Sea of Zombies.

Standing on the watchtower and looking at it, the dense zombies stood in a black oppressive area. This scene could only be seen in the city center, but now it is in the quiet suburbs. No one knows why the xenomorph wave erupted, perhaps because of the lack of living space in the city center, or because of the urge to forage for food en masse, but in any case, it happened.

Such a desperate scene makes it difficult for any viewer not to feel numb.

Twenty meters of walls does not give people more security, because ......

A howl sounded, and the thrower staggered towards the wall of the fishbone base, and at the soldiers on the wall, he threw out the young zombie he was dragging in his hand. Baby-sized zombies wept miserably, their mouths wide open, and threw themselves at the soldiers who were shooting with rifles on the wall.

And then it exploded!

"Ahh However, he was okay, and the two soldiers at the center of the explosion were directly blurred by the explosion, apparently out of breath.

"Grass, there is a thrower, kill him!" Wang Zhaowu shouted at the headset.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a sniper bullet exploded the head of the thrower.

With a "click" pull on the bolt, Sun Jiao stepped on the wall with one foot, and continued to point at the corpses with a ghost sniper rifle domineeringly. Pull the trigger again, expertly killing a thrower who had just raised his hand.

Looking at this scene, Wang Zhaowu only felt a burst of fear. It's not because of Sun Jiao's marksmanship, but because of her identity as the marshal's wife.

This Nima, if her safety is the slightest mistake. Jiang Chen had to tear him up when he came back. However, he tried to persuade her to go down, but Sun Jiao didn't pay any attention to it. Still standing on the wall as he should.

From an objective point of view, Sun Jiao is indeed the person with the strongest single combat effectiveness in the entire base. It is almost impossible to find a soldier standing here who has been training for more than a year. And Sun Jiao has been walking on the wasteland since she was a child, and it has been more than ten years now.

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Wang Zhaowu had no choice but to give up.

There are only 5 T-3 power armors deployed in the Fishbone base, and the rest are evenly distributed to the long defensive line of the Sixth Block. It is said that there is even more of a hard-hit area, and the overwhelming mutant mosquitoes almost broke through the defense line. Fortunately, there are more old fritters in the sixth block, and many people are masters of wandering the wasteland all year round, and all the private goods such as fire-breathing robots and fuel bombs have been taken out, anyway, as an executive officer, Chu Nan announced that the military government would reimburse them for their losses. In order to save his life, no one cares about private hiding.

This side of the fish bone base. In addition to the 5 T-3s, the newly developed T-4 only had time to build 2 units. And now they are all placed on the city wall, using the machine gun in their hands to vent their fire on the zombie horde.

Outside the wall, a group of drone attack groups cruised at low altitudes, shooting the zombie in the head with a mounted small-caliber rifle.

In addition, there are soldiers in heavy all-angle body armor crouched behind the walled bunkers, carrying canisters full of organic synthetic fuel on their backs and spray guns in their hands, ready for possible flying xenomorphs.

Whether it's a light infantryman with a Ripper rifle or a fireman with a machine gun. All combat units on the fence have only one mission.

That is to do everything possible to kill the zombies at a distance from the base.

Just as Wang Zhaowu was looking at the corpses with a frown, Jiang Chen climbed the sentry tower.

"Marshal. Wang Zhaowu hurriedly gave a military salute.

"How's the situation?" No nonsense, Jiang Chen asked straight to the point.

He's only been away for less than a few hours. I didn't expect the situation to deteriorate to this extent. Looking at the endless sea of corpses in the distance, he suddenly felt that the entire base was like a lonely boat.

"It's bad, there are so many zombies. Wang Zhaowu said with a wry smile.

You won't die without being hit in the head. When a certain number of zombies have formed, even though the walls are filled with heavily loaded soldiers and sentry machine guns spitting tongues of fire. But he was still touched to the corner by the running zombie.

Under the wall, the zombies roared with their heads held high, and stretched their arms frantically at the top of the 20-meter-high wall. I want to climb over the fence and tear apart the living inside. The zombies in the back rushed in and trampled on the zombies in front, forming a steep slope composed of corpses.

This is also what worries Wang Zhaowu the most.

Twenty meters is also the height of a six-story building, and if you want to fill in a steep slope, that is, the matter of ten thousand zombies. And the zombies that have expanded outward from the city center are not only tens of thousands?

In order to stop the zombies' human ladder tactics, the soldiers on the wall ripped off the grenades and threw them at the zombie crowd next to the wall. But this method is not a cure for the symptoms after all, even if the grenade can cause objective damage to the zombies gathered together, but the corpses of the zombies are still piled under the wall after all.

Through the bulletproof glass, Jiang Chen stared at the broken faces. Every now and then, a lump or two of baby zombies smashed into the glass of the conning tower, exploding a dark green stain.

"Marshal. Wang Zhaowu took a deep breath and said carefully.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Where is the marshal's wife......" Wang Zhaowu was afraid that Jiang Chen wouldn't see it, so he stretched out his hand and pointed to the location of the wall and reminded.

Seeing Sun Jiao shooting with a sniper rifle, Jiang Chen sighed helplessly.

"Let it be. ”

He could probably understand her desire to help. It's only the early days of the xenotide now, and it's not very dangerous, so if she wants to be on the front line, let her be. What's more, with her combat strength, she will be fine if all the people on the wall are dead.

"What about the screamer mortars in the base?" raised the binoculars and observed the distribution of zombies in the distance, and in that group of corpses, Jiang Chen faintly saw a few spitters with their bellies upright.

"It's ready. Wang Zhaowu replied.

The ammunition for mortars is not unlimited, and the reserve of the base of fish bones is only 2000 rounds. Only when the zombies have formed not only the number, but also the density, the mortar bombardment efficiency is the highest. So far, Wang Zhaowu has not used mortar positions.

"Then use it now, 6. 6 km, spit appeared. Stuffing the binoculars into his chest, Jiang Chen said in a deep voice.

Wang Zhaowu was taken aback, and hurriedly picked up the telescope and looked over.

I had been worrying about the things at hand just now, and I forgot to pay attention to the distance.

Reaching out and pressing on the headset, Wang Zhaowu immediately ordered.

"Attention mortar squad, azimuth 72 °, distance 6. 5 km, fire!"

"Roger. ”

Immediately, the sound of cannon discharges was heard in the square in the center of the base. Ten Screamer mortars formed a formation, operated by 10 gunners. Artillery shells are sent into the air by electromagnetic ejection at a maximum range of up to 12 km.

On average, 20 rounds were fired per minute, and 200 shells were used for the one-minute shelling alone.

In the field of vision, the dozens of spitters were instantly covered by a barrage of bullets falling from the sky.

The billowing smoke rushed up dozens of meters high, and it was a full minute before a new zombie passed through the smoke. And those who spit have apparently been blown to pieces.

"How many shells can a military factory produce every day?" Looking at the black smoke in the distance, Jiang Chen asked Wang Zhaowu beside him.

"If the supply of materials is sufficient, the maximum production capacity is 200 rounds. Wang Zhaowu replied.

200 rounds? This day's output is not enough for a minute of shelling.

Jiang Chen touched his chin and pondered.

He was now thinking about whether or not he should get something from this world. (To be continued.) )