I am the barbarian king

Chapter 50 Pain without weapons!
Standing at the south gate, Zhang Fan looked towards the east, and within a few tens of meters of his line of sight, there were several lost zombies dangling around.

The distance from the south gate of the School of Political Science and Law to the commercial street is about 800 meters. There are no shops on the left and right sides, and they are all surrounded by iron fences.

Across the road is also the site of the School of Political Science and Law. It is called the South Campus, but it is actually just a place for physical education and gardening classes.

The area of ​​the South Campus is about one third of that of the North Campus, occupying the first platform just after going up the mountain. It can be said that after going up the mountain, the first few hundred meters from east to west are the scope of the School of Political Science and Law from south to north.

On the curb, clusters of green plants appeared densely, completely blocking the original pedestrian road.

Li Yihui was a little curious, stepped forward two steps, looked carefully, and found that it turned out to be a weed.

"Why are there so many weeds here, and no one has cleaned them up?"

Li Yihui muttered in a low voice, feeling that the weeds outside the south gate were a bit too high, more than half a meter long.

He was soon full of doubts. Before the apocalypse came, although he was taking physical education classes through the underground passage to the north and south campuses, he could still see the situation outside the school through the fence. At that time, there seemed to be no such tall weeds.

While talking, Li Yihui looked at Zhang Fan, wanting to see if he knew something.

The short time we got along these few days gave him an inexplicable feeling towards Zhang Fan, as if this person knew a lot.

Seeing that Zhang Fan hadn't spoken for a long time, but was still moving forward steadily, Li Yihui felt regretful, and followed along while quietly looking at the weeds on the roadside.

After observing for a while, he found a situation, these weeds grow from the soil between the brick joints, like there are no roads.

"Can you grow so tall in just a few days?"

Li Yihui was very surprised, feeling that the end of the world might be more complicated than he imagined.

"Then if other plants..."

Thinking of this, Li Yihui looked at the trees on both sides of the road, and suddenly froze.

The small trees that were originally three or four meters high and as thick as a fist are now more than ten meters high, and they seem to grow like crazy.

At this moment, the figure who had been following him suddenly sprinted forward.

Li Yihui was startled, and quickly raised his head, only to realize that before they knew it, they were only four or five meters away from a zombie, and Zhang Fan rushed towards this zombie.

"Crack~!"

When Zhang Fan slashed the machete across the neck of the zombie, a sound that had never appeared before came.

He only felt the weight in his hand lighten, as if the knife was out of his hand, and when he turned his head, he realized that only the handle and a severed blade remained in his hand.

Looking at the screaming zombies next to him, and rushing towards him, sure enough, the other side of the knife was still stuck in its neck.

Damn, the knife is broken!

Zhang Fan cursed inwardly, he had broken a machete when he was beating the crawling zombies, and now this one is also broken.

Subconsciously, he wanted to draw out his gun and shoot, but when he thought of making a gunshot in such a quiet and empty night, it was undoubtedly suicidal.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Fan threw away the handle of the knife in his hand, opened the sharp claws that the zombie was waving towards, and put his other hand against the zombie's jaw so that it couldn't bite him. Then, he jumped down very nimbly, Easily go behind the zombie.

Hands interlaced and forceful, "Crack!", and the zombie's head was twisted off abruptly.

"Slap!" After losing nerve conduction, the zombie fell to the ground immediately. However, it was not dead. Although its body could no longer move, its mouth was still opening and closing, and its teeth were biting back and forth, as if still alive. Don't give up, want to eat people.

"Your knife..."

When Li Yihui saw Zhang Fan throwing the knife down at first, he was a little surprised. When he saw that only the handle remained of the thrown knife, smoke came out of his seven orifices, and he almost jumped up in fright.

Just when he thought that Zhang Fan was going to be pounced by that zombie, Zhang Fan fought back with his bare hands, and successfully twisted off the zombie's head.

At the same time, several other wandering zombies finally heard what was going on here, and began to speed up towards this side.

Seeing this scene, Li Yihui was terrified, and hurriedly said: "Zhang Fan, let's go back..."

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Fan turned his head to look at him, smiled lightly, and turned around to meet the zombies.

Next, Li Yihui once again witnessed a scene that seemed to be in the movie world.

Zhang Fan turned into a martial arts master with his bare hands, and he beat the zombies to pieces. After a while, there were a few more zombies on the ground who couldn't move and could only punch their mouths.

Looking at the zombies lying on the ground but still alive, Li Yihui opened his mouth and asked doubtfully, "Aren't you going to kill them?"

"I'm afraid I'll get my shoes dirty!"

Zhang Fan's understated answer made Li Yihui immediately admire him, and felt that this guy's personality was very high, regardless of his character.

Feel cool!
Zhang Fan stood in place, looked at the thrown away knife handle, frowned slightly, and began to think about the way ahead.

Although, he could also kill zombies with his bare hands like now, but on the one hand, it took a lot of effort, and on the other hand, it was time-consuming, and when facing a large number of zombies, it was not easy to use fists alone.

At the very least, with his current strength, he still can't blow the zombie's head off with one punch.

Need to find an improvised weapon.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan saw the iron rod that Li Yihui held in his hand as a crutch, and felt a little disgusted, but he still said:

"Lend me your crutch..."

"I am an iron rod!!!"

After Zhang Fan took the iron rod, he took it in his hand and shook it a few times. He felt that it weighed about four or five catties, which was a little lighter for a weapon with a length of 1.2 meters.

However, in terms of quality, it should be stronger than his machete. Although there is no way to easily cut off the zombie's head, at least it can tear the zombie's head through.

"Okay, let's go!"

Next, the two started moving forward again.

With the iron rod, Zhang Fan picked up the zombies better than before with his bare hands, but it was still not as labor-saving as a machete.

He also tried to use the smashing method. Although he used all his strength and even smashed the zombie's skulls, but did not hurt the core, these zombies would still attack even if they had half their heads left.

In desperation, Zhang Fan could only go back to the previous choice and kill the zombies by poking.

But the iron rod is just a rod after all, and there is no spike at the tip, and it often takes eight or nine percent of his strength to do this step.

At a distance of several hundred meters, Zhang Fan felt out of breath after killing almost a dozen zombies.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from a tall building not far away.

"Help!"

(End of this chapter)