen Yanlin sat down at Xu Renjie with a calm expression and drank tea slowly. Everyone had read this report. The General Staff had evaluated the authenticity of the report and verified it correctly.

There is no doubt that as participants, Su Hao and Wu Guoguang have definitely made contributions and deserve rewards. The more than 2,800 zombies mentioned in the report, the new combat mode, the surprisingly low proportion of casualties... All of these attracted the attention of readers like magnets. People suddenly discovered that zombies are not difficult to deal with. As long as you find the right method and cooperate with tacit understanding, you can completely win this biological war.

The question is, what kind of reward should Su Hao be given?

Opinions are divided into two factions.

A heavy reward?

Or is it a formal verbal encouragement?

No one responded to his question, which made the commander of the group army Xu Renjie very dissatisfied. He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, knocked the table with his knuckles, and said in a urging tone: "Talk everything! Tell me freely, we want to talk about the lord!" Xu Renjie didn't want to give Su Hao any reward. It was not that he had any prejudice against Su Hao, but that Xiao Lin had an unusual hatred for this young man. Thinking of Xiao Lin, Xu Renjie subconsciously emerged a graceful naked body in his mind. His eyes were sexy and charming, his skin was white and smooth, his lips were thick and soft. The feeling of being on the bed with this woman was wonderful. She never refused any way to make love, and always brought herself fresh and exciting. The complex tricks and body

Friction is not something that the yellow-faced woman at home can compare. In comparison, haha! Well! One is a tender boiled egg that looks like a newly peeled shell. The other is a rough handmade, rotten and deteriorated stinky egg. A few months ago, when Chen Yanlin investigated the failure of the promotion order, the head of the group military personnel department took Xiao Lin to find Xu Renjie. The other party's intention was very clear: I hope Xu Renjie intervened and forced the matter to be dealt with. Everyone was happy. Except for Lu Zhengxiong, only a few people involved were demoted. Xiao Lin naturally slept on Xu Renjie's bed. Last week, she was promoted to colonel. Many people in the conference room were Xu Renjie's confidants. They understood Xu Renjie's voiceover and knew what to do at this time.
Chapter completed!