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A pair of empty eyes, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper, peeked through the darkness to the bustling Ping'an Street. In a roar that broke the silence, it turned into a bloodthirsty fierce light.

The zombies shook off their staggering steps, and a pair of thin and powerful hands stretched forward desperately, surging towards the gap in the giant wall of Ping'an Street.

"Roar—"

A mournful roar resounded through the streets, and the sound of gunfire combined to form a symphony of killing.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and used a network of machine gun and rifle bullets to try to push back the crowd of corpses. However, fishing nets can stop fish and shrimp, but they can't catch the waves, and zombies are constantly falling, and zombies are constantly stepping over the corpses in front of them.

They have no pain, and they do not fear death.

Soon, the originally empty streets were already filled with zombies rushing in groups, and the front line had pressed the first barbed wire fence along the street entrance outside the giant wall.

Clusters of flames flickered behind the defensive line, like candles in the wind, as if they were extinguished as soon as they were blown.

"Damn, there are too many of them!"

A zombie lying on a barbed wire with a bayonet from a rifle was stabbed to death, and the soldier in a chemical hazmat suit shook the sticky blood plasma from the bayonet, then squeezed it out again, piercing three or five throats in a row.

"Use a bayonet! Stick it in their face and neck! Don't let them stick to the net, grass! Damn it!"

There are more and more zombies, tearing at the barbed wire with their teeth and nails, and roaring hoarsely at the soldiers behind the barbed wire.

However, what really threatens the safety of the defense line is not their tearing action, but the increasing number of zombies crowding into the barbed wire.

Of course, they can't tear a solid wire, but they can crush the whole wall with numbers!

The firepower of the front-line soldiers has thinned out, and there is no point in firing again. The zombies in the front row are already dead, and they are crushed to the barbed wire by the zombies in the back, like a row of meat shields. The sappers quickly stepped forward and threw heavy objects such as sandbags and garbage bags behind the wire net.

However, as everyone knows, this approach simply won't stop for long.

The only thing that could completely block the tide of corpses was the majestic giant wall, but the giant wall behind them had already fallen......

"Their offensive is too fierce!"

"Ammo! I need ammo! Hurry up and get the ammo box up!"

On the firing tower, the machine gunner, who was suppressing the zombies in the back row, stopped firing and yelled at the logistician.

"The ammunition will have to wait for a while, the supply truck is on its way, you hold on a little longer......" said the logistics soldier sweating profusely,

"Hold the grass Nima, no bullets insist on a fart, Lao Tzu will shoot you out!"

“……”

The ammunition supply situation was not optimistic, and in less than an hour, the machine-gun tower, which had been spewing tongues of fire, came to a halt.

Without machine guns to suppress the back row, the zombies are advancing more and more fiercely.

The barbed wire was already making an overwhelmed chirping, and in many places it had been bent and screws had jumped from above.

The soldiers, who were piercing the rotten flesh with bayonets, began to be frightened and retreated.

Standing on the wall that had not yet collapsed, Song Chenyu looked at the battle situation on the front line, and his brows were twisted.

Suddenly, his fist slammed against the wall and ordered the officer behind him.

"Can't wait any longer, let the death squad go on. ”

The officer was slightly stunned, then his expression turned grim and he stood up and saluted.

"Yes!"

A shrill radio sounded.

At the front line, soldiers in chemical protective suits began to evacuate from the barbed wire.

At the same time, a group of men dressed in armor shaped like rugby armor rubbed shoulders with the retreating soldiers. With chainsaws in both hands, they stepped out onto the battlefield from behind the defensive line. There was no fear in sight behind the visor of tempered glass and iron mesh, and there was no flinching step forward.

They are all refugees in the slums.

Before the armor was welded to death, it was injected with a potion that would not be feared.

Behind them was a makeshift concrete wall, less than two people tall, and many places had not had time to be painted. However, this seemingly unreliable wall is the last line of defense for Ping An Street.

They had to hold it until the sappers had built the third protective wall.

Otherwise, all the work will be lost.

"Ready!"

The barbed wire fence gradually crumbled.

They stood in a row behind the barbed wire, like knights in the Middle Ages, with chainsaws in their hands.

"Kill!"

The roar seemed to dispel the fear in his chest, and the chainsaw in his hand pushed forward an inch in unison.

At the same time, the switch was pressed.

The roaring chainsaw stabbed forward, and often with just a pull, a zombie with a missing arm and leg fell.

Scraps of flesh and consolidated blood flew in the air, and even many survivors who were accustomed to seeing the world could not help but vomit against the wall. However, the death squad members who were in purgatory had long been numbed by the fear in their sight.

For ordinary zombies, these daredevils standing in a row with chainsaws are far more effective than rifles, machine guns, and even infantry guns. However, in the face of the slightly stronger "dangerous species", what awaits them is a nightmare......

"Ahh

A scream rang out, and a wizened zombie grabbed the head of a death squad member, its sharp claws piercing his fragile collar shoulder pads without suspense, and the reed stick seemed to pierce his collarbone entirely, tearing out his stomach girdle and intestines.

It's almost two breaths of time,

The death was cruel and unusual, and the fear spread in everyone's hearts.

I don't know who roared.

"It's the Daredevil!"

Daredevil!

As the name suggests, zombie-type xenomorphs that only appear at night. Although its strength and defense are not strong, its terrifying speed and tricky attack methods make it one of the more terrifying zombies than Roshan.

Especially the ability to analyze the weaknesses of the metamorphosis, his claws can always find the most vulnerable points of the prey.

The defense line formed by the members of the "rugby team" was quickly broken through by the zombies like papier-mâché, and was drowned in the zombie tide along with the roaring chainsaws.

From the fall of the barbed wire to the collapse of the defensive line, it took only ten minutes.

But even though it was completely wiped out, the sacrifice of these cheap cannon fodder still bought precious time for Ping'an Street to consolidate its defensive line.

The retreating soldiers climbed the protective wall, received the ammunition from the rear from the hands of the logisticians, and the machine guns on the firing towers re-ejected fire. However, the pressure they faced was still not small, because dangerous species had gradually begun to appear in the corpse tide.

Not just the Daredevil, but Roshan, and the Baby Bomb Thrower.

Standing on the giant wall, Song Chenyu overlooked the battlefield, his face was gloomy.

At that moment, the herald ran up panting.

"Reports, reinforcements, reinforcements have arrived, and supplies have been successfully sent to the soldiers. The people in the logistics department said that they were placing additional orders for the military factory, and that the second batch of ammunition would arrive soon. Regiment Commander Ding personally issued an order, asking us to hold on!"

"What about the NAC reinforcements, why haven't they moved!" Song Chenyu said through gritted teeth.

There is also Head Ding.

As the head of the regiment, he didn't even show his face at this time!

However, as a subordinate of the head of Ding, he could only hide these words in his heart, and it was impossible for him to say them.

"I don't know, there seem to be zombies at the north gate, and they are now also surrounded in the military base......"

"Don't they have planes!" Song Chenyu roared.

The heralds were speechless.

Why didn't the NAC lend a helping hand at this critical juncture?

For small people of their level, this is no longer something that their level can touch.

Under the huge wall, zombies are still frantically biting at the defense line of the defenders of Ping'an Street, and many mercenaries and hunters have also stepped onto the protective wall to supplement the front line.

Looking at the tide of corpses like a sea, Song Chenyu clenched his fists tightly.

All he could do now was pray that this last line of defense would last until dawn...... (To be continued.) )