The enthusiasm of the zombies was beyond my expectations, except that our bullets were even more enthusiastic than theirs.

Especially in this battle, the semi-automatic submachine gun in my hand showed its unique charm, no jamming, high rate of fire, stable shooting feel, and 30 rounds of ammunition capacity.

With so many advantages, in my hands it turned into a perfect murder weapon, a complete burst of fire, spraying one or two bullets almost every second, and these bullets were capable of taking away the vitality of a long-dead corpse.

Under my more and more concentrated spirit, the panic that I had felt a little hurried became relaxed as the movements of the zombies gradually slowed down.

- I finally decided that the strength I got was focused on it...... And maybe the mental resilience that almost never gets tired.

After exiting the two metal doors of the warehouse, we went around behind the wall after opening an upward iron door from the side of the small square where we had been.

After going around a small half-circle, he passed through a cargo placement yard, and then passed through a rather narrow aisle, and finally temporarily shook off the group of zombies that had gathered before.

The movement speed of the lost is slow, and there are not many of them, so you can get rid of the zombie vanguard after running for a while.

According to the vultures, there are not many zombies before noon, and their abilities are very low in many aspects, but as time goes by, they will become more and more crazy, and their abilities will be greatly enhanced.

At that point, it will definitely be a positional battle, holding on to safety and waiting for the time limit to come......

As we fought and retreated, we retreated to a small semi-enclosed space, where we only had to face one aspect of the enemy for the time being.

We were facing an entrance less than six meters wide with two tall back doors from two different factories facing each other, from where we had retreated before.

On the right is a sturdy high wall, which is made of reinforced concrete and cannot be blown up except by rocket launchers, and in this direction there is a large transformer surrounded by barbed wire.

Twenty meters to the left, there is a fortification surrounded by barbed wire, with sandbags and a ten-meter-high iron fence that can hold back enemies in any direction.

Behind us is the main entrance of the huge factory, but its wide metal doors are really difficult to open, which is why we need to hold on here for a while.

We flipped a switch and lowered the steel treads on the roof of the opposite room, creating a sturdy passage that we could use to escape if we couldn't hold on to the vantage point - and a vantage point in the final campaign war.

Under our firepower, the zombies that burst out of the two rooms were almost as soon as they turned out of the door before being smashed into a sieve or a headless sack by our bullets.

And the guys who kept jumping off the rooftops didn't bother us any more.

At this moment, there were only less than ten zombies we were facing at the same time, and even this caused considerable pressure on our five-person team.

Because the replenishment speed of zombies is very fast, often when we have just solved the last batch of zombies, the next batch of zombies is already close to the distance that can be seen.

Because of the hit rate, most of us stay ten to fifteen paces away from the zombies, so as long as those ugly lives are not ended in a matter of seconds, the situation becomes quite dangerous.

None of us dared to stop the fingers that kept pulling the trigger, because just less than seven seconds of fire would have made three or four zombies "walk" to a distance of less than five steps.

I now finally understand why teams with advanced weapons and strong combat strength still look so terrified when talking about zombies - this is definitely not an enemy that can be faced by individual strength, even with advanced weapons.

Now that my hands are slightly numb, I know why the rest of the team is buying drinks that build endurance or directly improve finger dexterity, and it can be very tiring to pull the trigger for a long time.

Even if it only takes a small amount of force to pull the trigger each time, the reaction force generated by the gun body when firing is carried out by the slender fingers, not to mention the hand that holds the gun, has never been used for such a long time before.

I didn't realize this when I used a semi-automatic rifle because of the time and speed of each reload, but now I finally understand how serious a problem it is.

Finally, my first miss-the-mark in the hour-long battle appeared.

The gun that had been aimed at it was not snapped down because of a brief stiffness of the fingers, and as a result, a part of the firepower under my control suddenly went wrong.

The extremely accurate shots I had achieved before were trusted by my teammates in a very short period of time, so I was entrusted with the most important work.

Both the Medic and the Priest in our team are lacking in physical strength, which leads to the need for other teammates to take care of their situation in order to fill the void if they make a mistake.

And my job was to take the positions of the two while they were changing ammo and relaxing their arm muscles to make sure our vitality crosses didn't break off.

But I relied too much on the ability I had acquired by chance, and one person did the work of multiple people, and the gun in my hand almost never stopped in the middle of the battle.

This is an intolerable blunder of my reckless retarded behavior.

And because of my mistake, the two zombies walked quickly to less than ten steps.

But fortunately, the current battle situation is still not so bad that everyone can't spare their hands.

The vulture finally picked up the heavy machine gun he had been holding on the ground beside him, and the sudden, dense fire cleared the target in front of him at once.

"Attention! In a few moments, there will be soldiers and non-commissioned officer zombies, the priest hastened to open the iron gate, and the others will prepare high-power weapons to receive our non-commissioned officer and steel helmets! ”

The vulture waved his empty magazine above his head subconsciously, made a gesture to pay attention to the ammunition, and then changed the corresponding weapon according to the arrangement.

"Alpha, you're the most accurate marksman among us, so after that, you don't care about the zombies within ten to fifteen steps, and concentrate on dealing with those who are ten meters away from us."

With that, the vulture took out the shotgun he had confiscated earlier and threw it to the doctor who had run out of semi-automatic rifle bullets.

"Doctor, you use this gun first to save your strength, and then if we are injured, we will need your treatment."

After taking the shotgun, the doctor laughed, this gun can greatly reduce his combat intensity, it can be said that it is a very suitable weapon.

In previous battles, I found that only guns with both characteristics would not be able to look helpless against this new type of enemy.

The first is to be powerful enough to tear apart the slightly fragile bodies of those zombies even if they can't hit the head, which is now the hallmark of all of our weapons.

The second point is to have more than ten bullets, and it is best to use a gun with a magazine directly, otherwise the mere reload of the bullet can kill a person - almost no one can go to the zombie within five steps without disrupting their reloading action.

And at this moment, the superiority of this Type 44 assault rifle in my hand is more and more obvious, almost as long as I see a little shadow, the bullet that flies away can make everyone else stand aside in a daze.

And most importantly, even if I ran out of thirty bullets, I could move on to the next wave of the offensive after changing the magazine in a second, and the extremely simplified movements made it impossible to make mistakes.

And the most reassuring thing is that the 7.92mm ammunition used by this firearm is so ordinary that there is almost no need to worry about running out of supplies.

In less than ten seconds, the next wave of zombies had already run through the doors on both sides, and this time seven or eight more lost people rushed over.

I moved my fingers through a method I had been taught at the end of World War I, and I was able to restore the flow of blood.

"Very well, then ...... next"

Although he was ready to aim at those who appeared in the distance, he had to point his guns at the enemies who were close to him.

Three shots in a row, the zombies that rushed over under the strafing of other team members were shot in the head by me.

After all, not everyone can maintain that magical concentration for as long as I do, ensuring that every shot can be aimed at the head of a moving target in the first place.

What they usually do is to shoot zombies rushing up with guns, and at most they ensure that the shooting point of the bullets is concentrated in the upper body, and this hit rate will be further reduced as the distance increases.

But with plenty of ammo, these small number of zombies won't bother us at the moment.

Another 15 minutes passed, and the remaining time was shown as: 8:13:23

Under my precise long-range suppression, our short time was almost extremely boring.

At this moment, I was the only one there with my gun on the target that had just emerged in the distance, and the others sat around the priest and watched him try to solve the code to open the iron door.

I've long since quit mental concentration mode, and now I'm shooting from a distance based on the basic skills I've trained over the years, so my hit rate is naturally a little less than ideal.

But because this is purely to regain the original lost feel, it doesn't matter if you waste those few bullets.

Suddenly, in the distance, there was the sound of something exploding......

"Attention, Cerberus is coming!"

The vulture jumped to his feet, grabbed a heavy machine gun from his side and aimed it at the zombie-filled open field in front of us.

At this point, even the priest put down his work of proofreading the code, picked up a high-powered assault rifle specially made for him, and stood with the doctor.

As for me, after checking the amount of ammunition in the gun, I pulled out a magazine from my body and stuck it in my waist ready to be used at any time.

Just five seconds after the vulture's loud warning, a canine-like target the color of cooling magma jumped off the roof of the opposite house and sprinted towards it.

I still haven't entered the state I call [Spiritual Condensation] at the moment, although the duration and improvement effect of this ability are perfect, but it takes a lot of luck to get into that state, and it takes at least half a minute each time.

Since it is difficult to get into the state, he can only give up this powerful skill, pick up the gun and start strafing this target that advances at least more than a meter per second.

All of them held on to the trigger regardless of the wear and tear of the ammunition, and the sparks of the semi-automatic rifles continued to gush out at a rate of fire far greater than before.

But even that made the Cerberus advance at least seven meters.

You must know that we are all facing back to the iron gate, and the position we are standing at this moment is at least fifteen meters away from the Cerberus - and the result of this battle is the result of the combined efforts of the five people.

I didn't expect this Cerberus to be so forbidden to fight, especially since its head doesn't seem to explode at the touch of a zombie, or this thing doesn't look like a zombie, but like some strange creature.

Especially after the death of the Cerberus, the burning fire that was like their life force disappeared, leaving behind a dark corpse like volcanic ash.

Another one appeared in the doorway twenty meters away, and at that moment I immediately picked up my gun and fired three shots at it - three shots hit two.

However, it did not cause much trouble to the movement of the Cerberus in the distance, and although its movements were slightly sluggish, it still sprinted towards this place without stopping.

Thankfully, the vulture's powerful heavy machine gun emitted an angry fire, sweeping the target that was running towards him into a sieve.

Before we could breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly two Cerberus appeared from below and above at the same time, almost in unison when they came to our effective range.

We fired at both targets on the left and right at the same time, but the one on the right side of the two was able to withstand the strafing of me and the priest and rushed to a distance of only five meters from us.

With a sudden jump, the eyes that burned like flames, the body that burned inside, and the sharp front paws quickly approached......

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

The shotgun in the Medic's hand exploded, and the barrage of bullets that flew out instantly tore through every inch of the skin of the target in front of him.

Almost as soon as the doctor opened fire, there was a loud shout.

"Protect your eyes!"

At the vulture's alert, we immediately covered our eyes with our arms, and then a scorching wave of heat ensued, followed by a thunderous explosion.

When we took our arms away, we could see the scattered burning remains of corpses falling in the air, like charcoal fires that had been spilled out.

"Everyone's alright!"

The vulture swept at another target that followed it and blasted it in the middle of the way, and this time I saw how gorgeous the sparks were that exploded, and even the corpses around it were blown away at the same time.

"It's okay!"

"Confirm safety!"

The two men who had been directly targeted by the Cerberus responded at the same time, their bodies blackened in several places, but they were not injured.

"Very good, this wave of Cerberus is about to pass, and then we have to quickly change positions - it's close to 11:00 now, and we have to find a safe place to eat for a while, and the goal after 2:00 is to find a safe place near here!"

After the vulture finished speaking, the heavy machine gun opened fire again.