Volume 2 Chapter 531 Attack

Chapter 531 Attack

The wheelchair stopped in front of the woman, and the wheelchair stopped in front of her did not attract her attention. She was in the same posture as before, her eyes looked into the distance through the gap of the wheels, or she didn't look at anything.

Looking at the mother and child, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt extremely uncomfortable. He knew that he should go away. He could save this one, but not a thousand or tens of thousands. What ability did he have to save them, and why should he save them? , based on the food reserves in the base that can only feed 100,000 people for a week? With only enough food for 1,000 people in the convoy for half a year?

The wheelchair was removed from the mother and child, and the removed wheelchair did not affect the mother and child in any way. They were in a daze, and continued to look at the sky. They had already separated from this world, and they were waiting to enter another world.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned the wheelchair slowly. He felt that the lightweight wheelchair was so heavy that it made his heart tremble. He felt that it was so difficult to move forward one centimeter each time.

He hated, he hated the leaders of the gathering place, they were so careless about human life, all their food was taken from these poor people.

He hates, he hates himself, he is so selfish, just for a vague reason, he will give up two lives, one of which is a young child.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, he couldn't push it anymore, the wheelchair was too heavy, he couldn't push it even if he punched the gravel wall with one punch, he felt extremely uncomfortable, his eyes were wet, he raised the back of his hand to wipe it slightly, his throat was dry, he picked up the water bottle , but the trembling hands couldn't unscrew the lid of the pot.

Seemingly hearing a soft sound behind him, he finally looked back.

The woman no longer had the strength to sit still, she hugged the child and looked at the sky together, she looked at the sky, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at her, time was passing, the woman who had not moved all this time moved, she slowly hugged the child up, and kept She hugged her chest before stopping, and she stopped for a while, as if her physical strength had been exhausted by the action just now.

Maternity is great. A woman is not so much breastfeeding the child at the last moment as giving him the last bit of maternal love. This infinite love sets off Zhang Xiaoqiang's infinite smallness... "Eat slowly, don't be caught Starved to death but choked to death..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang whispered to the mother and son who were swallowing desperately together, the child did not respond, but just lowered his head and ate the pastry in his hand, the woman nodded gratefully, stopped eating, and held half a piece of pastry tightly in her hand.

Yuan Yi was afraid that Zhang Xiaoqiang would be hungry, so he specially made the pastry and put it in the storage compartment on the wheelchair. Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to save the mother and child, but was afraid that when he returned to the camp to call for someone, the mother and child had already passed away, reminding him of the pastry. I still have food on my body, so I rescued it first.

"Don't keep the food. I know you want to keep it for your children. We have been targeted. You have to eat the food so that you won't be robbed..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang calmly advised the woman, what he said was the truth, when he brought out food to the woman, several men who were also hungry stared at him.

The woman swallowed the rest of the food in one gulp when she heard this, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was sure, the woman choked, she raised her head and rolled her eyes, trying to swallow the food stuck in her throat.

"I don't know how long I've been hungry. What's the matter? Drink slowly..." Zhang Xiaoqiang raised the water bottle and poured the water into the woman's mouth, and the woman swallowed the food in one gulp.

After eating two pieces of pastry, the woman regained some vitality. She hugged the child and knelt down to Zhang Xiaoqiang, but Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped her when she was about to kowtow.

"Don't kowtow to me, I don't deserve it, you wait for a while, about half an hour later, you take the child to the camp by the lake, and say that you are in a wheelchair, and you will have food when you go, don't tell others , I can’t afford to support more people.”

The woman nodded and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang excitedly. She knew that her child would not have to die, and she would have something to eat in the future. No matter what she could eat, as long as she had one bite, she would be satisfied.

After the child finished eating, Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the wheelchair towards the base, a sneer flickered at the corner of his mouth, did he really think he was made of mud? If you want to come, then come.

Zhang Xiaoqiang calculated that the people behind would deal with him at the fence, Huang Quan drove the guards away, and that place became a secluded place.

Sure enough, just as Zhang Xiaoqiang got under the wall, the footsteps behind him became denser. Hearing the dense footsteps, Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed the wheels with both hands and slammed them up. The wheelchair turned 180 degrees out of thin air from the back to the front.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang faced the men who were chasing after him, they were obviously startled. They didn't expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to be so vigilant.

In Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, these people are really not vicious. One and two are all in ragged clothes, yellow and thin, and they are of different age groups. immature.

Although he is the youngest, he has the craziest expression, and he is also the one who yells the loudest. It seems that at his grade, he doesn't know what fear is.

These people didn't give Zhang Xiaoqiang more time to observe, they shouted loudly, and rushed forward one after another. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been prepared for a long time, raised his gun and shot. What he held in his hand was the np22 pistol he got from Bai Xiao. The Desert Eagle was lost in the lake. Xindao, np22 became his special pistol.

The pistol did not scare those people, but made them more excited. What does a pistol mean? It means that they can become a small force, that they can rob others, and that they can become the second Ma Sanchun.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's shooting with a pistol is really not accurate. If those people's targets were not big enough, and they would hit the body if they missed the head, maybe they would really have nothing to do with these thugs.

One by one the men howled and fell to the ground, and one by one stepped on their bodies and rushed up without hesitation.

"Ah!" A man who didn't know whether it was because of fear, but also because of excitement roared loudly, and threw the mace in his hand full of rusty iron nails towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The moment Zhang Xiaoqiang let go of the mace, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart tightened, and the pistol in his hand unconsciously aimed at the mace flying at high speed.

Time slowed down, the mace flying at high speed was slowly turning somersaults in the sky, the dirty handle, rusted iron nails, and the black and dry blood on the head of the club all fell in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes.

Behind the mace, the tones yelled by several running men were extremely weird, infinitely elongated, and passed on one by one, as if they had divided the tones into countless sections, and slowly yelled out section by section.

The mace is so clear in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, but the man running behind the mace like a turtle is so vague, as if all the focus is on the slow mace.

"Bang... bang... bang..." The sound of gunshots was also slowed down countless times, bullets spun in the air and flew towards the mace, and bullet casings were thrown out of the gun chamber one by one, to the side drop.

A bullet flew out between the iron nails, the second bullet passed through the rotating handle and shot empty, the third bullet broke an iron nail, the broken iron nail and the reoriented warhead flew to both sides, towards the The mace flying from Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest was knocked up and flew towards his head.

"Pong..." Zhang Xiaoqiang swung his pistol and hit the infinitely enlarged mace in front of his eyelids, and the mace flew out by rubbing against his cheek.

"Ah..." The previously broken shouts were reconnected and turned into pieces. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the pistol, pulled out the triangular thorns at his waist and threw them out one by one. His hearing recovered, but his vision did not recover. Those men were still blurred in his eyes. Unclear, he threw out the triangular thorns one after another, regardless of whether he could shoot them or not.

Twenty triangular thorns were exhausted, Zhang Xiaoqiang heard a roar in his head, shaking him into the darkness, a big hand lifted the back of his head: "Brother Cockroach...Brother Cockroach..."

"Fuck..." Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled two words with his eyes closed, and lost consciousness...