Isn't this Rudolph's helicopter?
Rudolph standing in front of the helicopter also confirmed this idea.
Rudolph raised his hand to stop the car, and Gordon stopped the car.
Everyone looked at him coldly.
Sneijder no longer looked good, but still said jokingly: "Why did you stop?
Are you coming to pick us up?"
Rudolph said helplessly: "The helicopter can't fly."
"We're out of gas."
Regel sneered, "We don't have much gas either."
"It's not that there's no oil."
Rudolph's wry smile at this time made people feel that he deserved it: "It's because the oil tank is leaking."
It's really ridiculous.
After getting on the helicopter, the fuel was full, but the fuel tank was leaking.
The devil's ability to play with people is truly at its peak, and one cannot help but admire him.
Rudolph snatched a helicopter at the cost of his life, and after working on it for a long time, the distance he could fly was not as far as theirs.
"Take me away, I'm still useful."
At this time, Rudolph still had the nerve to ask to follow the team.
I really admire his shamelessness.
Cheng Qianxun suddenly said: "Rudolph, did you shoot and hurt Locke?"
Before Rudolph went to the helicopter, Gordon gave him a shotgun with only one bullet left for self-defense, which was what he requested.
"It wasn't me."
Rudolf explained innocently: "It was a misfire, and it didn't hit Locke.
He strained his thigh muscle himself, for fear that I wouldn't save him, and deliberately framed me.
If I had still If you have the ability, really pull him back, and you will find that there are no bullet holes in his thighs.”
It seems reasonable, but Locke has been blown to pieces.
Not to mention checking the bullet hole, he probably can't even get a piece of meat.
"Then Locke told you to kill him, why didn't you shoot?"
Gordon turned to look at the helicopter.
Military aircraft should be equipped with weapons.
"There is no ammunition, just an empty shell.
If you don't believe me, go and see it.
If there is a bomb, I will drop it.
Even if I have a problem with Locke, it would be nice to kill some zombies."
Rudolph raised his thumb and pointed at the helicopter. pointed.
"Then let's go take a look."
Gordon looked at Rudolph suspiciously, who seemed to be extremely aggrieved.
"I'm going too."
Regel jumped out of the car and said to Sneijder: "Where's your little pistol?
Take it out.
If you see zombies, bastards or the like, if they dare to touch the car, you don't need to warn them, just shoot." " "Don't be so defensive about me."
Rudolph looked more and more innocent.
Then took Gordon and Regal to the helicopter.
"I'm going to make it easier."
Cheng Qianxun felt a little anxious.
She stood up, looked around, and then opened the back door.
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"Be careful.
Hurry" Sneijder warned.
After getting out of the car, Cheng Qianxun secretly ducked and went to the other side of the road.
Will be back soon After getting in the car, her face didn't look good.
"They haven't come back yet.
Oh, it seems Rudolph is telling the truth.
They started searching for anything else in the helicopter."
Sneed held the small pistol in his hand, obviously this kind of The pistol was too small for him.
Rudolf and Regel came back with two bags of things.
Regel threw the things into the open trunk at the back: "There is nothing, only two spare parachutes.
Maybe these cloths can be used."
Cheng Qianxun raised his head and looked towards the helicopter: "Where's Gordon?"
Rudolf threw the parachute into the trunk and took out an empty plastic fuel tank from it: "I'm looking at the helicopter fuel tank.
I hope there is something left.
Aviation kerosene can theoretically be used."
A helicopter can't fly without fuel, but that doesn't mean there's nothing left in the tank.
After a while.
Rudolph and Gordon came back.
Gordon's hands were black and stained with oil, and he added about half a liter of kerosene into the jeep's fuel tank.
Rudolph didn't get in the car and waited for Gordon to finish filling up the tank.
Standing nearby, he begged: "You'd better take me with you, otherwise you won't even know where the helicopter's fuel tank is."
"Come up then" Gordon looked at everyone.
He waved impatiently behind him.
There was room for three people in the back seat.
Sneijder wanted to make room, but Cheng Qianxun forced him to squeeze into the door and let Rudolph sit on her side.
"This amount of fuel is enough to drive another fifty kilometers."
Rudolf pointed to the empty road ahead: "About forty kilometers ahead, there are houses on the roadside.
Let's drive over and take a look."
There is a house, no matter how dilapidated it is, but it still has a relatively safe place to spend the night.
So Gordon started the vehicle and drove forward at a moderate speed.
Sure enough, after driving for about an hour, on a grassy field about a kilometer away from the road, there was a manor consisting of a two-story angular house in the middle and several cabins next to it.
Gordon drove the car directly over, turned off the engine, and asked everyone to get their tools and start searching.
There were no zombies, but a few live chickens could be seen pecking around in the yard where the crops were almost withered.
Among the huts on both sides, one should be a stable, and there were no horses in it.
The other room should be a pigsty.
Everyone smelled the rotten smell.
Gordon carefully approached with a shovel and waved his hands: "It's okay."
Others walked over, and it turned out that it was the stench of a pig carcass that had been chewed to pieces.
After so many days, everyone has almost become numb to such horrible and disgusting things, especially after cutting a zombie open today and smearing himself with putrid and suffocating corpse liquid to pretend to be a zombie.
There are still more than two hours before dark, and everyone is busy.
Gordon and Rudolph went to their rooms to get ready for the night while Sneed went to catch the chickens.
After catching two, he carried the chickens backwards to the manual water pump.
The parachute was opened and set up, forming a small private space where Cheng Qianxun took a bath.
Reger was fetching water, and he pressed the handle of the water pump, and buckets of water were pumped out.
He carried the water to the parachute.
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A thin hand inside carried the water in, and then there was a "squeaking" sound of watering inside.
A breeze blew by, and the wind rolled up the side of the parachute, and a pair of smooth and slender legs stood on the wet ground inside.
The two big men looked straight at them, hoping that the wind would blow stronger, but the parachute fell quickly and the wind never blew again.
"Yeah," Sneijder cleared his throat: "You took care of the chickens, and I went to the fields to take a look.
It seems that some potatoes were planted there."
Gordon and Rudolf came over.
At this time, Cheng Qianxun had also finished washing.
She tore open the parachute and wrapped it around her body: "Finally washed, I have never smelled so bad, not even if I fell into a cesspit."
Smelly" She walked barefoot towards the house: "I wonder if there are any suitable clothes inside."
But no one answered.
She looked back and blushed slightly.
All the men stared at her with burning eyes.
Gordon coughed and said, "Yes, they are all piled on the sofa.
You can choose by yourself."
She smiled and said, "Thank you."
You may die every day.
They can watch it if they like.
It can be regarded as a small interlude in their escape life, just like a blockbuster film that always needs to be slightly ambiguous.
The clothes are basically relatively large.
There are only clothes that suit her. . .
When the cleaned chicken pieces are cooked in the oil pan, a fragrance has spread out.
Gordon, Regal, and Rudolf were hammering the doors and windows with boards, and they couldn't help but twitch their noses.
Sneijder stood nearby, helping to peel the potatoes, and looked sideways at Cheng Qianxun, who was flipping the chicken pieces with a spatula from time to time.
He burst into laughter.
She is wearing a cute bear pajama set with a hat and ears, which is the only one here that fits the size.
Cheng Qianxun pretended not to know anything and searched among the dusty condiments next to him: "Do you have rice wine?
Huadiao will also do?"
"Yellow wine" Sneijder waved his hand and helped to flip it: "Yellow wine is what Europeans use wine, rum, mint julep..."
It's hard to imagine the taste of these wines in potato and chicken soup.
She frowned slightly: "I don't have any lighter wine.
I'll try rice wine."
"How about beer?"
Sneijder had already cut off the power from the side.
Take out a can of beer from the refrigerator that smells musty.
"Then let's try this one."
Cheng Qianxun opened the beer and added all the beer in.
The oil pan suddenly made a "sizzling" sound.
The aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of chicken suddenly rises.
There was no bread or sausages, just chickens and potatoes that were not rotten from the ground.
When the meal started, a large pot of potato and chicken soup was brought to the table.
When the lid was opened, all the men took a deep breath.
After all, it is original chicken, and the oil floating on the soup surface is golden yellow.
"Oh.
If there are zombies outside, they will definitely change their eating habits."
Sneijder twitched his nose suddenly, looking greedy.
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"Haha, it will be ready soon."
Cheng Qianxun quickly scooped a large spoonful into each bowl: "Be careful to boil it.
Such a big pot is enough to eat."
The men all rushed to grab a soup bowl.
Cheng Qianxun was so anxious that he shouted: "Blow it, it's very hot."
"Whoo, whoo, whoo" each one looked embarrassed, but they still looked like they had been hungry for three days, for fear of being slowed down.
The pot of soup was almost finished.
Everyone was lying down and leaning on each other with their bulging bellies, unable to move at all.
"Are there any chickens left?"
Gordon let out a long breath, only to burp again.
Reger said what Gordon and others wanted to say: "I'll still want it in the morning."
"There are a few more."
Sneijder almost reached his throat, and then he heard the sound of chickens clucking outside and the howls of zombies.
So he added: "It may be gone now."
Rudolf couldn't help but sigh: "To conquer a man, you must first conquer his stomach.
If I survive, I will definitely marry a woman with such cooking skills."
Cheng Qianxun also ate a lot.
Lying on the sofa next to Sneijder, he sneered: "Which woman dares to marry you?
I don't know if you will cook her one night."
The other men suddenly laughed softly.
Although there is nothing to eat here, there are many quilts and mattresses, allowing everyone to have a separate bed.
After eating and drinking enough, I slept very comfortably that night.
It was daybreak again, and the wooden board nailed to the door was removed.
Sneijder went out to search and came back.
"As expected, all the chickens were eaten.
I got some potatoes."
Sneijder said regretfully.
"Just potatoes," it's better than nothing.
Cheng Qianxun poured a basket of potatoes freshly dug out of the soil into the sink and started peeling them.
"Oh, and this."
Sneijder magically took out a cloth package, and when he opened it, there were four eggs inside.
"That's great" Cheng Qianxun cheered and took the egg carefully.
"Haha, you look happier than my ex-girlfriend when she saw diamonds."
Sneijder laughed: "It seems that these chickens did some good things before they died.
The zombies are obviously not interested in eggs either."
Plates were placed on the table one after another, consisting of fried potato cubes that were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, paired with golden scrambled eggs
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