Chapter Seventy-Four: Our Home
They didn't have to wait long, and the zombies chased the civilians to their defense.
"Bah, bah." With a few sniper rifles, the zombies fell to the ground a few hundred meters away from the defensive line.
The police on the defensive line rushed out to pick up the survivors and send them into quarantine.
A sturdy man saw that he was going to be sent to the quarantine area, and suddenly struggled, "No, no, I didn't get bitten, I won't go, you bastards, you will use violence against us civilians"
Boyt smashed him to the ground with the butt of a rifle and motioned for two officers to handcuff him and take him to the quarantine zone.
He looked around and said in a loud voice in his hoarse voice: "Now is a special moment, if you want to talk about human rights, go and talk to the rotten eggplant on the other side, even if I will be removed from my post because of this, but as long as I am still a sergeant, I must listen to my orders, anyone who refuses to enter the quarantine area for inspection, cuff me, if you dare to resist with arms, shoot on the spot, we have no time to waste on them, do you understand." ā
"Yes, sir." All the officers were out of their confusion, except for Caroline who looked at the sheriff worriedly, and even if he did get through the crisis, he wouldn't be much better.
As there are more and more survivors, there are more and bigger zombies in the back. The officers on the defensive line also went from being at ease to being a little scrambling.
"Doctor! Come on, there are the wounded here. ā
"Damn, who has the M9 magazine?"
"Reinforcements, we need reinforcements."
Seeing the continuous weakening of the defensive line and the increasing number of wounded, Boitt was anxious, the bitten and scratched police officers were likely to increase the combat power of the zombie army, but they could not be killed directly, no matter how ruthless he was, he couldn't do it.
"Isn't the National Guard here yet? I'm dead. He yelled at Caroline, and Officer Beauty shook her head at him in pain.
Damn, can't it, I'm really ****** unwilling, Boyt got a new magazine, okay, let's die here, it's a good thing to die in my hometown, it's a pity for these boys, they're all good.
Unfortunately, not everyone has the same level of consciousness as Boitt. Our handsome and clever police officer, Joe, was very wise to see that the defense line was already crumbling, and another wave of powerful impact would be broken, and then it would probably be a sight of corpses all over the field.
He pretended to observe the situation as he quietly moved to the side.
He bent down and sneaked to the side of a police car on the very edge, looked inside, well, the key was inserted on it, he opened the car door, and planned to drive away from this hell, the excuse was all thought of: Boyt ordered resistance without authorization, but was outnumbered, and he heroically broke through the zombie encirclement to deliver a message to the rear.
Well, that's a good thing to say, it's better to build yƬ the military to attack here with incendiary bombs, so that there will be no more troubles, hehe.
Crash! The glass above the police car suddenly shattered, and a 300-pound fat woman zombie jumped out of the window, pounced directly on Joe, and bit him on the neck. It seems that the devils of hell liked this fellow who was as selfish as they were, and so soon sent an angel to guide him into hell.
Rumble! With a loud bang, Caroline scooped the fat zombie with a shotgun, looked at the open car door, she shook her head, looked at Joe, who had half of his neck bitten off, and said softly, "I'm sorry, miscellaneous." With a bang, he gave him a ride.
After another 15 minutes, the SWAT was all up, and Boyt didn't have any maneuver in his hands. He was ready to die, when suddenly a wounded man sitting on the ground pointed behind him and shouted, "Oh my God! Take a look. We've got reinforcements. ā
Boitt looked back, stunned by the sight before him. From the street in the distance, there was a crowd of black and oppressive people, most of them were young and strong young men, and they were mainly black and Asian, and the leader he had seen was not Mr. Dai, the newly appointed mayor of the southern block.
Although the father is wearing a suit and leather shoes at this moment, the unique fierce temperament of Northeast China is fully revealed.
He pulled off his tie, tied his hand tightly to the shotgun in his hand, and held the gun and shouted, "Boys, the time has come to defend your homeland." Let the old men of the North District see our courage, whether it is zombies or aliens, if you want to occupy our home, ask the guys in our hands first. ā
"Oh!" A sea of weapons rises behind Daddy, shotguns, shotguns, rifles, pistols, baseball bats, machetes, you name it.
"Listen to the command, don't mess up!" Daddy smashed a zombie with one shot, then came to Boit's side and said, "Give the order, sheriff, these are great boys, not a bad one." ā
Although the sheriff was so moved that he almost cried, he still yelled at his father angrily: "You are fooling around, these are civilians, not police and soldiers, you are letting them die." ā
Dad looked at him calmly: "If they don't come, they won't die, and I don't want them to come." ā
Then Daddy jumped into a police car and shouted to everyone around him, "Let's run today, get out of here and find a safe place, and give Chicago to these zombies." So tomorrow we can still run, run to the next place where there are no zombies, but until one day the whole of America is ceded to zombies, where can we run, we can't protect our own homes, do we expect others to protect them? ā
"Protect your home and kill the zombies!" "Protect your home and kill the zombies!" The young men's enthusiasm had already been awakened, and even some of the police officers joined the shouting lineup, and after shouting the slogans, they felt that there was endless strength in their bodies to support them in the fight.
The sheriff stopped talking nonsense, he also jumped into the police car and shouted to the people around him: "Okay, since you are not afraid of death, then today we will either kill the zombies and take home the garden, or we will all die here." ā
"Good!"
"Those with guns go to the front line, those with long weapons are on guard, and those with short or unarmed weapons help transport the wounded and ammunition. Do you understand everything? ā
"Got it!"
With a shout, the group of fresh troops rushed to the defensive line, they may not have been trained, some of them even fired for the first time, but the suppression of the number was enough to make up for these shortcomings, and a burst of light and heavy weapons fired, immediately sweeping the zombies in front of the defense line to a large area.
Fortunately, the sergeant was not carried away by the scene in front of him, he grabbed his father, who was about to rush into the battlefield, and said to him: "Mr. Dai, you can't rush to the front line, these children listen to you, you must help me give orders." ā
Dad looked at the battlefield greedily, and he could also distinguish the priorities, "Okay, if there is anything I need help with, the manager said." ā
"We lack everything now, ammunition, medicine, see where you can get some."
"This matter, don't worry, the second echelon will arrive soon."
"You still have a second echelon?" Sheriff Boyt was dumbfounded, what is going on, how come these guys are better prepared than the National Guard, and those damn bastards should be court-martialed one by one and shot.