Chapter 107 They would have known

"Ah..."

However, in almost an instant, the whole base was in a mess. Then the alarm sounded, and the sound of the soldiers stationed there.

"Everyone, everyone gather in the hangar immediately!"

When Dong Zhishu went to the canteen, it was the most concentrated time for the whole other people. At this time, the whole passage was in a mess. Many people chased the bite, and they opened their mouths full of blood and chased all the living people.

"My God, what's going on here? What's going on here...!"

His lips trembled. Dong Zhishu looked at the whole passage and completely messed up. He didn't know how to deal with it.

"My mother!"

Dong Zhishu dodged several attacks in a row. He didn't know who he had provoked. He made them bite himself like crazy, and then he noticed the abnormality. More and more people have been attacked, and there are more and more screams.

"This is not caused by contradictions, but why don't they give up!"

In the "Unmanned Fighter Research Center" with a constant temperature, everyone wears thick clothes. Only the soldiers on duty are wearing riot uniforms that have just been brought a few days ago and a full set of equipment.

This is a sudden attack. Almost everyone is unprepared. The people around them who smiled and greeted him a few seconds ago are now biting people's skin and refuse to let go anyway. This scared Dong Zhishu so much that he didn't know what had happened here.

For good, in school, he was also a forward figure in the football team, and his physique was not bad. It's not surprising. After using the figure to dodge tricks on the court and dodged several attacks, the real test came.

Dong Zhishu bumped into each other head-on. Several people bent down and were biting a guy who was still screaming. His arrival attracted their attention, and one of the white coats stared at the inhuman eyes and rushed at him.

"Fight you..."

With the momentum of running forward, Dong Zhishu took off, and then his big feet were printed on the other party's face. The bloody guy on the white coat was kicked over while Dong Zhishu ran by. But then he had another emergency car, because two appeared in front of him this time.

This is still a man and a woman. When they bent down to attack Dong Zhishu, his mind suddenly had an idea.

"Resident Evil... This is him. Mom is a biochemical crisis... Oh, my God, don't play with people like this!"

Dong Zhishu didn't have time to observe around at this time. He could only hear that the voice of "ah... oh..." was more and more. The sad screams began with confusion, questioning and even fighting at the beginning, and then became less and less.

At most, in the cry of "Ah... Oh...", there are a few voices such as "Save me... Help me... I'm not dead yet..." It's just that Dong Zhishu, who is now bare-handed, can't help anyone at all. He can only rely on himself. He can only escape first and find something as a weapon.

The lunch box in my hand was thrown away at once, and now it is useless. Instead, his large PC plastic cup with soup was of great use. Dong Zhishu quickly took off his white coat. This thing is light and I don't know what material it is made of. He reached out and pulled off a sleeve around his hand, and then stuffed his fist into the large PC plastic cup.

The entangled clothes made him feel that it was not easy to fall off. At the same time, he wrapped the rest of the clothes around the other fist. In any case, he would no longer be afraid of anyone biting his fist.

In the process of taking off his clothes and pulling his clothes, two zombies rushed towards him, one left and one right. Dong Zhishu shook slightly with the fake action on the court, then rounded his arm and punched his body on the head heavily.

The power of this punch is surprisingly big. This is not nonsense, but some skills in boxing. For example, if thick gauze is wrapped around the joints and hands on the fingers in the boxing gloves, the weight of the boxing will increase.

Especially when Dong Zhishu's hand is still wrapped in clothes, the power of this punch is of course amazing. While overturning one, the other hand relied on the clothes wrapped on it and pushed the other zombie aside.

"Escape...Escape quickly..."

There is only one thought in Dong Zhishu's mind, which is to escape. He fled to a place with weapons. Only when he got there could he turn around to save his Jia Yingying. In other words, it once belonged to him, but now it belongs to him. This matter is no longer important to Dong Zhishu now.

Although he also despises Jia Yingying, who has been "hidden" by the unspoken rules, he can't let her die. Even if every day she lives and humiliates her every time she sees her, Dong Zhishu doesn't want her to die like this.

"Responsibility"!

At least in Dong Zhishu's heart, this is his view on love. Keeping Jia Yingying alive is the last responsibility left by their love.

There was nothing strange in the direction of Dong Zhishu's escape. He fled to the military station that protected and controlled the entire "Unmanned Fighter Research Center". The alarm that just sounded, and the loud gunfire that had spread all over the base at this time made him understand that the loyal soldiers there were still protecting their safety.

The troops stationed at the "Unmanned Fighter Research Center" are divided into two parts. Part of it is a camp that lives outside the gate and guards the pass and nearby roads. They are all ordinary soldiers, different from the soldiers in the Unmanned Fighter Research Center.

The soldiers stationed in the "Unmanned Fighter Research Center" mean both security and security. The soldiers here seem to be much stronger in terms of equipment and ability. Even sometimes, Dong Zhishu feels that they are not as strong as human beings.

But they are the unit of the army. If there are any strange people or strange things, they can't be questioned because the military rules require confidentiality. But as far as Dong Zhishu is concerned, the garrison in the base is perhaps the safest place.

Sure enough, when he arrived there, Dong Zhishu saw a gratifying thing, that is, the troops stationed in the whole base had been fully mobilized at this time. In the passage to the army's garrison, the soldiers with guns have formed a line of defense. Everyone probably feels that it is the safest place for the whole "Unmanned Fighter Research Center".

Unlike other places in the base, the military's station is next to the hangar. It can be said that these represent China's highest achievements. People. The machine is placed in the barracks. There are soldiers training here all the time, and there are soldiers on duty all the time.

When Dong Zhishu ran, the whole channel was already crowded and full of survivors. Outside, a few collapsed shelf beds are temporarily used as a line of defense. There is only one channel on the defense line that can accommodate several people side by side.

The soldiers showed their good adaptability, and they shouted at the people who were close to them.

"Squat down, squat forward!"

As they shouted, the living survivors squatted on the ground, and they moved their feet slowly forward. But the zombies chasing behind him obviously couldn't understand the "human words". They didn't know the rules, but they all hit the fire network formed by dense bullets.

"Squat down, everyone will squat down, and the standing person will shoot directly as a monster!"

After a hard time, Dong Zhishu squeezed into the barracks. Those are nothing. People. Under the plane, there are injured or survivors everywhere. They cried helplessly, and some of the injured were fixed on the bedbed that was temporarily used as a hospital bed.

What they say is no longer roaring. Among these injured people, there are ordinary researchers, technicians but no soldiers. This incident made Dong Zhishu feel a little strange. The survivors who were fixed on a single frame were without exception. Their hoarse voices emitted endless appetite.

"My God, the officers here still keep these people. I'm afraid they don't know that this is a biochemical crisis. Aren't they worried?

Dong Zhishu felt that he had to tell the survivors here what he knew. If they knew that it was a zombie, they would not have kept them.

"Where are your officers? Where is the officer? I have important news to report!"

The soldiers who were asked by Dong Zhishu just tilted their heads in one direction. At this moment, the weapons in their hands not only resist the attack of the zombies, but also pay attention to the bloody survivors.

"Don't tie me up. I'm just injured. I'm not bitten by them!"

The people who were about to be tied to a single shelf struggled, desperately trying to escape from the people who tied them up. But then came a soldier with a weapon in his hand pointing at him.

"Obey orders and obey commands. At this time, it is best not to attract the attention of others! If you are an ordinary injury, you will live. If you mutate, we will shoot. Believe me that you are dead, you can't feel pain!"

The person who was about to be helped with a single frame calmed down and let someone tie him up and inject him with sedatives, and then someone took out some special drugs to treat him.

"If he is your friend or relative, just say something. The drug may not be effective, but the anesthetic ingredients in it will make him feel painless at all. Take a good look at him and call us if there is any reaction! And, remember not to get too close to him, wear gloves and masks!"

The doctor confessed the cruel possibility to the person accompanying the injured, and then he stood up. When he passed by Dong Zhishu, the bloodless horned lips on his pale face muttered.

"God, Buddha, what mistakes have we human beings made? Are you going to punish us like this?"

Listening to all this, Dong Zhishu, who was ready to find the army leader here, suddenly had a kind of understanding.

"No, the soldiers here may already know what's going on, but why didn't they get rid of those who have died?"

In the mountainside of the whole "Unmanned Fighter Research Center", there was originally a strengthened company with only more than 150 people, who guarded all the important places in the whole base. But just three days ago, the plane brought two other companies and a considerable amount of supplies.

At this moment, the soldiers are not wearing bulletproof vests, but riot suits similar to police officers. When he saw it for the first time, Dong Zhishu even thought that China had developed some kind of power armor and other things. Those thick and tight riot suits make people feel like power armor.

Dong Zhishu once imagined this. In fact, the form of outer armor is not important. The important thing is whether to use the exoskeleton pattern or the artificial muscle pattern. The cost of the latter method is quite high, and it is difficult for China to achieve without sufficient technological accumulation.

Soon after, Dong Zhishu found the officer in charge here. The troops of several companies are in charge of a captain. When Dong Zhishu saw it, he was still telling others what to do.

"Contact the peripheral troops as soon as possible and ask them to quickly sort out the troops, eliminate the mutated soldiers, and then report to the base."

"Yes!"

The soldiers always spoke concisely and concisely. When he looked back at Dong Zhishu, he nodded slightly.

"Are you also here to tell me that this is a biochemical crisis? Don't worry, we have someone to deal with the body.

When Dong Zhishu spoke to him, he turned around in the direction indicated by his head, where some black jars had been set up. It should be made of plastic, and they are piled up layer by layer. Take a look at the surviving soldiers near the whole hangar. Dong Zhishu estimated that the zombie chaos cost them at least one-fifth of their lives.

Although the officers showed that they knew what it was. But there is still a layer of doubt in his heart, that is, the protective clothing on them and a large amount of ammunition. It seems that the country is ready for this matter. There is a question. If the country had been prepared, would the whole "unmanned fighter research center" have died so many people?

Of course, this kind of doubt can be in your heart, and it is too unwise to ask. That's not the habit of Chinese people, nor is it their choice. At this time, the captain continued to make an inal of Dong Zhishu, and it seemed that he was really busy, and he was in a hurry when he was in a hurry.

"So stay calm and don't worry. Everything has us."

"Well, I also want to ask, there should be survivors in the base. For them..."

Probably Dong Zhishu mentioned the survivor, which made the captain in front of him feel that he was still a good young man and knew how to think about others.

"Hear the sound of gunfire, we must first consolidate our safety here. Then I will send a team to rescue the survivors inside. I want to take this place back. You know it's very important to the country!"

Hearing that he was going to clean up the zombies in the whole base, Dong Zhishu, who had been thinking about saving Jia Yingying and his teacher Yan, hurriedly asked.

"Can I go? I have received military training and know how to shoot!"

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