Doomsday Thunder Warrior

The meal on the crazy raider's table, one piece of bacon was delivered to his mouth before chewing on another.

The dishes on the table were all eaten by Wu Xiaotian like this, leaving nothing behind.

Ever since he realized his shortcomings, Wu Xiaotian has been exercising crazily, with sword skills, and dance steps.The huge consumption every day has greatly increased his food intake, and he has eaten most of the stored food in just over ten days.

After clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, I listened to the sound of raindrops outside the window.The rain has been getting smaller since three days ago, but it was freezing to the bone. When Wu Xiaotian went to pull the green onions that day, he accidentally drenched a few drops, and he swayed from the cold.

When I came back to my senses, I slowly calculated the remaining supplies, and found that I could last three or four days at most.If you live frugally, you can persist for about half a month, but if you live frugally, you must stop training. This is impossible. Since you can’t live frugally, you have to go out to search for supplies.

At this time, Wu Xiaotian remembered that there was a small supermarket about 100 meters away from home, and there should be supplies there.

After deciding to go out to find supplies, Wu Xiaotian waited for the rain to stop.

Go back to the bedroom and take out the binoculars.Braving the biting cold wind, I put the telescope on the roof and observed the route from home to the small supermarket.

After observation, it was found that there were zombies wandering along the route, but their numbers varied.

Wu Xiaotian recorded the number of zombies on a piece of A4 paper with a pen, and then decided on the route.

The first route: about 110 zombies.The second route: there are about 30 zombies, but there are two mahjong halls on the route.It is not sure whether there are zombies in the mahjong parlor.The third route: 41 zombies.But the route is long.

Looking at the records on the paper, Wu Xiaotian decided to give up the first and second routes.The reason is that the first is impossible to maintain physical strength for a long time.The second Wu Xiaotian dare not bet on whether there are zombies in the mahjong parlor, because it is betting on his life.

Usually 100 meters, if you run fast, it will only take 14 seconds, and with your own evolved speed, you can control it to about 10 seconds.

Now that he decided to use the third route, carefully observe the zombies on the third route, gathering in twos and threes once in a while, and occasionally one or two zombies wandering far away, which made Wu Xiaotian heave a sigh of relief.

Going back to the living room to observe the zombies under his house from the window, this startled Wu Xiaotian, there were at least 20 zombies wandering back and forth at the door of the house.

"It doesn't matter, it's only twenty!" At this time, Wu Xiaotian already had a way in his mind to deal with the zombies at the door.

When I came to the bedroom and turned on the computer, I found that there seemed to be a small problem with the computer. Forget it, as long as I can collect data, it will be fine.And Wu Xiaotian's method of collecting information is to play games.

Squat down and start the process of learning and playing with the "four flat, eight steady" learned from TV.He casually picked up a pack of cigarettes from the computer desk, only to find that there were only two cigarettes lying alone in the cigarette case, which made Wu Xiaotian, an old smoker, feel very embarrassed.Lighted one, hummed: "It is imperative to find supplies."

The sky is beautiful, although it is still cloudy, but at least it is not raining.

I'm going out to look for supplies today, I said silently in my heart.

Put the double knives on your waist, and carry a long-handled big knife.Go down to the second floor and kick away the zombies that Wu Xiaotian had killed.Move the writing desk in the suite to the stairwell on the first floor and put it about fifty miles away from the gate, because the gate of Wu Xiaotian's house has two double doors.

The man stood behind the table, silently saying "3, 2,1, [-]", and when he counted to one, he slammed the door open.

The slamming sound of the door and the table attracted the zombies wandering around the door. They were more orderly than the soldiers who gave orders. Those zombies turned their heads uniformly and looked in the direction of the sound.

Hearing the noise and the smell of food in the air, the zombies went crazy and ran towards the food.

The two doors formed a hole shape, and only one zombie could be accommodated in the front, while the zombies in the back kept squeezing into the door, which was even more crazy than squeezing a bus.

The heads of the zombies in the front were constantly chopped off like snake letters with long knives, but the zombies in the back didn't care. What they thought was that there was food in it, and they were hungry and wanted to eat food.

When the first zombie appeared in the crack of the door, Wu Xiaotian put his foot against the desk, and forcefully poked the long-handled hatchet at the neck of the zombie, stretching like a snake letter.But the snake letter is used to distinguish the smell of the snake, and the snake letter turned into a long knife takes away a sad life every time it strikes.

Silently counting the number of zombies he killed.Well, the last two, I saw the zombie pounced on Wu Xiaotian like a hungry tiger, but the writing desk stopped it, and cut off its neck with a single knife.

The continuous attacks did not make Wu Xiaotian feel tired but gave Wu Xiaotian a sense of accomplishment.

The zombies died one by one, and each one fell down, which made Wu Xiaotian's sense of accomplishment rise, until the last zombie crawled over from under the writing desk. Wu Xiaotian poked open with the handle of a long-handled hatchet. The back of the zombie's head.

After pulling away the writing table, put down the long-handled hatchet.

Walking out, this is the first time Wu Xiaotian has walked out of the house since the outbreak of the D virus.Habitually looking up at the sky, the sky is still the same, but the ground has undergone tremendous changes.

His eyes locked, his sharp eyes fixed on the nearest zombie, and his two knives were unsheathed.

Gorgeous dance steps and knife lights appeared in the air, heads dancing one by one.Every time the Tang knife in the right hand was swung, a zombie would fall down. Even if it didn't hit the vital point, it was not afraid, and the Tibetan knife in the left hand came back one after another.

Wu Xiaotian didn't seem to be advancing in the killing process, just like an elegant dancer dancing with his partner.Although the movement of the dance is not fast, it is elegant and elegant.But no one came to enjoy the beautiful dance music, only the disgusting zombies could see it.

Using those basic dance steps, waltz dance steps, Latin dance steps, ballroom dance steps combined with the eight techniques of the knife to slaughter zombies one by one, and didn't see a single zombie fall down, the trace of worry in Wu Xiaotian's heart was finally dispelled.

The previous self-confidence and previous vigor returned to him.

Since graduating from university, I have run into walls everywhere. I finally found a suitable job but was squeezed out by my colleagues.Gradually, his self-confidence was hidden, and his vigor was erased by the society. He became more and more helpless and finally broke out. After a quarrel with the supervisor.He went home and became an otaku, and then the post-apocalypse broke out, and he lived in trepidation every day, with negative emotions such as loneliness, loneliness, and fear all haunting him.

But Wu Xiaotian finally came back, he who was full of spirit in college finally came back.