This is a calm, happy and warm spiritual reminder brought by traditional Chinese elements, which is more timely than the simple raining of sparks rushing back and forth on the battlefield and the primordial fear born when the mushroom cloud rises, which can soothe the fragile psychological wounds of the soldiers in battle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a result, this large-scale serial explosion turned out to be like an unprecedented celebration.

Because the flesh of the zombies is more rotten, and they are generally more fragile than human limbs, they are extremely completely destroyed by this rumbling firelight, and the blood that has long been dried and blackened is once again boiled by the high temperature that suddenly rises, accompanied by the stump and broken arms that fly around, splashing, it looks particularly strange and painful.

In addition to the fragility of the flesh, no matter how well-trained these zombies are, they can't really reach the quality of soldiers, let alone quickly lie down to find a favorable position to dodge, waiting for the opportunity to fight back, they still follow the original steps, regardless of the fallen companions in front of them, so a large area of crowding frenzy has been formed, so that the explosives can maximize the effective killing of them.

The fire suddenly began to ignite, quickly spreading from a zombie to the body of its own kind, forming a stream of burning "ant balls", and the zombies on the periphery were trampled by the crazy kind, from the flames to the weak inorganic bodies were trampled into disgusting meatloaf, but they still continued to move forward frantically, even if the smoke from the charred shells all around, it could not stop their pace.

However, zombies do not have human souls, they are not afraid of death and destruction, because they are the entities of death itself in the human world, even if the same kind in front of them exploded one after another, and the flesh and blood were scattered, they still came more and more, and finally crowded into a mountain of flesh and blood, which is a mountain of corpses in the true sense, and looks like a gift from the devil to the world.

What's more, these corpses are moving.

As the mountain of corpses reached a certain height, the sharp corners formed gradually collapsed, and the lower part was not enough to support the weight above, so a half-cooked human figure with a viscous liquid fell exaggeratedly from above, and after falling heavily, it looked like a jar full of red wine fell to the ground from a distance, the flesh was torn apart by the scattered blood flowers, and the large pieces of the body were only two or three pieces.

This happened one after another, and those heart-palpitating sounds have not really converged into a heart-rending symphony, and more and more people have fallen to the ground like altars, and if they were alive, they must have fully understood that they must die if they fell, and this common sense does not even need to look down at the tragic situation of the forerunners to deepen their understanding.

But they still rubbed shoulders one after another, crackling and falling like dumplings, deforming, and splattering, but the flesh piled up more and more, and gradually became whole, and the sound became quieter and quieter, and arched into a mountain of meat again. So, as if the dumplings were back in the oven, they were re-assembled into a large dumpling filling, and they were stirred wildly again.

All of this happened in just a dozen seconds, and it was not surprising that the half-dead landers rushed towards this side in various positions, perhaps they were too late or had forgotten how to walk for a while, or perhaps because they had knocked their limbs and other organs crooked, causing this paradoxical form.

But in any case, they quickly adapted, and in a strange way, they climbed or jumped, or swayed and slanted in large numbers towards the fruits, and the number was endless, like man-eating ants pouring out of the nest of ants, only more irrational than ants.

The aftermath of the remaining explosions continued to wreak havoc on them, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere, but there were too many of them, and these fireworks that could be used in war without being shabby were just a small pebble thrown at the human body for their huge overall number, and at most they caused local damage, but soon more of the same kind would fill in.

The real shock of this scene is not in its numbers, but in the fact that they simply can't wait to move forward in the normal way by zigzags on both sides, but are driven by the bloodthirsty cells that occupy the brain to start from the shortest shortcut, even if they cause fatal injuries to other parts of the body, they must take the flesh and put it in their mouths one step earlier.

Gradually, the noise became louder again, and the bloody rags of the fellows, and the bloodless faces of the evil ghosts covered with the blood of others, were reflected in the blazing sun, but none of them were scorched by the sun, and it was evident that they were not smeared with dyes and paints, but soaked all over.

The fireworks were almost blown up, and Zhao Cheng signaled to the fake Qin Cornerstone, after all, the fake Qin Cornerstone was the real nominal leader, and he also understood it, so he was about to give a loud order to charge.

But before the order was spoken, it was stopped by Yu Guo in time, and when several leaders wanted to ask Yu Guo's advice, Yu Guo's figure flashed, like a lightning bolt rushing out, and only the afterimage of the galloping was left in front of everyone's eyes, and the brain even produced a brief blank, and he didn't realize what was happening.

Only the two minions stared at the empty scabbard at their waists in a long daze, and the saliva in their throats had not yet been fully swallowed.

Yu Guo's body shot out like a bullet, his true qi condensed in his feet, galloping rapidly, a long knife in one hand, frantically playing the top in the zombie group, like a large meat grinder between heaven and earth, wringing all the zombies close to him into pieces.

Although he is an alien, he is still the essence of a human being, so he is still a huge temptation that cannot be resisted by zombies, and a large number of zombies are attracted, and they begin to gather into a giant fist of death, which is overwhelmingly attacking in the direction that Yu Guo is rushing from.

Yu Guo has fought fiercely more than once against dozens or even hundreds of underworld figures or policemen, but they are all living people, in order not to break the law and not to play side balls, he has tried his best to control the scale and show mercy to his subordinates many times. The last time I was on the street of the 4S store, it was also a small test, and I finally fully experienced the mood of fully letting go of killing as much as I wanted.

At this moment, he was dealing with a team of thousands of zombies, and he was even more unleashed this pleasure, it turned out that killing without scruples would really produce great pleasure.

The dead gray Fist of Death, after encountering the more unstoppable Yu Guo, continued to fork to both sides, and a large number of arms, legs and heads were mercilessly stirred out, and from a distance, it looked like a miniature whirlwind blowing from the ground, and Yu Guo was at the crossroads of the whirlwind, and the zombies were completely disintegrated after colliding with him.

But soon, the knife in his hand was dull, and he felt a faint numbness in his arms. Although before the battle, he had already exercised dozens of times, allowing the true qi to travel quickly and unhindered in the body, which was equivalent to the "hot car" after the car was started in the cold winter.

However, because of this, the internal force in his body constantly urges the true qi to provide rolling energy, although these zombies chop melons and vegetables, and kill them without leaving a piece of armor, it is impossible to be a perpetual motion machine, and after a long time, he feels soreness and numbness all over his body, because those fearless zombies are consuming a lot of their physical energy by virtue of their absolute superiority in numbers.

However, in the eyes of the seven or eight hundred warriors who were ambushed on the two side roads, Yu Guo was like a messenger of God who came down to save the common people.

This kind of invincible super power is unheard of before for them, even if they have seen the strength and speed of the magic before, at this moment seeing his fierce actual combat, they are even more shocked and awe-inspired, and even forget for a moment that he is on their side, and have a deep fear.

Only those leaders who have seen the world and are calm and calm are overjoyed, feeling that Yu Guo is indeed the hope of their side.

Far away, on the watchtower of the twelfth factory, the three sisters of Fan Yunlin, Miao Hua and others, who were concerned about the fate of the fruit at any time, all looked at the dense black in the distance in amazement, there was a stream of white mangs churning around, invincible, although the black was swarming to besiege, it was divided into a large number of small pieces of minced flesh and blood flowers and stirred farther away.

When they immediately picked up the telescope and zoomed in on the lens at once, they could feel Yu Guo's magnificent majestic momentum, exuding a dignified and terrifying overlord aura around him.

Quan Kai and Pi Xiaoyong's binoculars were difficult to put down for a long time, and they no longer had the mood to rejoice that they were lucky enough to be soft in front of Yu Guo, because at this moment, Yu Guo was the few remaining human survivors on the peninsula fighting fiercely on the battlefield, and the height had risen to the point of life and death of human beings, and some other trivial things were not important......

At this moment, it is as if there is a pair of devilish hands manipulating these puppet-like blood people, and no matter who sees it, there will be no lack of the strong illusion that they have stepped on the edge of hell. In the vast sky, the desolate earth, Yu Guo alone faced thousands of troops from hell, sad and heroic, and the monsters' voices were poignant, which also added a stronger sad and cold atmosphere to this treacherous scene.

Yu Guo's two knives were shattered, and he had to clench his fists with both hands, instantly forming two waves of true qi wrapped in a gap of about two centimeters outside the fists, making his hands faintly scattered with the brightness ignited by the fire of life, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark sea of corpses.

At this moment, he had completely destroyed at least four or five hundred zombies, but this was only one-tenth of the number of zombies, and at this moment, although he was at the most vigorous and smooth stage of his true qi, he was really a little exhausted.

However, the system did not selfishly ask him to retreat at such a critical juncture, in fact, the two of them have not talked for a long time, so Yu Guo is even more determined under the subtext of the system's silence: "Such a severe extreme environment is the experience and sublimation of one's own ability, and if you survive in death, you will get a new life." ”

Thinking of this, he cheered up and continued to run forward, finally getting closer to the first tank, but it was really troublesome to move forward, and the other party was frantically suppressing himself, making it very difficult for him to move forward a little bit, and then it was difficult to move an inch.

Thinking of this, Yu Guo quickly took out two flags from his body, and a few rabbits fell on top of the zombies, running quickly, and those zombies hadn't reacted yet, and wanted to raise their heads and scratch them, but they were too late. But as soon as their eyes came into contact with the sunlight, they were pierced and burned, and a trace of white gas came out, and they stopped their steps, which made the scene a little lighter.

Yu Guo took the opportunity to stand on a high place, waving two flags.