"Gou Jia, you take Team 1 to go first, notify the base high-level that there is a zombie tide over, and tell them to prepare for the battle and be ready to quickly accept the survivors." The black light is not good at all, it is not good to fight zombies at all, you can only keep strafing, and you don't know how many bullets you can shoot in the head, and you can't kill them at all, and the convoy will go to the base, which will only lead the zombie tide to the base, and you must notify the base high-level to make preparations, otherwise the people in this convoy will die outside the gate of the base, Zhang Zhijiang solemnly ordered the scouts.

Even if he wants to die, he can't let all the soldiers he brings die outside, let him postpone this time, he is the captain and can't go, but he can transfer his soldiers and fight for them a chance to live.

"Yes, Captain." Gou Jia took the HW-portable radio station and rushed to the front with his teammates, he could not guarantee that he would arrive at the base on time, but he must ensure that he found an effective distance to tell the news to the base management, the mobile phone in the last days could not be used, and the satellite phone could not be used in the first two days, if it was half a day earlier, the base would not be able to receive the message sent by Battalion Commander Wu and then send them out to pick up people. Now the only way to do this is to rely on the HW-portable radio station to notify the comrades in the base who are holding one of the extensions, which is the most time-saving.

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Boom~!"

"Da Da Da" pistols, machine guns, anti-aircraft guns, and grenades fired in unison, but the number of zombies was too large, and these things were useless, and there was no way to suppress the advance of the zombie tide, but the soldiers who approached were injured by the zombies.

"Zhijiang, take your soldiers to the right flank, now this situation is not something that your special squad can deal with, this group of walking corpses, don't look at what kind of soldiers the master is bringing, our artillery battalion is easy to bully? Damn, Lao Tzu is not powerful, do I still think I am a sick cat, Lao Tzu's treasures are all specially left for you bastards to try, and our artillery battalion can be used to entertain you bastards! Brothers, bright guys. Wu Jun watched his brother troops and his own soldiers being abused by zombies, and he was completely irritable, and originally wanted to keep some arms to the base for a good deal, but his life was gone halfway, and the door of the base could not be touched.

Zhang Zhijiang is now alone, without psychological burden, and when he returned to the right wing according to Wu Jun's words, he saw that the cars that were originally covered with green tents of the army, which were not allowed to be approached by the survivors at will, and were misunderstood by the survivors as hiding a large amount of food, drove out one by one.

The soldiers on the car untied the rope of the tent, revealing the true face inside, the 18 vehicles were full of multiple rocket launchers, looking at this equipment, Zhang Zhijiang swallowed his saliva and finally put his mind at ease, this guy is good, although it should be against the enemy's mechanized troops, but the rocket artillery explosion is still very destructive to the surroundings, and it is more effective to deal with these zombies than machine guns and grenades.

18 vehicles carrying multiple rocket launchers are discharged from the formation, and there is no need for any formation to deal with zombies, mainly for fear of hurting their own people, the surrounding survivors have excited expressions on their faces, and automatically dodge to make way for the military vehicles, the troops really still have big guys, with the fire suppression of this rocket artillery, at least they can run a little farther.

The soldiers on the car were trying hard to load the shells, they couldn't care about keeping a safe distance, and they didn't need information guidance, the enemy was in front, knocked on the front of the car to remind "the ammunition has been filled, please be ready to fire", they covered their ears with their hands and dodged, and the people in the car adjusted the distance and accuracy, and fired directly.

This is peacetime, people can't see the scene except on the video, the black night, pierced the darkness by clusters of white blades dragging the tail of flames, illuminating the moonless earth, gorgeous as the rainstorm pear blossom needles in the game slid down on the zombie piles that howled to eat people's flesh and blood, the penetrating rocket launcher, lightly pierced the body of a zombie, with a deafening sound of "boom, boom" exploded in their bodies, and instantly splashed the stumps, No one will feel sick when they see this scene, they are only excited, only happy, because they are saved.

"It's still artillery! Shoot them and watch them be arrogant! A buddy thumped the steering wheel excitedly.

The person next to him was a military fan, afraid that the person driving would take it lightly, and reminded: "Don't be happy too early, the number of rocket shells in a battalion is limited, and it is impossible to suppress this group of zombies with unlimited ammunition, although the effect is very amazing now, but 18 multiple rocket launchers are fired in one round, and there are hundreds of pits, killing people is powerful, but, even if the air flow from the shells blows up the vehicles and can shock people to death, but, don't forget that those guys are not people, they are not afraid of injury, and they will not die if they overturn, They won't be shocked out of the concussion, they won't be shot in the head or blown up into scum, they can all get up and chase us again, and now what they kill is just cannon fodder in front, isn't this that the big army behind hasn't caught up yet? How many hundred can die in a single launch? How many rounds can all the shells be fired? And there are at least tens of thousands of zombies chasing behind, right? It's not enough at all, these rocket artillery are not enough, we still have to go quickly, these soldiers, they are buying us time, we can't waste it, we can't let them sacrifice in vain, hurry, hurry up and keep up with the convoy of military families in front. ”

The friends who don't pay attention to the military were stunned by what he said, but they all knew that he was indeed a military fan before, what he said should be very reasonable, not as optimistic as they imagined, although they didn't want to admit it, but they couldn't find a reason to refute him and comfort themselves, and the heart that was finally put down was raised again.

At the same time, Zhang Zhijiang and his group of soldiers also know this truth, they are cleaning up some speed zombies that have caught up, it is so annoying, why are there so many more than a few days ago?

"Ah~!" Zhang Zhijiang heard a familiar voice screaming, and two speed-type zombies jumped on the windshield of his teammates next to Zhang Zhijiang, the glass couldn't withstand the impact and shattered, and the soldiers inside were scratched by the splashing glass and screamed.

"Li Yuan!" Zhang Zhijiang opened his car door, ran out, came to the side, and shot at the zombie with a machine gun, a zombie was pushed off the car by the impact of the machine gun's bullets, a zombie was enraged, jumped over and scratched Zhang Zhijiang, Zhang Zhijiang was tripped by the corpse on the ground in a hurry, the shot deviated from the direction, and the captain only had one sentence in his mind: "Are you finally going to die?" ”

"Whew, bluff~!" The speed-type zombie that jumped in the air and ran towards Zhang Zhijiang was knocked out by a tall woman riding a motorcycle.

was shaken by the motorcycle lights and his eyes turned white, Zhang Zhijiang stretched out his hand to block it, are women fighting so hard now? Because of this black pressure, Lou Qingyao dressed up in strange clothes and makeup, Zhang Zhijiang didn't recognize the woman dressed as an aunt at all as his former military doctor.

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Ask for collections, ask for recommended tickets! Thank you! Everyone can see that I don't have a deep love for the soldiers, I feel like my blood is boiling when I describe them, hey, but there is no way, there is still only cannon fodder to get rid of them, no way, this is the end of the world, I must write an urban text in the future, let the soldiers perform the task handsomely, write these chapters, write orange heart blood! Even the bad guy TAT!