In March, it was originally the day when spring was warm and flowers bloomed. Changsha is an inland city. Spring comes early every year, but the sky is always gloomy, and occasionally a few gray snowflakes will fall, and the bitter cold wind will not stop for a moment.

In the past, people came and went, and all kinds of vehicles were flowing endlessly. Outside the towering wall, there were wandering zombies everywhere. The cold wind was cold and terrifying zombies surrounded the airport wall and refused to disperse for a long time.

Inside the fence, there was another scene. On the runway, there was no lively scene of a plane taking off and landing every few minutes. Various models of passenger planes were parked in a mess. There was still a wreckage at the end of the runway. The fire had already been extinguished. The darkened fuselage could no longer be seen as the airline's passenger plane. The walls around the airport followed the three steps, one stairs and five steps. The soldiers wearing Type 07 training uniforms held guns, staring at every move outside the fence with tired eyes, and they didn't dare to relax at all times. The soldiers would stomp their feet from time to time to restore the frozen bodies.

The airport waiting hall was filled with refugee survivors. The haggard adults crowded together in groups of three or five, leaning against each other to keep warm. They no longer had the energy to complain about the cold weather. Compared to the outside where there were zombies everywhere, the waiting hall could not be blown by the wind and rain could not be wet by the rain.

The children also lost the noise of the past. They were pale and thin, and had long lost their strength. They snuggled in their parents' arms, their flashing eyes full of despair.

All the shops in the terminal were requisitioned, and dozens of young men and women were busy in different kitchens. The steamer was turned out, and the fire on the stove was burning brightly. The steamer was steaming out. The master of the spoon kept stirring the spoon in the pot. The hundreds of refugees in the airport were barely living by relying on the current ten pots and the food found in the convenience store.

A sweet female voice came out on the radio: "Dear citizens, please note that today's lunch has been prepared. Please go to the corresponding window to collect it according to your respective license plates. Please consciously maintain the order in the hall. Parents who take children should take care of their children. Thank you for your cooperation."

After the radio was played twice, the hall suddenly became even more chaotic. People took out lunch boxes from their luggage, stood up and walked towards their respective destinations. The parents also hugged their children tightly, for fear of accidents in the chaos. Several fully armed soldiers patrolled back and forth with guns, but there was no too much chaos. Lunch was very simple, one bowl of porridge for each person, a spoonful of Lao Ganma or other pickles.

No one complained that there were once several thorns who were dissatisfied with such military control system and threw a bowl and ran out to cause trouble. However, after just jumping out, they were dragged down by fully armed soldiers and shot directly. Since then, no one dared to object.

The sound on the radio belongs to a woman Zhao Qiang longs for a long time. Peng Sha. For so many days, Peng Sha has always sat alone on the control tower, always staring at the direction of the city. In order to be the first to know the news from the outside world, Peng Sha took the initiative to take on the role of broadcaster and engaged in boring dispatching work every day.

Pengsha always saw the day of retreat. The soldiers had already run out of ammunition and food. There were dozens of unarmed ordinary survivors including him who needed protection. With the strength of the soldiers, if they abandoned everyone and broke through with all their strength, I believe that most people could break through successfully.

In order to take care of everyone, the soldiers had no choice but to choose the most primitive way of breaking through. The bullets were exhausted. The soldiers thrust their chests with bayonets and daggers and faced the zombie army. In order to allow the large army to break through smoothly, many soldiers rushed into the zombie group screaming. Those desperate screams seemed to be echoing in Pengsha's ears.

Is he okay? Peng Sha fell into deep thought. Every day when sitting on the tower, Peng Sha always fell into such thoughts. I heard from Uncle Wang that Zhao Qiang should be safe with a master, but after so long, there was no news about Zhao Qiang. On the way to retreat, I encountered many rescue teams one after another, and more and more survivors, but after searching them all, I didn’t find Zhao Qiang’s figure.

Pengsha didn't know that in order to find more survivors, Zhao Qiang's main goal was the city. Although the prison was not far from Huanghua Airport, Pengsha's troops were already stretched for the defense of the airport, so there was no strength to send a search team to search for the whereabouts of an ordinary person. Zhao Qiang's search direction was exactly the opposite of the airport, so there was no intersection between the two sides.

Pengsha never gave up hope. He would come back and he would definitely come back to pick me up. With this belief, Pengsha took on the boring dispatch task in the airport without hesitation. She sat on the high tower every day and looked at the city area. She could see all the movements in the airport, and she could receive any news as soon as possible.

"It's time to have a meal." The voice of a middle-aged man interrupted Pengsha's contemplation.

Peng Sha quickly wiped away the tears that appeared at some point in his eyes, stood up and turned around, and said, "Uncle Wang, you are here."

Uncle Wang's name is Wang Baoquan. He was the one who led the rescue team to rescue Pengsha. This middle-aged soldier is the highest rank in the airport. In front of this girl who is about the same level as his daughter, Wang Baoquan had no airs at all, and was as kind as a father: "Well, sit down, are you thinking about him again?"

Pengsha nodded, sat back to her seat, lowered her head and said nothing, her face full of anxiety.

Wang Baoquan stood aside, staring at the window, and said, "Don't worry, he will be fine, I believe in my eyes." As an old soldier, Wang Baoquan can be said to have seen countless people. That day, just a glance from the telescope, Zhao Qiang's skills still left a deep impression on him.

"But……"

"It's nothing, Xiao Peng, hurry up and have a meal, I'm here." Wang Baoquan interrupted Peng Sha's words. Wang Baoquan admired this strong girl the more he looked at it.

Pengsha didn't say anything, stood up and walked out, but after walking for a few steps, he suddenly raised his ears and seemed to be listening. After listening carefully for a while, Pengsha suddenly shouted: "Uncle Wang, have you heard it?"
Chapter completed!