I have been to Jinzhou once, and I remember we were traveling together in our dormitory in college.

The barbecue in Jinzhou is excellent, affordable and delicious. When I went back to visit, I ate several meals in a row. When I left, I still felt that I didn't have enough. Now that I think about it, my mouth is watering unconsciously.

This time, Jinzhou and his party may not enjoy it so much. The city that has been invaded by the apocalypse is lifeless everywhere. Perhaps even the sea that everyone longs for has turned into a dead sea at this moment.

The road along the way is covered with snow, without a single rut or a single footprint. The white snow is always so crystal clear and pure, without any trace of dust or pollution.

The highway passes by Yixian. I saw this from the sign on the roadside. The classmate in the university dormitory lives in Yixian. When I came to Jinzhou, I stayed at their house on the first night. I remember we took the bus together.

When passing by here, he saw the sign on the roadside and immediately pointed to us and told us that the third house next to the willow tree on the Loop was his home. That night, we had a lot of fun at our classmate's house.

His parents were hospitable and took good care of us as if they were their own children. That day, my aunt cooked a table full of delicious dishes for us. My uncle even brought back two boxes of beer from a nearby store and sat down at the table himself.

He drank with us. The more we drank, the more interested we became. My uncle didn’t treat us like outsiders at all. He talked to us about life and ideals in a sincere and sincere way, and recalled many stories from his youth. Thinking of that day, I can’t help but miss it.

These warm people.

Now that I have reached this point, this scene suddenly flashed through my mind, just like what happened yesterday, but when I think about it carefully, it seems like a long time ago.

I looked up in that direction...near the Loop...next to the willow tree...the first building...the second building...

I don't want to count anymore, because the entire area by the river is full of bustling corpses...

I patted the horse's back and told Bai Long to run faster. I held my head high and refused to turn in that direction, because the memories of retrogression would sting my eyes silently.

We arrived at the city before dark, and before we stopped, we saw the Liaoshen Campaign Memorial Hall.

The Martyrs' Monument at the entrance of the museum is still solemn and majestic. The fighting hero holds a gun in his left hand and raises his arm in the right hand and shouts. It seems that in the originally silent world, the shouts shook the entire universe. The monument is to commemorate the martyrs who sacrificed their lives heroically in the Liaoshen Campaign.

In order to protect the country, he did not hesitate to shed his life and blood, and exchanged his life for the dignity of a country.

Under the strong request of Xiaomo and Xiaorui, we reluctantly agreed to walk closer to the memorial hall, but the group of corpses in the square immediately daunted us, so we had to let them take a look from a distance.

Several cannons at the entrance of the memorial hall are still mounted majestically, like warriors defending peace, not letting any enemy have a chance to get close. But the corpses are wandering in the square in front, listlessly, as if to express their respect for this land.

The heavy condolences of countless heroes below.

The lands conquered by our predecessors were eroded by the doomsday. No one would have expected that the peace after the war would be so short-lived and vulnerable.

From ancient times to the present, how many heroes have longed for the great mountains and rivers of the world, and how many heroes want to dominate the world with millions of troops. But the world has been changing, becoming torn apart, and becoming in pieces. Only the common people are there.

The pain in the war is like falling duckweed, floating up and down in the turbulent times of war, life and death uncertain.

Now, this peaceful world has become chaotic again. Human beings have not lost to themselves, but have actually lost to nature. Unexpectedly, for countless centuries, human beings have killed each other just to seize their respective worlds, but in the end they failed.

Or give the bloody territory back to the world.

Nature is fair and will only give to the creatures that treat it well, but for those humans who blindly take, greedy and selfish, it simply chooses to give up. Human beings are constantly fighting each other just to carve up the assets of nature, and they will be vulnerable

They dug open the surface of the earth and dug out all the treasures belonging to nature. They cut down the trees and turned the originally lush forests into deserts. They developed chemical weapons and turned the land full of life into a barren land.

Perhaps today's disaster is not entirely attributed to a simple zombie virus, but should be traced back to the roots of human nature.

I don’t know if my sentiments are correct, maybe they are just a manifestation of angry youth, but as a human being who has survived the apocalypse, every thought from the heart is a confession of the past and helplessness.

If everyone was still alive, if everyone was having this nightmare, if reality happened again, would humans do that again?

When it got dark, everyone found a place to stay in a supermarket. After letting Black Tiger and White Dragon have a good meal, they closed the rolling shutter door, simply filled their stomachs, wrapped themselves in clothes and quilts, and fell asleep.

Just like in the past, when you wake up in the morning, there is still a small group of zombies crowding the door. Their ears or noses seem to be very sensitive. No matter where you hide in a corner, there will always be a few that come out of nowhere and closely surround you.

It was still the old method, one person lifted the curtain, and several others chopped the zombies' calves. More than a dozen zombies lay in a mess on the stone steps outside the door. Zhang Chen continued his corpse-torture behavior, waving his tied

The Tang Dao in his hand killed all the zombies everywhere. No one stopped him from doing this, and everyone gradually became accustomed to seeing him brutally torture the corpses. Zhang Chen is still the cold and ferocious Zhang Chen, he will not

Even if he is changed by anyone, his hatred will never be erased.

The fourth child had already driven out in his sports car. The eldest brother and I got on the horses and followed us southward. As the engines of the van and jeep started, the journey south to the seaside began.

If you want to see the sea in Jinzhou, the overpass at Bijia Baoshan is not to be missed. Although I have never been there, I have heard about it. It is said that whenever the tide in that sea area is low, a curved line will be exposed from the sea.

From a distance, you can see a winding beach road, a dark and winding sea path, extending from Bijiashan Island to the shore, with a total length of more than 1,600 meters, like a mighty dragon, circling and soaring on the sea.

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Chapter completed!