The two appeared outside the space, and Lin Qingqing pointed to the rooftop of the building opposite and showed it to Qiao Ruoran, "Your brother is up there, let's go up."
Qiao Ruoran looked up and saw her brother standing alone on the empty rooftop, motionless, like a lonely sculpture.
Seeing that the snowflakes were about to engulf his whole body, Qiao Ruoran's nose felt sore and she felt suffocated. She covered her chest and murmured, "Brother~"
"Let's go." Lin Qingqing swung her knife with her right hand and knocked down a zombie covered with icicles, and pulled Qiao Ruoran who was in a daze with her left hand.
Qiao Ruoran was pulled by Lin Qingqing, and staggered as she followed Lin Qingqing towards the fire escape of the building.
Lin Qingqing also wanted to go to the rooftop. Last time she saw some unusual zombies there, she wanted to investigate it on the spot.
There were a few fresh zombie corpses scattered along the road. Perhaps because Qiao Mingyang rushed in too quickly, a group of small zombies were lingering at the entrance of the passage.
"Aoao!" As soon as the zombies saw them, they excitedly pushed their companions away, trying to grab the first mouthful of hot soup.
"Qingqing, I'll lead the way." Seeing this, Qiao Ruoran wiped the tears from her face with strength. In her heart, she still regarded Lin Qingqing as the rookie she was back then. She took out her crossbow and shot at the oncoming zombies.
The fastest little zombie didn't even have time to use his magical skills before being shot in the head by Qiao Ruoran's arrow.
But after she shot the arrow, her weak body began to shake. Qiao Ruoran pursed her pale lips, her eyes flashing with determination, and she continued to rush forward despite her swaying body. She had hurt Qingqing before, and now she had to protect Qingqing!
At this moment, Lin Qingqing pulled her arm and a white plastic bag appeared in her hand. It was still warm when she touched it. She looked down and saw two buns and a box of milk.
Qiao Ruoran was slightly surprised and raised her big, bright black eyes as if asking a question.
Lin Qingqing took out a long knife and said, "You haven't eaten for a few days... Follow me!"
As she spoke, Lin Qingqing flipped her wrist, and the tip of the knife easily pierced the back of the head of a zombie that pounced on her.
While Qiao Ruoran was stunned, Lin Qingqing's speed was very fast and extremely simple and rough. She only wanted to poke the back of the head with a knife, and she didn't even want to use the strength to chop the neck.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen zombies at the door lay down.
Lin Qingqing turned around and saw Qiao Ruoran's dazed look. She sighed inwardly: "Eat quickly, otherwise you won't have the strength to climb the stairs later."
"Oh." Qiao Ruoran agreed seemingly obediently. She opened the bag, but her eyes were looking at the zombie corpses on the ground. Qingqing was so powerful!
There were more than a dozen zombies, and Qingqing managed to deal with them without even using any special powers!
Seeing Qiao Ruoran only staring at the zombies, Lin Qingqing frowned, "How about you go back to the space and finish eating before coming out?"
After a zombie dies, there is a swamp-like ammonia smell, and the corpse is usually not in order, which affects the appetite.
"Ah, it's okay! I just think you've become even better after not seeing you for a few days!" Qiao Ruoran suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart. She took a bite of the bun and her eyes lit up. "It's delicious. It must be Lao Tan's craftsmanship!"
"Yeah." Lin Qingqing responded. Old Tan made a lot of buns and kept them in the cold storage. They hadn't been eaten yet, but his people had already run away thousands of miles away.
It's a pity that she didn't recover her memory at that time, otherwise she would have given her a small space ring so that Old Tan could have some food reserves.
Old Tan, who was thousands of miles away, was also thinking about Lin Qingqing and even Qiao Mingyang.
Under their guns, corpses were everywhere, and the livestock on the grassland either turned into zombies or mutant beasts. There were only a few normal ones left.
Everything on the grasslands exceeded the base leaders' expectations. Their independent regiment had a full complement of 3,000 people, but now less than 300 were alive. As for the few wood-type mutants who were protected, they were still unharmed.
He had few bullets left in his gun, but a vast swarm of mutant cattle and horses were rushing towards them with great momentum.
Old Tan was crying out in his heart that he was going to die. With so many mutant beasts attacking, there would be no trace of bones left of the three hundred of them.
However, strangely, these mutant beasts did not attack these fat pieces of meat that were right at their mouths, but instead ran forward desperately!
Old Tan's heart trembled. What was ahead?
He looked up and saw layers of dark clouds rising like towers in the sky. The low air pressure made it difficult for Lao Tan to breathe.
"Take cover!" the observer shouted, but his voice was drowned out by Old Tan's heart-wrenching roar: "Everyone turn around! The front row becomes the back row, and keep up with them! The blizzard is coming!"
Just as Lao Tan finished speaking, a loud thunder sounded in the sky!
Lightning flashed across the sky, and everyone saw that the dark clouds on the horizon were not there, but insects with wings!
The team was originally an elite force, and those who had survived until now were even more responsive. It took only seconds for everyone to turn around and change formation. Even the few wood-type psychics were shaking with trembling legs, forcing themselves to keep up.
"Start, run!" The battalion commander, who had been left behind, took the lead and led his men as the vanguard. They firmly protected the mission target in the center.
As he had very little ammunition left, he simply discarded his gun, gritted his teeth, and tied the machete to his hand with gauze, "Comrades, follow me!"
"Charge!" The soldier gave his final roar, desperate and sad!
At the same time, a group of 10,086 mutant cattle and horses stood shoulder to shoulder with them, and the earth was shaking!
"Charge!" Old Tan drew his sword and mounted his horse, shouting "charge!" but his steps were like nails stuck in the back.
He is the head of the group. If we move forward, he is the vanguard. If we retreat, he will cover the rear!
His gaze pierced through the thick dark clouds. In that direction, were his relatives and friends. If there was an afterlife, he still wanted to be friends with them!
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