after tomorrow is the end

Chapter 368
Tread Tread... The victorious Federal Guard marched across the Sequoia Town railway line, marching towards their ultimate goal, the church, in a manly and high-spirited manner.

The church is a sacred and solemn place, where the congregation prays and holds weddings.But in these last days, even the most devout believers did not receive the protection of God, and eventually became one of the surrounding graves.

There are too many grave mounds, densely packed, and it becomes a chaotic grave.In this doomsday, it would be nice for someone to collect the corpse...

A man in a handsome, luxurious uniform, stylish sunglasses, and cool hairstyle is standing outside the courtyard, looking at the church in the courtyard.He still held a K-4V.L revolver in his hand, and from time to time he lowered his head to caress the barrel of the gun, and then looked up at the church.

"Who is he?" Valentin pointed at the man, seeing that his clothes were not as rough as those of the Assault Gang, but rather like a rich man from the Western Continent.

"Oh, his name is Fan Langlan. He used to be the captain of the guards and the former mayor of those people. It is said that before the infection war, he was a rich second generation. Those people in the guards were the bodyguards of their family .” Henrik had dealt with him before, and although he was a rich boy, he also had a determination to eliminate the infected.

When Van Langren was there, he closely united with the Assault Gang and wiped out the zombies in Sequoia Town one by one. That's why there are so few zombies in this area, and the scale of the zombie wave cannot be formed.

"Originally? What about him now?" Valentin heard the key words, he was very curious, why is this Van Langren here?Was it usurped?Evicted?
"Hey...it's a long story..." Les sighed and began to tell his story.

It turned out that Fan Langlan was not only handsome, but also good at marksmanship, and his style of doing things was also vigorous and resolute.

After the infection war broke out, towns and cities in the Westland Plain fell one after another. Van Langeran believed that the Westland was not enough to resist the invasion of zombies, so he formed a guard team with his family guards and led a group of refugees who were willing to follow him across the Sea of ​​Falling Stars. Arrived in Sequoia Town.

When I first came to Sequoia Town, because of its dedication to eradicating the infected and maintaining the stability of the area, it was quickly recognized by the mayor of Nancy City, and they simply handed over the security work of Sequoia Town to their guards. Allow them to live here.

But the good times didn't last long, Nancy City was breached, the mayor was killed, and some surviving residents fled to Sequoia Town.It was these people who formed the Strike Gang, led by Osama, who vowed to eliminate all infected people and avenge their dead relatives.

Since then, Van Langren's Guards and Osama's Raiders have formed an alliance to eradicate the infected.

Coincidentally, Osama has a daughter, Katya, who doesn't like red makeup and prefers armed forces. She likes to dance with knives and guns since she was a child, and she even has a good skill in shooting guns immediately.

If it is before the end, these two people will be a Prince Charming, a Cinderella, and they will never have any communication, because fairy tales are all lies.

But in the last days, they met miraculously. They had a common goal and a common language, and the two quickly came together.

"Van, I'm pregnant." Katia blushed, leaning on Van Langerand's shoulder, watching the stars with him.

"What? That's great! I'm going to be a father!" Van Langerand hugged Katia excitedly. The little life in the last days represents the hope of the future.

"I want to wear a wedding dress once." Katia looked at the church not far away. In the past, she had imagined how many times she would wear a white wedding dress and walk into the wedding hall.

But now is the end of the world, and it is difficult to live. A wedding can only be an extravagant long-cherished wish.

"Sorry." Van Langerand felt that he owed Katia a lot. If it was in peacetime, he would be able to satisfy her every minute, and even hold a grand wedding.

"No, it's not your fault." Katia comforted Van Langerand in turn.

But... how could Van Langerand let his woman down?He remembered that when he went to Nancy City, he saw that white wedding dress in the window of a shop.
That night, Van Langerand took the risk of sneaking back to Nancy City, and went to the bridal shop with his vague memory.

"Uh uh." Zombies howled from time to time, walking aimlessly on the street.

Step, step, step, the zombie staggered, passing a trash can.

After a while, a man emerged from the trash can, it was Van Langerland.

I saw him frowning, the filthy garbage stained his uniform, but he quickly regained his composure, and proceeded cautiously with the help of the moonlight.

The reason why he came here at night was because the darkness of the night not only greatly reduced the vision of humans, but also greatly reduced the range of vision of zombies.

"It seems to be around here." Van Langerand hid in a dark corner, looking around with his eyes. There was no light, only his naked eyes.

"There!" Finally he found it, the moonlight shone in the window, reflecting the white wedding dress inside.

But
"Uh uh." Outside the store, seven or eight zombies gathered, including a fat zombie, which was very explosive.

"Huh" Van Langerand took a deep breath, and took out a competitive recurve bow from his backpack.

With a bow and arrow, only bows and crossbows can secretly shoot and kill infected people.

Whoosh!The arrow flashed under the moonlight, and shot at one of the zombies with a cold light.

puff! "Uh..." An arrow hit a zombie's chest. The zombie staggered a few times, then looked around, as if trying to find out the attacker.

Whoosh!Another arrow was shot in its head.

"Uh uh!" It let out a burst of screams, and the surrounding zombies were attracted by its sound, and turned their heads to look over.But no living person was found, so they continued to wander aimlessly.

Whoosh!Van Langerland killed it with another arrow.

Whoosh, whoosh, arrow after arrow, gradually cleaning up the zombies on the street.

Soon, seven or eight zombies, including the fat zombie, were also killed one by one.

"It should be gone." Van Langerand muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to be careless at all. He took out an empty can from his backpack and threw it out casually.

Crackling, clucking metal made a crisp sound when it touched the ground.

"Uh uh." Suddenly, from an invisible corner, a zombie stood up staggeringly, this kind of zombie that usually lies on the ground, they call it a fake dead zombie, and its harm is no less than special Infected body.

"Hoo good risk." Van Langerland wiped off the sweat from his fear, and bent his bow and arrow again. People like them who have been fighting zombies all year round have practiced a set of survival rules that apply to them.

Whoosh!A cold light flashed, and the zombie ended up.
(End of this chapter)