Chapter 37 Town Violence
Having done their homework rigorously, the convoy wandered around smoothly. Occasionally, a few zombies were quickly cleared by the men ahead. By noon, the convoy successfully arrived at its destination, a small town located at the border of Hezhou and H City. Its name is very pleasant, called Lihua Town, which is not as prosperous as the city, but also has a beautiful environment full of Jiangnan style.
The town is not big, with a six meter wide and four to five mile long road running straight through the entire town from east to west, and you can see the head at a glance. Both the north and south are beautiful and neat row houses, with newly built courtyard walls that are five or six meters high. As long as two intersections are blocked, it is a good campsite.
Lin Keqing was at the back of the team. When she arrived, there were more than thirty zombies lying on the ground, and many more were staggering towards this side. Only then did she see more than ten young people in front of the team, holding standard crossbows, agile and well-trained.
Ozawa and Lele sat in the back seat, with tempered bulletproof glass that made it difficult for outsiders to see what was happening inside, but the people inside could clearly see what was happening outside. It was the first time he saw someone killing a zombie up close, and he was so scared that he crawled straight into Lin Keqing's arms and said, "Mom, the weirdo is so scary
No matter how smart he is, he is only three years old, and his small body keeps trembling. Lin Keqing felt very sorry. She could keep him in the space, but she didn't want him to become a flower in the greenhouse. Sooner or later, he would have to face all of this.
She gently held her son and kissed his frightened face.
Don't be afraid, Mom is here. Look, the weirdo has already been defeated by the uncles
Ozawa was still afraid, closed his eyes and shook his head, tightly grasping her clothes. Lin Keqing didn't force himself, just gently comforted him.
Lele has been running a fever since yesterday, which may be a prelude to mutation. She infused Ye Hang's spirit into its sea of consciousness, and at this moment, it was groggily arching into Lin Keqing's arms, its slightly closed eyes filled with attachment.