"Hold on! It's almost dawn!"

"Fire, shoot! me with the trigger!"

Beneath the giant wall, orange-yellow projectiles weave a net, keeping the zombies outside the wall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the soldiers from the NAC joined the battlefield, this net has been holding out for hours. In the past few hours, the surging tide of corpses has finally stopped moving forward, and Ping'an Street has also escaped the threat of breaking the city.

However, now, this firepower net, which has been supported for several hours, has finally begun to be overwhelmed, and under the encroachment of the zombies that have pounced one after another, it has gradually shown its decline.

The armored formations, which had been cut in from the side, had run out of ammunition and had little energy left in the fuel rods, and were now being evacuated in the direction of the military base.

The four Yunzhi-51s, which served as gunboat planes, finally ran out of ammunition in the engine room and began to return to the order for replenishment in the sky over Bohai Bay.

The Aurora-20 provided fire support as always, but the limitations of the fighter were there. Although the 20mm cannon can kill everything in an instant, it cannot strafe for a long time. The interval between dives is often more than a minute, but the duration is only a moment. And the interval between the two air strikes is even more than half an hour up.

Even if the Aurora-20 is fast, it will take time to resupply.

Looking at the constantly squeezed defense line under the giant wall, a trace of solemnity finally appeared on the faces of the NAC officers.

"Put incendiary bombs, it's too late if you don't. Standing next to the officer, Song Chenyu, who had returned to the giant wall, reminded, "If you let the burning zombies rush into the defense line, the situation will only get worse." ”

"I know. The officer frowned, clenched his fists, looked at Song Chenyu and asked, "How much fuel do you have left?"

"That's probably enough for two times. Song Chenyu smiled bitterly, "You brought so many incendiary bombs, didn't you think about bringing some gasoline or something like that?"

"We didn't bring gasoline, we did bring tactical nuclear bombs. The officer shook his head.

Song Chenyu sighed.

Tactical nuclear bombs, this thing is very effective against personnel, but if it is used on zombies, it will have the opposite effect. In addition to the zombies removed by the first wave of explosions, the residual radiation will become a breeding ground for zombies to continue to mutate, and it is impossible to rely on radiation to kill these living dead, after all, the X1 bacteria themselves are variants of bacteria that remove radiation......

The defense line under the huge wall is becoming more and more dangerous, and the soldiers have inserted bayonets in their rifles, ready to fight the zombies rushing up on the pile of corpses.

Finally, the officer made up his mind and shouted over the walkie-talkie.

"Attention logistics company, ready to dump fuel!"

"Hold on to the front! Throw incendiary bombs in a minute!"

Barrels of fuel were poured into the corpse slope outside the wall, and a jelly-like mixture of oil, alcohol, and grease seeped down the crevices of the corpses. The yellow oil turned the entire ramp into a viscous amber-like landslide.

The zombies that rushed to the edge of the city wall fell down the landslide, and were trampled under the feet of the zombies behind them, sticking to them, implicated in threads like lotus silk.

A pair of bloodthirsty pupils stared, like demons crawling out of hell, and their withered arms scratched indiscriminately, as if they wanted to tear the living on the city wall apart.

"Molotov cocktails!"

"Launch!"

Mortar positions, one after another electromagnetic catapult mortars, sent one incendiary bomb after another into the sky.

With a scream that broke through the air, countless cannonballs fell from the sky, exploding a series of orange-red sparks in the sea of corpses and bones. In an instant, the flames spread over the entire oil-soaked land, and for a moment the light of the fire lit up the walls into daylight.

In the face of the monstrous fire, the zombies finally stopped.

Feeling the heat wave and stench blowing in their faces, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned their helmets, put their rifles with hot barrels aside, rested against the wall, and received water or nutrients from the hands of the logisticians.

It's finally time to take a break.

Standing on the huge wall, the mood of the NAC officers was different from that of the soldiers who could temporarily catch their breath.

The remaining fuel is enough for only one time.

However, there were still more than four hours left before dawn.

Looking at the third line of defense, which he didn't know how long it would take, and the raging fire, his brow twisted into a hemp rope.

This place is different from Wanghai City, which does have several xenomorph tides, but as it literally sounds, most of the people surrounding the settlement are xenomorphs, and the density of zombie activity is not high.

Although xenomorphs are more dangerous, they are not as laborious to deal with. And whether it is the sixth block or the wall of the fishbone base, it is far from being comparable to this kind of improvised defense line.

After all, it is a temporary wall, and the corpses that rush over can often easily pile up a small slope on the side of the wall, and the defenders on the wall can only dump gasoline and set fire to the corpses repeatedly, but not to mention how difficult these thin zombies are, the NAC expeditionary force is not selling oil, and the remaining fuel will not last long.

The worst thing is that those ashes are piled up in the corner of the wall and no one cleans them up. Under the repeated trampling of zombies, it has been trampled tightly. It won't be long before I am afraid that it will be difficult to dump gasoline!

……

The square on Ping An Street, which was temporarily requisitioned by the NAC's expeditionary force as the headquarters of the headquarters.

In the staff room in the center of the headquarters, the holographic screen flashed with a faint blue light. The officer who was directing the battle on the giant wall was standing in the center of the holographic screen at this moment, and he was quickly reporting the situation on the front line to Han Junhua, the chief of staff of the NAC.

“…… The second line of defense was almost overwhelmed, and the corpses of the zombies were increasing, and the amount of fuel left for one clean-up was left. I propose to retreat back to the third line of defense, and then demarcate the fourth line of defense behind the third line of defense for construction......"

"The third line of defense is not yet complete," Han Junhua said lightly, "I need you to hold on for another hour." ”

"An hour. In the holographic screen, the officer commanding the battle on the giant wall had a slightly pale face.

Looking at the officer who didn't speak, Han Junhua just asked lightly.

"Can't do it?"

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and the officer quickly stood up straight, beat his chest with his right fist and shouted, "Defend the line of defense to the death!"

For this cold-faced and ruthless staff officer, he was in awe, or fear, from the bottom of his heart. Rather than be her enemy, he would rather face the sea of corpses and bones under the giant wall.

"Hmm. Han Junhua nodded and said, "Then go quickly." ”

"Yes!"

The hologram flickered slightly, and the officer's image disappeared, replaced by Zhang Zhuo, who was in the 27th subway line, directing the troops to exchange fire with the CCCP.

The screen was dark, and from time to time stray bullets could be seen flying past the cover. From this alone, it can be seen that his situation at the moment is not optimistic.

Zhang Zhuo's speech was fast, and he reported to Han Junhua.

"Those CCCP soldiers are coming at me like zombies, and I can't kill them all! Hell, I suspect they-"

"It's a clone. Han Junhua said.

“…… That's what I thought. Zhang Zhuo swallowed hard and spitted, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Han Junhua fell silent.

Fingers tapped lightly on the table, and after a long time, she spoke.

"There is a way. ”