When he saw the fingernails of the captives swelling more than ten centimeters, cutting the skin and flesh of the camels like sharp blades, Yan Zhi knew that these captives were no longer human, they had become walking corpses, and their conscience had been extinguished.

Now he had vaguely judged what the devil had created these captives for.

But at this time, Yan Zhi still couldn't kill these compatriots, and he still couldn't do it.

A terrible scene began to appear, and the captives began to frantically gluttonize the flesh and blood of the camels that had not yet died.

This scene, in the sun, is not a little scary.

Seven or eight captives grew claws and fangs in their mouths, the muscles on their faces were stiff, their scarlet eyes were fierce, and the cyan veins were all over their faces, and they could see the camel blood they had just drunk clearly flowing in their veins.

After drinking the camel's blood, the captives who had eaten the camel meat began to grow their muscles exponentially, their blood vessels became thicker, and their whole people began to mutate rapidly.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zhicai believed that the mutants he watched in the movie before he crossed over were not groundless.

Thinking of the various evil deeds done by the 7 Gang1 Unit of the devils, it is not unusual for the devils to create such walking corpses in the depths of the desert.

The devils used to capture captives from all over the world and abuse them in every way, but now they want to turn them into killing machines.

The devil's domestic resources are scarce, and after a brutal war, their military resources are becoming increasingly stretched, so they have come up with such a vicious method.

The evil devils have realized in World War II that using evil methods can make people lose their conscience and soul, and become walking corpses driven by them.

What humans have not seen does not mean that it does not exist, and what people thought was impossible eventually became possible.

Yan Zhi's sniper rifle was thrown aside.

In the face of the walking dead at close range, the power of the sniper rifle is almost zero.

When it landed on the sand, Nalan Xinghui's Thomson submachine gun also fell into the sand, and was trampled under the feet of the captives.

Judging by this, these walking dead no longer know how to use guns, and their minds have become ossified...... Exactly, they have no thoughts anymore, they are just a bunch of walking dead, a bunch of walking dead who don't sweat and don't feel pain while running.

This walking dead is a scourge to remain in the world.

Although they may have made great achievements for the country and the enemy, and many of them may have been filial sons, gentle husbands, and loving fathers, but now they are all walking dead, and they have all become devils to use to plague China.

Yan Zhi kicked one captive to the ground with a side whip leg, and then kicked the two captives to the point that they vomited blood and fell to the sand.

Yan Zhi can kick the 38 big cover gun off, the power can be imagined, the person who was kicked in the chest by him has broken his internal organs, and he will definitely die.

But the three captives felt no pain, and as soon as they fell to the sand, their legs standing up like springs.

It's horrible.

People who don't feel pain and don't have thoughts, it's terrible!

When he swung his back kick, Yan Zhi saw that the sand waves behind him were no more than thirty meters away from him and Nalan Xinghui.

Although the power of the sand is gradually changing, it is still seven or eight meters high, and once it is swept up by the sand waves, it will be buried alive in an instant.

What's even more terrifying is that in the tumbling sand waves, you can vaguely see a few corpse flies with corpse lines, jumping and swimming happily on the top of the waves.

The corpse is not afraid of the sand waves like iron brushes.

Yan Zhi kicked off the arm of the other captive who opened his big black mouth with his big black mouth exposed, revealing his white fangs, and pounced on Nalan Xinghui, pulling Nalan Xinghui to continue running forward on the desert.

Now he can only run one step at a time, and before he falls, he must first ensure the safety of Nalan Xinghui. I don't know if there is a chance to uncover the mystery of myself and Nalan Xinghui.

Yan Zhi held Nalan Xinghui's soft but powerful hand, is my good luck about to run out.

The captive's arm was kicked and broken into two by Yan Zhi, revealing the white bones that were intertwined like canine teeth, the blood flowed, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, he just fell on the sand, he stood up like a spring, his mouth let out a roar that was no longer a human language, and his scarlet eyes were fierce, and he rushed towards Yan Zhi again.

When a person turns into the walking dead and doesn't feel pain, it's very scary.

If it weren't for the fact that he had watched movies such as The Walking Dead before crossing over, and knew that the devil had committed crimes by Unit 7 and Unit 1 had done those anti-human experiments, Yan Zhi would definitely be scared by the walking dead in front of him.

At this time, Nalan Xinghui was really frightened. The scene in front of her was too terrifying for her, and she couldn't accept that there would be such a human being for a while.

Judging by the fact that several captives who were hit by camels and vomited blood from their mouths were still able to stand up from the sand in an instant, it was possible that if they wanted to kill these captives, they would have to shoot their heads directly, as depicted in the TV and movies.

"Starlight, pull out your pistol and keep running after me."

As Yan Zhi spoke, a Nepalese scimitar and a Zhongzheng bayonet appeared in his left and right hands, "These people are no longer our compatriots, they have no mind and soul, they have become the walking corpse of devils, and they are a scourge to the world, we must get rid of all these people, and staying will only be a scourge." Starlight, don't show mercy to your subordinates, try to shoot them in the head, otherwise it will be difficult to kill them. ”

Yan Zhi chopped off the head of a captive with a knife, and secretly said sorry to his brother.

Sure enough, after the captive who lost his head fell to the ground, the nails that suddenly grew out were also rapidly shrinking, and the fangs of his head, which flew a few meters away, were also rapidly shrinking and falling off.

Nalan Xinghui pulled out his Browning M1911 pistol and shot a headshot at a captive who pounced on the side.

Before Nalan Xinghui set off, he specially chose this Browning M911 pistol. The gun is powerful, uses a 7-round magazine to feed ammunition, has good safety, has a low failure rate, and has an effective firing range of 50 meters.

“pia！”

Nalan Xinghui pulled the trigger again, blasting the head of one of the captives open, and the snow-white liquid and red blood plasma shattered the skull were shattered in all parts.

Nalan Xinghui did not find out, proving that when the captive who had been shot in the head by him fell to the ground, there were several fish-like yarns on the desert, swimming straight towards the corpse.

In the blink of an eye, several more captives died under the two guns and guns, but the remaining captives did not feel the slightest fear, and still surrounded the two of them like a tide.

Yan Zhi's left Nepalese scimitar danced a knife flower, slashing off half of the head of a captive, and kicked a back side of his right leg, kicking a captive who pounced on Nalan Xinghui to the point that his brain was shattered, his right foot had not yet landed, and his left leg had already flown up and kicked on the shoulder of a captive. The captive pushed forward under the huge kicking force, but was hit in the jaw by Yan Zhi's right knee, half of his head was almost smashed by the flying knee, and he fell to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his hands were still struggling on the sand, trying to grab Yan Zhi's legs.

The sand waves behind him were still more than ten meters away from Yan Zhi and Nalan Xinghui, and Yan Zhi could clearly see that the lone tentacles of several corpses on the tip of the sand waves smelled the bloody smell of the captives, just like a few fish among the waves, one sank and disappeared into the sand waves.

The two of them were besieged by the captives of the walking dead, and they couldn't run at all, and in the blink of an eye, the last few rows of sand were less than ten meters away from Nalan Xinghui.

The last few rows of sand waves, still five or six meters high, arrived behind Nalan Xinghui after a few breaths, emitting a terrifying friction sound, and smashed down towards Nalan Xinghui like a sea of mountains.

In the sand, it was densely crawled with soft-bodied corpses with striped corpse spots. 166 Reading Network