doomsday survival

Chapter 152 Chen Qiong's Death ([-])

Hearing Shi Jian's voice, Chen Qiong opened his eyes and gave Shi Jian a hard smile.

Feng Kuang frowned, and said softly and sternly: "Hush! Let him have a good rest." Obviously, he was dissatisfied with Shi Jian's yelling.

Shi Jian knew that he had made a mistake, and immediately smiled apologetically at Feng Kuang, and asked softly, "How did you do it?"

At this time, Chen Qiong put her hands on the ground, struggling to get up.Feng Kuang hurriedly squatted down to help him up, letting Chen Qiong lean in his arms.

Chen Qiong first took a deep breath, then smiled, and said weakly: "Shi Jian, I might die."

His voice was so faint that Shi Jian had to put his ear close to his mouth to hear it clearly.

Seeing Chen Qiong's weakness like this, Shi Jian had an ominous premonition in his heart.With tears in his eyes, he shook his head and said, "No, you're definitely fine."

"I, I really, can't do it. The injury is just right, my body is weak, and I shot a grenade again. I really can't do it." Chen Qiong paused after speaking, out of breath.

"How could it be? I don't believe it. You are a special soldier. Veterans never die." Shi Jian panicked and uttered MacArthur's famous words.

"Old soldiers never die, they just fade away. Haha, that's right." Chen Qiong murmured.Then he burst out laughing, his face flushed red with excitement, his energy improved, he spoke with much more strength, and sat up straight, no longer leaning on Feng Kuang's body.

"Look, I knew you lied to me." Shi Jian also smiled, and said with confidence.

Feng Kuang's complexion suddenly changed, he closed his eyes, two muddy tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and said in a choked voice: "Shi Jian, let the old man speak."

Chen Qiong turned around and smiled at him, and said, "Old lunatic, I will never die, will I?"

Feng Kuang smiled reluctantly and nodded.

Seeing Feng Kuang's appearance, Shi Jian felt a little puzzled.He couldn't figure out why Chen Qiong had obviously improved, but Feng Kuang was even more sad.

Suddenly, a word flashed in his mind - back and forth!Shi Jian couldn't hold back his tears any longer, and they flowed out suddenly.

Seeing that Shi Jian understood his situation, Chen Qiong smiled and said, "This is not a problem. I should have died on the Ryukyu battlefield more than 50 years ago."

"Old Chen, if you have anything else to say, just say it, I'm listening." Shi Jian said with a heavy nasal voice.

"It's nothing, it's just nagging. I'm old, and I love to be nagging," Chen Qiong closed her eyes and took a rest, and said slowly, "I don't know what kind of people I will meet when I go south this time. I hope you Can remember, no matter what time, you must stick to your heart, and don't be fooled by the concept of the end of the world."

Shi Jian nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Of course, this does not mean that you should deal with problems completely according to the point of view of your previous life. Remember, you have to be flexible. As long as you can achieve your goals, you can use appropriate means. The opposite of white is not necessarily black." Chen Qiong continued to exhort.

"I see, you rest for a while, we'll talk about this later." Shi Jian said in a low voice.

Chen Qiong shook her head, ignored Shi Jian and continued: "Xiao Wu, you handled it well this time and turned a bad thing into a good thing. Don't think that this matter is not fair enough, and politics is not so dark. In order to achieve the goal, appropriate Compromise and flexibility are still necessary, just like the tactics I taught you."

Chen Qiong took another breath, and said: "Finally, you must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others." After speaking, Chen Qiong slowly closed her eyes.

Feng Kuang only felt his arms sinking downwards, his heart felt cold, he hugged Chen Qiong tightly in his arms, and cried bitterly: "Old disabled!"

"Old Chen!" Shi Jian grabbed Chen Qiong's arm, crying bitterly.

Only then did the people standing far away realize that the elder of the tribe, the one-armed Chen Qiong, had passed away.

Everyone didn't know much about Chen Qiong, probably because after they joined the Xing'an tribe, Chen Qiong seldom showed up due to injuries.Everyone thought that this old man with one arm missing was very lucky to be appointed as an elder by the leader.

Later, I heard intermittently from Shi Jian and the others that the training method was formulated by Chen Qiong, which was a bit impressive.

However, as Chen Qiong's injury worsened, everyone thought he was dead.As a result, as soon as the leader came back, he was pulled back from the death line.Shi Jian's anxiety at that time had already made some people feel that this elder was unusual.

In the next battle with the zombies, although I don't know how many zombies Chen Qiong killed, but seeing that he and Feng Kuang were still able to shoot when others threw grenades, everyone guessed that Chen Qiong's marksmanship should be very accurate , may be much more accurate than the leader.

But now, everyone is out of danger, but Chen Qiong died suddenly.Seeing the four veterans of the Xing'an tribe who were surrounded by grief, everyone remembered what Shi Jian had said inadvertently.

"If Elder Chen were 20 years younger, he would be the leader of the tribe. Even now, I am not as good as him."

Although there wasn't much contact, and the relationship was not deep, but this was already the third person in the tribe to die in succession, and it was less than twelve hours.

Everyone felt a little sad because they didn't know when they would die, so they moved involuntarily, gathered around Chen Qiong's body, and bowed their heads in silent mourning.

Ava and Andre, who lost Ivan, and Feng Chen and Meizi, who lost their brothers, were even more moved by the scene and cried together.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the low desire overwhelmed the city, making it even more hazy.The leaves made a hoarse sound in the bleak wind, playing an elegy for Chen Qiong.

After weeping for a while, Shi Jian wiped away the tears on his face, picked up the engineering shovel again, and began to dig a grave for Chen Qiong.He stubbornly refused everyone's help and insisted on building Chen Qiong's final residence alone.

Seeing that Shi Jian refused to listen to his advice, Xia Qing sobbed and said, "Brother Jian, at least you should let me be with you. We were all taught by Mr. Chen."

Shi Jian nodded silently, and Xia Qing started digging together with him.

After the tomb was dug, Shi Jian dug out a white sheet from the supplies left in the car, tore it into strips, and tied one on the forehead and waist of himself, Xia Qing, and Xia Rou.

Feng Kuang knew that Shi Jian was wearing hemp and filial piety for Chen Qiong. While sad, he was also somewhat relieved.Looking at Chen Qiong's peaceful face, he murmured: "Old and disabled, you are worthy, someone will wear mourning for you."

Shi Jian and Xia Qing arranged Chen Qiong's clothes, lifted them up, and gently put them into the grave.

But Feng Kuang couldn't bear to see his old friend buried, so he staggered to the side of the car, lit a bag of cigarettes, and smoked silently, recalling the 50 years of living with Chen Qiong.

After adding soil to Chen Qiong's tomb, Shi Jian removed the partition of an iron cabinet and nailed it deep into the ground.Then use a knife to carve a line of words on it.

The tomb of Chen Qiong, an elder and undead veteran of the Xing'an Tribe—the unworthy apprentice Shi Jian and his wife wept!
After doing all this, he pulled Xia Qing and Xia Rou to kneel down together, and kowtowed hard three times.

What Shi Jian did surprised others, what kind of etiquette is this, people who are not close relatives can't enjoy it.

Just as everyone was wondering, Shi Jian and the three stood up.Shi Jian turned to the people standing silently behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Today is the most unfortunate day for the Xing'an tribe. From about six o'clock last night to now, we have lost three relatives. Just now, Chen, whom I have always respected, The elder has passed away, which makes me more sad."

Everyone listened silently, without a sound.

"Both Elder Chen and Elder Feng can be regarded as my mentors. He taught many things, from fighting to being a man. It can be said that without the two elders Chen Feng, the Xing'an tribe would not be where it is today. The departure of Elder Chen is the result of the Xing'an tribe. Great loss, now, let us mourn for Elder Chen together for 3 minutes." After Shi Jian finished speaking, he bowed his head in silence.

When everyone held the funeral for Xiao Wu, they already knew what silent mourning was, and they all lowered their heads to mourn for Chen Qiong silently.

After 3 minutes, Shi Jian raised his head and continued to say in a sad voice: "Because of Elder Chen's injury, everyone has little contact with him and doesn't know much about him. In the future, I will tell everyone his story."

Shi Jian paused and said: "Now, the dead are gone, and we living people must follow their steps. Their spirit of fighting against fate for survival will always inspire us!"

"May Elder Chen, Xiao Wu and Ivan protect us with the spirits in the sky!" Shi Jian said softly.

A simple funeral and a simple eulogy brought a successful conclusion to Chen Qiong, a former battle hero and undead veteran.

Shi Jian looked back at the simple tombstone again, and murmured: "Old Chen, one day, I will come back and rebuild a real tombstone for you!"

He walked slowly towards Feng Kuang who was still at the side, and comforted him in a low voice: "Old Feng, you have to persevere."

At this time, there were no tears in Feng Kuang's eyes, he smiled and said, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"As long as you're fine, I'm really afraid..." Shi Jian stopped talking.

Feng Kuang punched Shi Jian's chest, and scolded with a smile: "Can you talk, kid?"

Shi Jian pretended to be in pain from his beating, clutched his chest, rolled his eyes, and made Feng Kuang laugh out loud.

The two laughed for a while, and Shi Jian asked, "What is the reason for Lao Chen? I don't understand it now."

Feng Kuang sighed and told the whole story.

After Chen Qiong's injury worsened last time, her body has been in a weak state, and before she fully recovered, she was attacked by zombies.

If Chen Qiong only used guns, he would not be here, but because of the emergency, Chen Qiong had to use grenades.

The recoil caused by the grenade launch was no longer something that Chen Qiong's old age and weak body could bear.In addition, his rate of fire was kept at eight rounds per minute, which made things worse, causing serious damage to his heart and lungs.

Because of being on the road all the time, Chen Qiong exhausted all his last life potential.After resting, Chen Qiong, who was relaxed, could no longer hold on.

"Alas," Feng Kuang sighed, and said in a deep voice, "The best destination for a hero is in a bed, and the old and disabled are worthy of death."

Shi Jian stood silently for a while, then turned around and said loudly to everyone in the tribe: "The hero is gone, we should leave too, to find the legendary island of refuge, the paradise of human beings!"

(End of this chapter)