After the Battle

Perhaps due to the exhausting battle last night, even though everyone had rested for a few hours before the airdrop last night, they still slept until late in the morning before getting out of bed. Even Lu Hao, who had developed the habit of getting up early in the army, didn't open his eyes wearily until around 10 o'clock in the morning.

In a fierce battle, the consumption of ammunition and physical strength is secondary. The key is the psychological pressure brought by the waves of zombies charging forward one after another. Except for Pang Le, almost everyone was on edge last night.

However, the benefits brought by this great war are also obvious, at least in the eyes of Huan Chu, it is really more beneficial than harmful.

After facing nearly five hundred zombies head-on, it can be said that everyone's confidence and mental strength have been greatly exercised, and the tacit understanding and coordination among the group have also been significantly improved. If such an encounter battle happens again next time, I'm afraid I won't be as panicked as yesterday.

Huan Chu realized that he was a bit inexperienced in dealing with this situation. If it weren't for Lu Hao's experience and quick construction of defenses on the second floor while he was entangled with the zombies, they might not have escaped last night. In fact, in the early hours of the morning while lying in bed, Huan Chu began to summarize the experience and lessons learned from this battle. He made a mistake in choosing the combat objective. While everyone else was just trying to survive the zombie siege, he intentionally or unintentionally tried to keep the zombies out and, disregarding the power gap between the two sides, chose to make the main battlefield in the lobby on the first floor. This was the most significant mistake of last night.

As the saying goes, a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit. Huan Chu is a smart person, and at this moment, he is thinking about issues that concern the life and death of everyone in the team. His mind is clearer than ever, reminding himself not to make the same mistake again. He gets up, washes up, and walks out of the inn.

In fact, the hotel lobby is now filled with zombie blood and incomplete bodies, a foul smell permeates the air, naturally can no longer stay, everyone who has finished washing up chooses to have breakfast in the parking lot where there are fewer bodies, and take a breath of fresh air.

Women all love beauty. After a night of battle, the queen's sports vest was dyed red with blood and she certainly won't wear it again today.

Shortly after Huan Chu arrived at the parking lot, Chen Wenwen changed into a different outfit and followed him out. The queen is now wearing a loose black suit and a pair of black-framed glasses on her nose.

Huanchu's clothing brand is not easy to understand, but judging from the quality and design alone, it is probably not very cheap. Huan Chu couldn't help but greet the queen while expressing his disdain for the evil bourgeoisie in his heart.

If it were peacetime, I believe Huan Chu could definitely become an actor. His smile when praising the queen looks completely genuine, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. Chen Wenwen obviously had no ability to see through others' hearts, completely unaware of Huan Chu's inner thoughts. She happily accepted Huan Chu's praise, almost giving him a good morning kiss.

Soon, Lu Xiaohu helped his father to take out the food and water from the Buick business car and started distributing breakfast to everyone. Although Pang Le could eat his fill every meal after joining Huan Chu, a fierce battle last night left him inexplicably excited. Although it has been a long time, his appetite is still very good. He monopolized two bottles of water, a box of luncheon meat, two cans of fennel beans, and two bags of bread.

Huan Chu looked at the calm after the big battle, a hint of smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He quickly finished eating the bread in his hand, drank half a bottle of mineral water, and then said to the others, "I'll go into the hotel to see if there are any ammunition or supplies left behind." "

Upon hearing this, Chen Wenwen immediately stood up and said, "I'll go too." "

Huan Chu waved his hand to indicate no need, placed the Type 95 rifle at his feet, only carrying the Type 92 pistol and machete, and walked into the lobby of the hotel.

The battle last night was too chaotic, and it's possible that some bullets and empty magazines were lost somewhere. After the battle ended, everyone, exhausted both physically and mentally, quickly cleared a path and went to rest on their own, naturally without cleaning up the battlefield.

Now the ammunition of the crowd is not considered much, those abandoned bullets and magazines are becoming more precious. If the lobby is still as clean as before, then finding these particularly conspicuous things will naturally be quite easy. Now the marble floor of the entire hall has been soaked in dark brown zombie blood, scattered with shredded body parts, making it even more difficult to find mixed ammunition from the garbage pile.

Fortunately, Huan Chu, who had played a lot of online games, had developed a good habit of patience and carefulness. He almost didn't miss any place. By the time he climbed up to the second floor along the stairs, his pockets were already filled with over twenty various bullets and five magazines that he hadn't had time to tidy up yesterday.

Arriving at the construction site last night, Huan Chu bent down, picked up a Type 95 automatic rifle magazine from the pool of blood, wiped off the already coagulated blood on it with difficulty, and put it back into the backpack behind him.

There is no need to think about it. In such a safe situation, the only one who would throw the magazine around like a mad dog last night must be Pang Le. Huan Chu sighed deeply at his own misfortune, determined to recruit more followers in the future to specifically handle the task of cleaning up the battlefield. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have suffered from lumbar disc herniation before the age of 30.

Just as Huan Chu picked up another 5.8mm DBP87 bullet from the ground, a faint sound suddenly came from the building above. The sound is very low, almost inaudible under normal circumstances. At this moment, the sound that suddenly emerged in the entire hotel, where only Huan Chu's footsteps could be heard, naturally sounded very clear.

Huan Chu was startled, quickly drew his pistol from his waist, and ended his work ahead of schedule. After a brief consideration of the pros and cons, he decided to abandon the plan of using the walkie-talkie to notify the people outside the door, and instead chose to go up and check by himself.

As the saying goes, great art takes great courage. Huan Chu, who has bravely fought in and out of the zombie pile several times, doesn't even bat an eye at a single zombie.

Instead of going straight upstairs, he pressed his ear against the wall to carefully determine the source of the sound. Before long, the faint sound coming from the wall confirmed to Huan Chu that he was not hallucinating due to exhaustion, but there was indeed a sound coming from the building, seemingly from a guest room on the third floor.

At this moment, Huan Chu no longer hesitated. He quietly loaded the bullets into the Type 92 pistol, tried to lighten his steps, and carefully walked up the stairs. Last night, everyone blocked the zombies at the staircase on the second floor, which was naturally extremely bloody. The corridor from the second floor to the third floor, however, was unobstructed, showing no signs of the battle that had taken place.

In a moment, Huan Chu walked up the stairs and arrived at the corridor on the third floor. Huan Chu, who was leaning against the corridor, carefully listened and quickly determined that the sound was coming from a room on the left side directly ahead. He immediately pointed his gun forward, trying not to make any noise, and approached step by step. But at this moment, an unexpected situation occurred - a phone with no owner in sight started ringing right in front of him!

"Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring!" The sudden sound was like a warning bell in the corridor, startling Huan Chu, who was walking forward attentively. He quickly aimed his gun at the source of the sound, ready to pull the trigger. However, he found an old-fashioned Nokia phone ringing excitedly less than four meters away from him on his diagonal front.

During peacetime, Huan Chu has always had great confidence in the quality assurance of Nokia phones, but he never expected its quality to be so good.

It's been almost a week since the owner abandoned this old color screen phone, but surprisingly it still has battery power. Huan Chu picked up his phone while lost in thought, turned it off, and then put it in his pocket as a keepsake.

When Kozue Chu finally sat up straight, she realized that the faint sound that had been present all along had completely disappeared, apparently due to the ringing of the phone.

Can it be that I have encountered a high-level zombie with consciousness?

Huan Chu muttered to himself and began to doubt his decision to come alone. But at this point, retreat was not in his nature. Instead, he drew the black-bladed machete from his waist and resumed the stance of the gun-sword, continuing to move forward.

When he reached room 304, a soft voice reached Huanchu's ears: "Since you're here, come in." "

Upon hearing this voice, Huan Chu's heart suddenly shook, and the gun sword in his hand involuntarily dropped down. There was a hint of struggle in his eyes. Huan Chu sighed softly, sheathed his pistol and machete back at his waist, gently pushed open the door, and walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, Huanchu's eyes were greeted by a pair of fair jade feet swaying constantly in front of the window. Looking up at the window sill, he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar figure sitting there, expressionless, staring at him.

For some reason, the thought of last night's bloody battle made Huanchu's heart ache slightly. He took out a cigarette to light it, but suddenly remembered that the girl he disliked smoking the most, so he had to put the cigarette back in his pocket, sighed, and looked straight at the woman in white clothes fluttering in the wind, and said, "Zhang Jing..."

Facing the melancholic and sorrowful eyes of Huan Chu, Zhang Jing unconsciously avoided his gaze, turned her head to look out the window, sat on the windowsill, and still gently swayed her feet. After a moment, as if making a decision, she gently brushed the hair blocking her face behind her ear and softly said, "It wasn't me." "

Huan Chu was visibly taken aback by Zhang Jing's words, then understood what she meant. The gentle breeze caressed as the beauty in front of me, with her black hair dancing in the wind, looked very agile in the air, accompanied by a spotless white robe.

Huan Chu did not ask for the truth or falsehood, nor did he need to ask for the truth or falsehood. In his opinion, she said it, and I believed it. Everything should be like this.