As time enters the twelfth lunar month, the weather becomes colder and colder.
Twenty miles northwest of Liujiabao, a fierce fighting was going on.
More than a dozen zombies surrounded the defensive soldiers in the middle, constantly looking for loopholes to attack.
If the troops were not distributed reasonably and cooperated closely with each other, their team would have been killed long ago.
"Hold on, you must hold on, don't panic..."
Zheng Chun shouted loudly while raising his knife to guard against the zombies.
"Go to hell..."
A soldier pulled out a spear and pierced the zombie's throat. He quickly recovered and the zombie fell to the ground.
"Dead one..."
"Well done, Xiao Hu!"
Hearing this, Zheng Chun yelled: "Xiao Hu, you did a good job, I will give you credit when I get back!"
Killing a zombie reduced some of the pressure on the soldiers and increased their hope of victory.
After a fierce counterattack, two more zombies were killed, and the soldiers at the scene became even more motivated to fight.
"kill……"
Time gradually passed, the soldiers' physical strength reached its limit, and there were still five zombies left.
"Ouch..."
The zombies are still fearless and attack the tired people.
"Hold it..." Zheng Chun yelled.
Everyone persisted desperately, they had to fight hard, otherwise they would be the ones who died.
Two zombies were killed immediately, but the screams that followed made Zheng Chun feel nervous.
"What's going on?" he asked loudly.
"I...I was scratched!"
The voice that answered was familiar to Zheng Chun, it was Xiao Hu who was praised just now.
Everyone at the scene knew what it meant to be scratched by a zombie, which made them even more angry at the zombies in front of them.
Under the angry attacks with hatred, everyone was victorious and quickly killed the remaining zombies.
"Where is the injury?" Zheng Chun came to Xiao Hu's side.
Being bitten by a zombie will mutate within three hours. This is common knowledge among soldiers, but there are always exceptions to everything.
"On the arm!" Xiao Hu replied with a cry.
Crying at this time cannot be said to be cowardly. No matter how brave a person is when faced with a certain death situation, it will be difficult for him to remain calm and calm.
Holding the knife, Zheng Chun scolded: "Raise your hands!"
Xiao Hu wiped away his tears and slowly raised his hand.
Zheng Chun swung his sword with all his strength and cut off Xiao Hu's left arm, causing blood to pour out.
Fortunately, a few people nearby were well prepared and immediately stepped forward with strips of cloth to bandage it. After a lot of work, the bleeding was finally stopped.
Xiao Hu was bitten on the back of his hand, and his entire hand was cut off at this moment. However, it is still difficult to guarantee that the virus has not spread. We can only treat a dead horse as a living horse.
Seeing Xiao Hu's painful expression, Zheng Chun said in a deep voice: "Tie him up!"
The purpose of tying people up was to prevent mutations, and the soldiers around them knew this very well, so someone took out ropes and tied them up.
After finding a clean Zhuangzi, Zheng Chun and his party rested on the spot and waited for Xiao Hu's "result".
Three hours later, Xiao Hu's injury has been brought under control and no mutation has occurred.
"Sir, Xiao Hu's life is saved!" Someone looked happy.
But as a client, Xiao Hu was in a complicated mood at the moment, with loss and happiness intertwined in his heart.
At this moment, Zheng Chun glanced towards the outside of the village, thinking about how many zombies there were to clean up.
The cleanup operation around Liujiabao has lasted for more than thirty days. While the effect is remarkable, thirteen soldiers have died in the battle.
Compared to dying in battle, Xiao Hu was considered very lucky to have survived.
Although there are sacrifices, the cleanup will continue. This is the destination of the soldiers of the royal palace.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, but it is already approaching the end of the year.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the weather was good and the wind and snow stopped.
In the afternoon, the two teams that went out to clean up returned to Liujiabao to rest and recuperate.
According to the arrangement of Baihu Song Shuangquan, there will be no missions during the five days of the New Year. All officers and soldiers of Baihu Station will celebrate the New Year.
After entering Liujiabao, the soldiers' nervousness dissipated a lot. They chatted among their robes about their recent dangerous experiences, and there was a lot of laughter and curses for a while.
"Someone is coming!"
The reminder on the watchtower attracted the attention of everyone in the fort, and someone immediately went to report it to the superior.
The soldiers can relax, but the officers still have to discuss matters. In addition to discussing how to spend this year, they also have to discuss the cleanup plan after the year.
"Is it the food delivery person?" Song Shuangquan raised his head and asked.
"A few large vehicles, that should be it!" the reporting soldier replied.
Zheng Chun said with a smile: "The Chinese New Year is almost here, I wonder what good things I have given you!"
Several other people also looked forward to it. The supplies that come every twenty days always bring people hope.
Because along with the supplies, there were also letters and notes from family members, which are more precious than gold and silver.
Without further ado, Song Shuangquan led his men out of the house, and the visitor had arrived outside the gate of Liujiabao.
This time, there were many more people transporting supplies than before, and the leader was Song Shuangquan's immediate boss, Deputy Qianhu Zhang Wanhe.
Song Shuangquan quickened his pace and saluted Zhang Wanhe respectfully: "See you, Mr. Qianhu!"
"No need to be polite, get up quickly!" Zhang Wanhe stepped forward and said.
"Sir...why are you here in person?"
Glancing at the soldiers standing on both sides, Zhang Wanhe said: "Come and see what you have done with this group of brothers!"
"You are stupid in your humble position, please give me some advice!"
"The sergeants are in high spirits, much better than elsewhere. Song Baihu... you did a great job!" Zhang Wanhe praised.
After saying this, Zhang Wanhe turned around and said: "Don't be stunned, bring the things in and send the letter!"
The carts outside the fort were brought in. These were food and other living supplies, as well as supplementary weapons and armor.
The soldiers in the fort were not very interested in these things, and they all gathered around the messenger.
"Xu Dazhu has a letter..."
"Chen Jian..."
"Wu Niu'er..."
Everyone who had their name read out was very excited and quickly took the letter from the courier's hand.
Immediately afterwards, these people found people who were more literate and read the contents of the letter to them.
While everyone was noisy, Song Shuangquan noticed that among the grain transport team, there were obviously more people coming this time.
Zhang Wanhe waved behind him, and a group of soldiers immediately stepped forward and stood in order in front of Song Shuangquan and others.
"Sir, this is..."
"The ministries suffered a lot of damage in the battle. After the Privy Council learned about it, they assigned new soldiers to come over. This is for you!"
At this moment, the soldiers who arrived were lined up neatly, and all of them were in high spirits and high in fighting spirit.
"There are fifteen people in total, is the number correct?" Zhang Wanhe asked.
When he entered the fort, he asked the sentry, and of course the number was correct.
After Song Shuangquan nodded, Zhang Wanhe continued: "If there is any disability, hand him over to me and take him away!"
"Yes!" Song Shuangquan replied.
Xiao Hu, who lost his left hand, was unlikely to turn into a zombie. Now he is recuperating in the fort, and it is no longer possible to go on a mission.
Next, Zhang and Song chatted about other things, and the other soldiers were busy moving things.
Time flies by and it’s lunch time in a blink of an eye.
Although we have a few days of rest, military discipline is still strictly enforced.
Soldiers from all departments were lined up neatly and waiting outside the dining hall.
"Long live His Highness King Yong!"
As Song Shuangquan shouted, all the soldiers on the scene followed suit.
In all branches of the Yong army, shouting long live before eating is an absolutely essential step. Anyone who dares to neglect it will die an ugly death.
For the soldiers in the desperate situation, King Yong, who is destined to be their destiny, is the source of strength for them to maintain their faith.
Every time he shouted it, the soldiers would be infected and most of their decadence would be swept away.
