Lin Kexin had seen the person on the Internet say that his space was about 40 square meters, while Lin's mother's space was about the size of a 30-square-meter house.

This means that the size of space varies from person to person, and not everyone has the same space. Lin Kexin reported a larger space for hers, saying it was about 50 square meters. In this way, they could not only take away all the things in the house, but also their jeep.

"You two, never tell anyone that you are space-time mutants. Don't let anyone know except Rui Hai. Do you understand?" Father Lin said seriously.

Lin Kexin and her mother were not fools. They understood that Lin's father was afraid that they would be the first to be exposed, so he asked them to keep it secret until the situation became clear. The two nodded seriously to show that they understood.

Because the place where they lived was the first location for the troops to arrive, the three of them packed up quickly.

The three people followed the army's instructions and put on clothes that were convenient for movement and could prevent injuries. Father Lin also asked Mother Lin, who had the lowest combat power, to wear a helmet.

Then he gave each of the mother and daughter a one-meter-long wooden stick and taught them how to block the zombies if they pounced on them.

The method taught by Lin's father is very suitable for people with less strength. It can stop the attack in a critical moment, but someone must come to the rescue afterwards.

Lin Kexin could knock an adult away with just one stick, but Lin's father had never seen her display any force and treated her as a delicate and gentle girl like Lin's mother.

In fact, Lin's mother understood all this, but she was still weak after her serious illness, so she got the hang of it after Lin's father just explained it to her.

The three men were fully armed and waiting for the army to arrive.

Because the army had delivered rice to every household before, the survivors' trust in the government and the army never collapsed.

After hearing the sound of military vehicles coming, everyone got ready. After the soldiers cleared out the zombies downstairs and shouted for everyone to come out, all the survivors came out quickly and got on the vehicles as arranged. None of the extreme things described in the novel appeared.

The reality did not appear. Lin Kexin had imagined that she would have to fight through layers of battles to protect Lin's father and mother and rush to the convoy with difficulty.

Because the person who led the team to pick them up was Song Changlong, he personally came to the door of the Lin family to pick them up. Song Changlong practiced physical skills and was already a third-level early warrior. It was too easy for him to deal with those zombies that moved slowly, had weak attack power, and the only saving grace was that they were difficult to kill.

So Lin Kexin and Lin's father and mother just "admired" a few corpses at the gate of the compound, and then were taken to a jeep. They didn't even see any living zombies, let alone the need to use the small sticks in their hands.

"Third brother, these are Instructor Lin's parents and sister. You must protect them before I get in the car." Song Changlong said to the driver in the car.

"Okay, boss. We will complete the task." The driver called Lao San answered enthusiastically.

After closing the car door, Song Changlong strode forward with a big knife in his hand, and faced the zombies that were surrounding him.

"Hello, uncle and aunt, my name is Zhang San, and I have received special training from Instructor Lin." The driver turned around and said to the three members of the Lin family.

Zhang San's words "special training", coupled with the expression on his face, made the three Lin family members laugh. This was a teacher who had been "abused" by Lin Ruihai, and there were quite a few teachers who had this experience.

Speaking of her son, Lin's mother started chatting with Zhang San with great interest.

Lin Kexin clearly saw through the front car window that Song Changlong chopped down a zombie with one knife. He was so agile and his movements were so quick and decisive that not even blood splashed on him.

Soon Song Changlong came back and sat in the passenger seat. Without him saying anything, Zhang San started the car.

Everyone was sitting in the car together, and Lin Kexin smelled a strong smell of blood on Song Changlong. Although there didn't seem to be any blood on his body, he must have killed a lot of zombies.

After the car drove out of the street of the compound, Lin Kexin saw a long convoy of vehicles. They were all tall trucks filled with survivors.

If the survivors want to drive a private car, they can do so, but they will have to follow behind the convoy.

Sitting in the car, Lin Kexin could clearly see the appearance of the zombies. After so many days of mutations, the appearance of these zombies became more like zombies than zombies themselves, making it impossible to look directly at them.

These zombies move slowly, at a speed no faster than that of an adult walking briskly. When encountering zombies, as long as people can run faster, the zombies will not be able to catch them.

However, Lin Kexin saw the zombies that surrounded the street. The most terrifying thing about zombies is that there are too many of them. Once surrounded, it is easy to escape. Moreover, these zombies are not afraid of death or pain, and they only rush to the food, so they seem difficult to deal with.

In addition, in the minds of the people, zombies are the same kind as them, and many people cannot bring themselves to kill them, which leads to the tragedy.

The soldiers may have faced this situation many times, so they cut off the zombies' necks with one knife without any hesitation.

Lin Kexin looked around and saw that there were several thousand soldiers in the rescue team, but because there were too many survivors, they were unable to focus on all.

Except for the driver, all the soldiers in each military vehicle got out and chopped the zombies to clear the way.

Song Changlong arranged for them to sit in the front row of the convoy, so Lin Kexin could see that although Song Changlong and his men were chopping the zombies very skillfully, there were more and more zombies surrounding them.

"Do you have a knife?" Lin Kexin turned around and asked Liu San.

Liu San was a little confused and answered stupidly, "Yes."

"Give it to me." Lin Kexin stretched out her hand.

Liu San handed a big knife to Lin Kexin without knowing why. There was no blood on his knife, and it was obvious that he had not used it today.

"Xiao Ke." Lin's father and mother understood what she was going to do and looked at her with some concern.

"Don't worry, if I'm not sure, I will retreat. I can practice my skills while I'm protected." Lin Kexin comforted.

"No, instructor sister, you don't want to go down and kill the zombies, do you?" Liu San panicked.

The eldest brother asked him to protect his sister, but he couldn't just abandon the car because Instructor Lin's parents were sitting inside.

"Don't worry, I'm quite skilled, and you know I'm the instructor's sister." Lin Kexin said as she opened the car door and got out.

Liu San saw that although Instructor Lin's parents were worried, they did not stop him. He could only say, "You have to be careful. If you can't fight, come back quickly."

"No problem." Lin Kexin said.

After getting off the car, she saw a zombie who had escaped the soldiers' attack not far away and sneaked into the convoy. When he saw her, he wanted to pick on her.

Lin Kexin imitated Song Changlong's attack method, took a step forward and directly wiped the zombie's neck, and cleverly avoided the black and red blood spurting out of the zombie.

Song Changlong, who had discovered that Lin Kexin had come out and was attacked by zombies, was about to turn back to save the situation. After seeing this scene, he was stunned and remembered that she had also practiced physical skills. Although her skills were much worse than his and Lin Ruihai's, in fact, her skills were better than some ordinary soldiers.