At this moment, he suddenly thought of the difference between the nuclear zombies he killed and humans: no matter how injured the nuclear zombies were, they fought until their last breath; while humans, as long as they felt that they were seriously injured, most of them would soften into a puddle of mud. , resigned to his fate and waited for death.
Romance Do you want to be like this?
No, as long as you still have breath, you will fight to the end.
As if you are looking at yourself, even if you die, you must die vigorously, and you must not be eaten like a dog.
He didn't know if these radiation patients were cannibals, but judging from the fact that he had killed so many of them, it wouldn't be an exaggeration if they just devoured him alive.
Xiao Ming moved quickly, took off his shirt, tied it around his waist, covered his belly, and exposed his arms.
He no longer had the worry of death, because he was not far away from death.
He wanted to escape far away before his blood flowed out and his limbs became weak, and he wanted to find a place where there were no enemies and die with dignity.
He thought it was funny to die with dignity.
A man who was about to die would think so.
For the first time, he felt that death was not that easy.
It was bullshit to say that one death would lead to a hundred deaths.
It turned out that people had so many thoughts before they died.
Just as Xiao Ming was wrapping his wounds and thinking about how to die, the radiation patients had surrounded him and were slowly approaching.
Romance Thick fog suddenly sprayed in, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
I could only hear waves of cries and screams.
Xiao Ming crawled out from the pile of dead people.
His ability to identify locations by listening to sounds and the heavy fog saved his life.
No, it just delayed his death.
He targeted a direction and charged, leaving the remaining enemies behind.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly pulled back his feet and almost hit a wall.
It turned out to be a house.
He jumped into the house through the broken window and immediately hid under the window sill, listening to the footsteps outside hurriedly passing by from far to near.
Only then did he take a breath and looked down at his abdomen.
His clothes were soaked with blood.
The strange thing was that he showed no signs of dying from his injuries.
Could it be that he was seriously injured and was about to die?
Could it be that the fat man's knife only broke his belly and did not hurt his internal organs?
He recalled that the knife was indeed too fast, but he was not slow to dodge.
Maybe, it was really possible.
Xiao Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he had the urge to open the wound and check it out, but he didn't have the courage after all.
It would be difficult for anyone else to have the courage to face his open belly.
He closed his eyes and felt the injured area.
Although it was painful, it was almost concentrated on his belly, not under his belly.
Perhaps, he might not die.
Xiao Ming's heart comes alive, no matter what, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
He recalled the knowledge of life-saving in the wild taught by Qin Wu.
He must first close the wound and disinfect it to stop bleeding.
He wanted to quickly find a needle and thick thread to sew up his belly.
Unfortunately, he didn't see these useful little things in the survival bag just now.
Xiao Ming opened his eyes.
He was in a house.
Where someone lived, he would definitely find these things.
Don't forget, he was an experienced digger.
The heavy fog outside has not dissipated.
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Although the windows of the house are broken, the impact is not big.
The view is quite clear.
It can be seen that this is a large guest living room.
It is in a mess.
The main entrance has been completely destroyed, and it seems to have been ransacked.
Generally, there are still black blood stains left in many places.
Obviously, this is the masterpiece left by the nuclear zombie army that once captured this place.
Xiao Ming listened to the noise outside, then went into the equally messy bedroom against the wall, rummaging through the drawers for a sewing box, or even a fishhook, as long as it could suture the wound.
As a result, he didn't find any of these things.
He only found a few scattered paper clips in the corner of a drawer.
He couldn't delay any longer and could only hold on to the scalpers.
Xiao Ming leaned against the corner, took off his gas mask, put the paper clip in his mouth, disinfected it with saliva, and at the same time unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the gaping wound, with gurgling blood and looming intestines, which shocked him.
He spit out the paper clip, twisted the clothes into a ball, and bit it in his mouth.
The smell of blood stimulated his taste buds, and he felt better about himself.
He picked up a paper clip, turned away one end, pinched the belly in the middle of the wound with one hand, and pushed the needle through with force with the other hand, even through the leather and flesh.
Trembling, this feeling is really not something that humans should endure.
Just like sewing a button, he endured the severe pain, extending from the middle to both ends, and just nailed the open belly together.
He was sweating profusely and almost fainted.
Of course he couldn't faint.
He poured all the remaining trauma medicine on the wound, put all the band-aids on it, and then wrapped it with gauze.
After this treatment, the bleeding stopped.
As long as the internal organs were not injured, his life was temporary.
No worries.
The scene of Xiao Ming dealing with his own wounds appeared on every electronic screen that was live broadcasting.
Almost every audience member frowned and felt heartbroken, and received a vivid lesson in self-rescue and survival
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