Old Fei held the spear in his hand and walked to the fallen street tree before temporarily placing the spear on the ground.
He squatted down and lifted it with effort.
"Heave ho!"
The street tree was slowly lifted by him. He tried to drag the tree, but it was too difficult for one person to drag it away.
So he shouted to the team mbers nearby: "Co over and help, let's drag it away together!"
Almost as soon as he opened his mouth, snowflakes were blown into his mouth by the wind.
A mouthful of snowflakes.
Ptui, ptui, ptui.
Old Fei spat out the snow in frustration, but the snowflakes quickly lted in his mouth.
Cold water swirled in his mouth.
He was a bit thirsty, so he swallowed a mouthful of snow water.
Several team mbers ca over to help drag the largest and heaviest tree to the roadside.
At this mont, a cry suddenly ca: "Zo-Zombie!"
Old Fei instantly put the tree down and squinted his eyes to look ahead.
He drew a dagger from his leg and surveyed the surroundings.
"Where's the zombie?" he shouted loudly.
In the blizzard, if he didn't shout, others couldn't hear him at all.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw more than a dozen zombies appear directly ahead, cloaked in snow.
If it weren't for the close distance, they wouldn't be able to tell from afar that these damn things were zombies.
In the blizzard, who the hell could see clearly!
As the zombies approached them, they roared and charged over.
Old Fei suddenly saw a corpse on the ground and was livid with rage.
Beside him, the team mbers also saw it and shouted in anguish, "Jizhong is dead, damn these zombies, I'm going to fight you!"
Jizhong was the one observing the surroundings from the farthest point, yet before his death, he still managed to alert them to the arriving zombies.
They were no longer novices in this Doomsday scenario. When gathering supplies outside or doing anything, the most important thing was to beware of strangers or the sudden appearance of zombies.
Therefore, even if they got out of the car to move a few trees, they had assigned soone to keep watch.
Unexpectedly, Jizhong, the one guarding for everyone, was dead, bitten to death by zombies.
Old Fei saw five or six zombies devouring Jizhong's corpse, his eyes filled with fury. Jizhong had been with him since the outbreak of the Doomsday.
They were life-and-death friends.
Before the Doomsday outbreak, Jizhong was his neighbor next door. At that hurried mont of return ho, he saw Jizhong protecting his parents.
Although in the first year of Doomsday, both his and Jizhong's parents, due to old age and slow mobility, and not wanting to burden them, were bitten and killed by zombies during a ti of severe famine and cold.
In a fit of rage, he wanted to fight the zombies but was pulled to safety by Jizhong, thus surviving.
Later on, it was Jizhong who heard about the existence of the Big Camphor Tree Base and brought them in, enabling their survival until now.
But now, Jizhong was dead.
Not only was he furious, but other team mbers were also extrely angry.
Jizhong, though not old, treated the team mbers exceptionally well and had great relationships within the group.
Old Fei saw five or six zombies stopping to devour Jizhong's corpse, while eight or nine other zombies, unable to join in, charged toward Old Fei and the others.
Old Fei picked up the spear from the snow and shouted fiercely.
Then he charged toward the zombies.
"Screw you!"
To his left and right, six or seven team mbers also charged toward the zombies in the snowy wind.
With no fear, even in the perilous blizzard.
And behind them, Yu Lei, hearing the commotion up front, also moved his body, shouting to the team mbers beside him: "Quick, go support them!"
Ahead.
Old Fei held a steel rod with a diater of four centiters. After he had polished its tip, he wrapped the back part, where he gripped it, with tape and cloth layers for a better hold.
In the snowy wind.
The zombie opened its foul mouth, growling and charging over.
Old Fei focused, jabbing at the mouth of the approaching zombie.
The sharpest part of the steel rod spear pierced through the back of the zombie's head.
Thud!
Old Fei kicked the zombie in its belly, using the montum to pull out the spear.
At the sa ti, another zombie leaped over from the right, leaving him no ti to adjust for another jab.
So he used the montum of pulling out the spear to swing it forcefully to the right.
The spear hit the zombie's face directly, leaving a mark, and sent it reeling under the impact.
Old Fei adjusted his stance and stabbed at the zombie again.
.....
Two minutes later.
Having dealt with these eight or nine zombies, Old Fei and the others ran angrily toward where several zombies surrounded and devoured Jizhong.
As long as zombies had food, they ignored everything else.
Old Fei and the others killed those few zombies with a single spear thrust!
Yet when the zombies dispersed, the sight they saw broke their hearts.
Jizhong's body had been completely consud by these five or six zombies in just a few minutes.
The fallen zombies still had pieces of Jizhong in their mouths.
"Ugh!" A team mber couldn't help but vomit.
He saw Jizhong's arm on a zombie's mouth, and that arm still had the watch Jizhong always wore.
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