Chapter 1065 Weng Lan’s Story——Death in Vain

In the early days of the apocalypse, this town was likely a refugee camp, so the houses were fortified.

However, after more than 20 years of wind and rain, the originally strong reinforcement facilities had become decayed. Weng Lan looked at the arms hanging between the iron fences and her heartbeat was racing. She could see that the iron windows would not last long. .

Holding Qin Sanshan in her arms, the bad boy continued to cry, but Weng Lan was not upset at all because of his crying, because she knew that the child crying so happily meant that nothing serious happened to him.

It's a pity that her mother, who is also mentally and physically exhausted, can no longer suffer. She must find a way to face the crisis in front of her.

&Novel..p; Weng Lan was not a fragile person originally, but because she had been frozen for more than 20 years, she was emotionally disturbed, and she also had some postpartum depression, so she had not been energetic for anything during this period of time. head.

Anyway, Sanniang, Siniang, and Qin Qicai took good care of and protected her, so she was happy and at ease.

So now no one has the ability to protect her, so she must stand up to protect herself and her children.

This room is obviously no longer safe, and the outside is full of zombies with no way out. The people in the living room outside the door have no hope. They just killed Sam, and they will probably be hated to death. At least they can't do it anymore. Trust yourself.

what to do

What should she do?

Holding Qin Sanshan in his arms and retreating to the window on the other side, Weng Lan opened the curtains a crack and looked behind him. There was a rather small yard outside. A wall of almost three meters high was built around the yard. Americans didn't have the habit of building walls near their homes. It seems that they were forced to do so in the apocalypse.

There were no zombies invading the yard at this time, so the only problem was that the yard seemed to be connected to the living room, which meant that Avis and others in the living room could also enter the yard.

After a slight hesitation, Weng Lan saw that the iron fence on the opposite side seemed to be unable to hold up and was about to be pushed away by the zombies.

She hesitated, went to the side and took the shotgun and held on for a while. There were still five bullets.

Really, when she just killed Sam, she actually fired three bullets. If the first shot missed, at least she wasted one bullet.

Hey, it seems that he is still too nervous. I'm sorry, Sam. Weng Lan feels that he may never forget this black man. Although his intention to protect his companions is good, he has also saved himself. However, such a reason could not allow her to watch her child being muzzled and suffocated to death.

Opening the window, Weng Lan jumped out with some flexibility.

Although she has no superpowers, because of the Empress Sword God, her physical strength has become good, and she is probably stronger than ordinary men.

Therefore, Weng Lan's physical skills after concentrating his energy are not too weak.

After leaving the room, Weng Lan put the shotgun aside, then pulled back the curtains inside, and locked the iron fence with a rusty iron chain. Then he closed the window, picked up the shotgun again, and hid in a corner of the yard away from the window.

Perhaps because he knew it was not easy for his mother, or perhaps because he was too tired from crying, Qin Sanshan finally calmed down.

At this moment, Lutiya, Els, Ives, and Juliet ran out from the door connecting the living room to the courtyard.

Els and Lutea were also carrying a bookcase in their hands, Ives was holding a long wooden stick, and Julia was holding the same shotgun as Weng Lan.

After walking out of the door, Els and Lutea blocked the seemingly heavy bookcase from the door. Elvis used a wooden pipe to prop it up against the wooden cabinet to make it stronger.

Julia carefully held the gun and aimed at Weng Lan, her face a little pale.

Naturally, Weng Lan also aimed his gun at Julia. There were tears on her eyelashes, but her face was full of heroism.

She is not afraid of being destroyed together. What she is afraid of is that she does not work hard enough to devote herself to her son.

Avis turned around and glanced at the two opposing people, then quickly dodged the shotgun in Julia's hand.

"Why did you kill Sam?" Julia was very upset.

"I know, I am also very depressed about this matter, but now that Sam is dead, mother and son, and there are zombies outside, don't you think that in order to survive, we should put aside our arguments and think about our retreat now?" Ai Weiss knew that Weng Lan killed someone to save the child. Although Sam's death made her feel a little sad, but since the person was dead, the so-called hatred could not solve any problem at all. What she had to do now was to stabilize the morale of the army, and then Talking about escaping the crisis when surrounded by zombies.

Els and Lutya all looked at Weng Lan fiercely, but they did not speak or move forward.

They and Sam were good brothers. Although Ives and Julia had known the three of them before, they didn't think they were familiar with each other. They just happened to hide in this room together.

Weng Lan killed Sam, and this ugliness will be avenged sooner or later, but Els and Lutya are not in a hurry. To be precise, they are also more worried about zombies at this time.

There is an awning in the yard, which is made of entirely yellow plastic.

Maybe the flying zombies didn't like the color yellow, or maybe it was because the awning prevented them from sending a message to a few people in the yard. In short, not a single zombie flew over. The iron bars in the room had been squeezed open, and a zombie crawled in, but more zombies were stuck in the window due to crowding. It seemed that the situation was not that bad, at least it was safe for the time being.

As soon as Weng Lan had this thought in his mind, the drowsy third boy suddenly woke up again, sobbing from his mouth before he even opened his eyes.

Weng Lan's face turned pale. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the four people in the yard. They were all looking at her, and there was no trace of kindness in their eyes.

Never let your child cry, whether it’s for yourself or the child

Thinking of this, Weng Lan quickly sat in the corner, then gently raised his knees, put the child on his lap, and blocked the four people's sight with his knees.

After making preparations, Weng Lan was careful with a gun in one hand, pulled up his clothes with the other hand, and then stuffed the nipple into Qin Sanshan's mouth.

Qin Sanshan asked about the taste of the food, and naturally he became honest. He continued to close his eyes and wriggle his little mouth, and started counting sheep in his little head.

Seeing such a scene, Avis and others were all stunned. It turns out that if you want your child to not cry, you can do this. Then didn't Sam's death just now be in vain?

Weng Lan actually had some small regrets in her heart. Sam had been too anxious just now, and because of her nervousness, she had forgotten that breastfeeding could block the child's mouth and stop him from crying.