MTL - Undead-Chapter 31 .Chapter 31

"Can you insist?" Chun Cao no longer asked.

After several hours of intensive delivery, Dr. Zheng had almost collapsed, holding a crying baby in his arms, and a pregnant woman with a hairy hair on his back, but the heavy weight seemed to give him endless courage. , Surely said: "Yes!"

Sinan whispered softly: "Be careful, go upstairs."

Chun Cao started, the doctor was in the middle, and behind the Sinan Hall, taking advantage of the short gap between the zombies from the first floor to the third floor, he tried his best to move to the high floor.

However, even with all their efforts, this survival team still has no speed at all. The zombies dragged downstairs are getting closer and closer. Finally, a mourn sounded at the corner at the end of the corridor, and the zombies caught up!

Sinan: "Fire!"

Spring grass turned back sharply, aimed, and the two pulled the trigger at the same time.

Dr. Zheng was a civilian in peacetime. He was screamed by the sudden explosion of guns and bullets. He felt that someone was pulling himself hard, but in this dark night environment where the bullets were flying, he couldn't even tell whether it was a person or a zombie. , Can only subconsciously guard the child tightly.

"Run! Run!" A few seconds later he finally heard someone roaring in his ear, and it was spring grass: "Stairs! Go upstairs!"

Doctor Zheng ran forward with his mother on his back. Chun Cao and Si Nan pressed the zombies with high fire, and dragged him to the stairs. However, when he was about to go upstairs, spring grass suddenly screamed: "There are zombies too! Be careful!"

Sinan stood in the corridor while pouring bullets into the zombies on this floor, and glanced to the lower stairs on the left.

I saw another group of zombies screaming and walking upstairs under the continuous fire light from the muzzle!

The situation turned into a left-and-right pinch, which was a bit of a backstory. Sinan turned her muzzle and shot downstairs, forming a back-to-back defensive posture with Chun Cao, and at the same time ordered Dr. Zheng: "Go up! Run upstairs!"

However, after all, Dr. Zheng was holding one on his back, and there was a gunshot in front of him. The bullet case flew across the night. He was not too young. He almost tripped before running two steps, and almost rolled and fell downstairs.

Wang Wen tried to open his eyes.

Obviously it was very dark, but she could still see her daughter's face with the gunfire behind her and a ray of moonlight leaking from nowhere.

The baby was so small and so tender, her face flushed, and she kept crying.

She laughed and tried to reach out her hand.

This is my baby's face.

This is my baby's little hand.

These are my baby's legs.

That's great, she thought. My baby must be very strong, unlike her useless mother, who is dying, and it will also drag so many good people in the world who have the ability.

Dr. Zheng grabbed the handrail and barely climbed to the last level. Before he could stand still, he suddenly felt a cold hand and patted his back.

It was actually a bit scary, but at the critical moment he didn't even respond, so he heard Wang Wen's hoarse and weak voice clinging to his ear and said two words:

"Run."

Immediately after his weight was light on his back, Wang Wen even struggled.

"Don't—" Dr. Zheng realized what, and suddenly he roared, and saw the black shadow leaning forward and planting it straight out of the half-height staircase handrail!

Chun Cao fiercely turned back: "Don't !!!"

With a bang, Wang Wen crashed into the zombies!

Fresh flesh stopped the zombies swarming upstairs, and Chun Cao and Dr. Zheng were stunned.

"... Run, run," Sinan's quaking growl rang: "Don't look, run-!"

Just half a second of solidification, followed by three people crawling up and down, taking advantage of the zombies to scatter blood and flesh, and rushed upstairs in a spirited manner!

There are ten floors in the dormitory. Dr. Zheng was holding the baby in his arms. Sinan and Chuncao ran around him almost to the left and rushed to the top.

The speed of the zombies was not as fast as the living ones. At the top, they could barely hear the rustling footsteps. Only the empty howling sounded from all directions, echoing in the staircase for a long time.

The top floor may be a dormitory room led by a former fertilizer plant, with iron gates blocking the corridor. Sinan opened the lock with a single shot, allowing Dr. Zheng and Chun Cao to go up first, and then quickly moved to the stairwell to block the iron door.

"Sinan, come on! Here!"

Chuncao opened a dormitory in the middle of the corridor, which contained a very large suite, and even a sofa and a potted plant. As soon as Dr. Zheng entered, he collapsed, holding the baby slumped to the ground, and was unable to stand up.

Sinan locked the door of the room, and the two pushed the sofa and furniture with Chuncao, which blocked the door.

"Wow ... wow ..."

After quieting down, the baby's crying became very obvious. Before Dr. Zheng had time to coax, Chun Cao sat on the ground with his hips, and the tears that couldn't stop falling down: "Why did she jump?"

Si Nan was paralyzed sitting in the corner, panting continuously and covering his eyes.

"Why is she trying to die? She just gave birth to a child, how can she bear it?"

The baby seemed to be infected with the sorrow and despair of the adult, kept waving his hands and feet, and cried out loud. Chuncao held the child close to her arms and was sad: "We are willing to protect her, why do you want to die? Maybe you can live, but it's not enough time for you!"

Dr. Zheng covered his face, his shoulders kept shaking, and half a moment later he raised his tears and sighed:

"If the zombies come up in the future, I ... let me go away from them, you quickly run with the children. You are soldiers, more useful than ordinary people like me, and have greater hope for survival ..."

"What are you talking about!" Chun Cao retorted fiercely: "You are a doctor, you need more people, you know?"

Dr. Zheng said suddenly: "I'm a useless doctor. If I help her to give birth faster, if I run her back faster, things won't happen. In the final analysis, it's because I'm useless, I ..."

"Isn't it the **** thing for you to say that," Sinan suddenly said coldly in the corner. "I'm nothing, just a volunteer."

Dr. Zheng and Chun Cao drank at the same time: "Hurry up!"

"So don't say this kind of thing in the end, maybe Zhou Rong will come to pick us up later." Si Nan sighed and reminded: "Coax the child."

——Will your captain Zhou really come back in this situation?

Dr. Zheng's lips moved, but he didn't raise the question, and was immediately attracted by the crying baby.

Thirty-two weeks of premature babies can cry so powerfully is actually a good thing, but the zombies retain the basic biological instincts, will chase sounds and blood, crying like this, sooner or later.

How long can a large group of zombies knock down the iron doors on the ground floor, and how long can the debris in the staircase and the locked room door block them? Once the sound of zombies came after them, the three of them together with a child, staying together without a doubt!

Dr. Zheng was anxious. He took the baby from Chun Cao, hugged her back and forth, and kept quietly persuading: "Good, good, don't cry, go to bed, go to bed ..."

However, the child gave birth to a sip of milk, and the more he cooed, the more hissed and exhausted, almost dying. Such a small baby could not help making her cry, and covering her mouth would inevitably choke her. Dr. Zheng's whole body trembled, and there was a dilemma.

"It's coming up," Sinan put his ear on the floor, and raised his head to whisper.

"Wow ... wow wow ..."

The baby's wailing cry became a lifeline for everyone, and Dr. Zheng and Chun Cao looked at each other, and the situation became more and more urgent as the minute passed.

"Here," Sinan said.

Dr. Zheng subconsciously: "What are you doing ?!"

Sinan pulled off the sheets and torn them into strips. He tied the baby to his chest three times, five times and two, tied a knot, and opened the window to look down.

The open space in front of the dormitory was densely packed with zombies, and it was impossible to see how many. In the distance, the entire factory area has become a sea of ​​zombies. In this battle, there are tens of thousands, and it is still surging to the south.

Sinan turned his head and looked up. There was a drainage pipe on the top of the window and then a raised rooftop.

"Too ... too dangerous ..." Dr. Zheng trembled.

Sinan tightened the shoulder strap of the firearm to fix the submachine gun on his shoulder, spit into the palm, and rubbed his hands.

"Stay in the room, don't say anything, Chun Cao takes care of the doctor." He simply ordered: "Everyone waits for Zhou Rong to come back to save us."

Then under the nervous gaze of Chun Cao and the doctor, half of his body leaned out of the window, grabbed the drain pipe with his hands, tried the gravity test, and suddenly pulled up a pull.

Dr. Zheng: "Ah!" Then immediately covered her mouth tightly.

Spring grass protruded out of the window, ready to reach out at any time. However, Sinan twisted his waist in the air, bent sideways, hooked the roof railing with excellent flexibility, and then supported his body with one foot. The action was as beautiful as a gymnast, holding the drain pipe on the window to rise!

boom!

His hand also grabbed the roof railings, and rolled over!

For a moment he and the baby were completely volleyed, and the only fulcrum of the two was the ankle with a gap in the railing. Chun Cao's heartbeat was about to stop, until Sinan's voice came from his head: "Done!" Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be afraid!" Si Nan stood on the rooftop and yelled, "The door is closed, don't make a noise!"

The baby was crying out of breath in his arms, and Sinan didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to rub her little belly politely with two fingers, striding toward the top floor and the only access to the rooftop—the skylight.

The skylight is covered with wooden boards. After the wooden boards are lifted, there is a wooden ladder. The facilities of the workers' dormitory are old. The cleaners who usually clean the roof use this wooden ladder to get on and off.

A steady stream of zombies swarmed into this building, already close to the floor they were on. The baby's loud cry was like a signal to start a meal, and more and more zombies scrambled upstairs, waddling towards the wooden ladder with rancidity and blood.

Sinan raised his assault rifle, and suddenly remembered something immediately before pulling the trigger. He tore off the corner of his clothes and rubbed it into two small groups, carefully inserted into the baby's ear, and then interrupted the ladder with a single shot.

"Roar--"

"Roar roar--!"

The zombies were smashed straight by two wooden ladders, giving out an unwilling roar, waving their hands desperately upwards.

Si Nan slammed the wooden board amidst the stare of many living dead, relieved.

Fortunately, the old-fashioned building was really backward. He just noticed that there was no safety ladder between the corridor and the roof. Otherwise, unless the baby was strangled to death, everyone would have finished playing today.

At this time it was 4:30 in the morning, the darkest time before dawn, the moon was falling to the west, the stars were dim, and the earth was like an abyss with a **** mouth.

Si Nan shuddered and looked at the multifunctional military watch, six degrees below zero.

The baby did not have a thick nagging. At this time, he was frozen to a blush and his cry was much weaker. He hugged the child, took a slightly sheltered corner, and sat down, trying to nest his body as tightly as possible, putting the baby's small body between his chest and abdomen, arms around, trying his best to use his body temperature to maintain the fragile life in his arms.

At thirty-two weeks, her stomach, heart, and lung functions were not fully developed, and she experienced so many ups and downs at birth that it really made people wonder if she could survive.

"You have to live," Sinan murmured, "your mother is watching us in the sky."

He squinted at the top of the child's head with soft hairs, wondering if the girl was hungry, but he didn't dare to speak loudly to Dr. Zheng downstairs, afraid they would attract the zombies as soon as they spoke. After thinking for a long time, he had no good way. The clever woman couldn't cook without rice, so she had to lick her ring finger clean, right as a simple disinfection, and then **** the baby as a pacifier.

The newborn child has a very strong survival instinct and really sucked twice, but nothing was sucked out. I felt deeply deceived. "Wow!"

"Ah, I'll go," Sinan thought. "This little girl is kind of picky."

His heart fluttered, he broke his index finger, squeezed the blood, and rushed to feed the baby.

There was a warm liquid this time, and the baby's little mouth sucked twice and started again: "Wow—" But the sound of crying seemed to be a little less, at least not as heartbreaking as before.

Sinan had no other choice but to continue to squeeze blood while praying for the girl's gastrointestinal function. Soon the ring finger couldn't squeeze out, replaced it with the pinky finger and the ring finger of the other hand; the baby sucked and held his fingertips, just like sucking his mother's milk, gradually quieted down, and became somewhat docile meaning.

The blood is good and nutritious. It should be hungry for a while, but it must not be fed. Sinan was afraid that the child would not have any problems drinking the blood, and the gastroenteritis caused by the bacteria on his hands would be troublesome. Every time before feeding her, he carefully licked his fingers, and he licked the gunpowder smell.

At half past five in the morning.

The night was lighter and the sky was a bit dim. Looking down from the top of the building, the crowded corpse mountains and corpses last night were slightly clear, and the swollen factory area showed a hazy outline.

Sinan was a little conscious, he took a nap, and put the baby in his arms again.

Will Zhou Rong return?

In fact, he is not very bottom-lined.

Zhou Rong's motive for returning is actually untenable, but there are many reasons for not returning. He must send anti-virus data and serum to the South China Sea. He will lead the team members to protect the safety of the survivors of the two vehicles. He is the captain of the special forces squadron. He can save more people after he lives. People with a little brain should never return at this moment.

But he is Zhou Rong.

He is the Zhou Rong who laughs, scolds, and domineering, carrying hope in this dark world, and let everyone in the team obey his life to obey.

Si Nan exhaled a long breath and looked up into the distance, staring aimlessly through the sea of ​​zombies.

This was the first time he repeated this action in the past hour, but this time, his eyes suddenly stopped.

At the end of the distant highway, the bright lights suddenly flashed, as the engine roared from far to near. The zombies were hanged into the chassis before they could escape, and the carrion and broken bones paved the way for growth.

The front of the car pointed at the completely enclosed island of the fertilizer plant in the vast mourning sea. Then the window of the car lowered and a black hole of the shoulder-mounted mortar was found—

boom!

When the shells arrived, the corpse burst, and countless living dead were torn and emptied!

The fire was like a beautifully blooming firework under the night, advancing forward against the tide of dead bodies. The gunfire filled the gunfire, and the lights were like a sharp blade from the end of the night, splitting the sea of ​​death and flesh, and scoring thorns and thorns between heaven and earth. 2k novel reading network