"Report to the General, there is a large group of zombies moving towards us. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"How many exactly? Which direction? ”

Worry flashed in the scout's eyes: "General, there are zombies in the south, west, and north directions, and the number is estimated at ten thousand. ”

Tulu's hand shook, and half of a cigar fell into the snow, drowning in cold snow: "You can't finish such an urgent matter in one sentence." Alas, the celebrations were canceled, and the war was fully armed. The chiefs of various departments have come to my office for a meeting, and the Information Section has 10 minutes to sort out the enemy's materials and bring them to the office. ”

In the office, there was a portrait of Tchaikov on the wall, a bench on the temporary placement, and the governors of all parties greeted each other with a smile and a smile, and they didn't take it seriously. Zombies, one round of cannon can be solved, what a simple thing.

General Tulu's brows furrowed more and more, these bastards, they don't know that firewood and rice are expensive. Cannonballs don't cost money. sighed helplessly, it's really not a big use, what kind of people are they.

The most critical problem, Tulu did not find, and he did not take it seriously.

A group of people had a lively discussion, and soon, the information department sent the materials over.

"The number of zombies in the south direction is seven thousand, and the distance is twenty-six kilometers; The number of zombies in the west direction is five thousand, and the distance is nineteen kilometers; The number of zombies in the north direction is 12,000, and the distance is thirty-three kilometers. Mutant zombie situation, unknown. ”

Knocking on the table, Tulu stood up, and the voices around him immediately became quieter: "Please be serious, whether you can destroy the zombies, there is no doubt about it." Let's talk about a more efficient way to get rid of these zombies. Shells are very precious, and too much consumption will seriously slow down the progress of the development of the Vault.

You can't take a city without shells, and if you can't take a city, you canned it, you can't have clothes, you don't have dolls; We're going to starve and get cold.

I hope that you will discuss this issue with the utmost seriousness. ”

In the office, there is a large white wall-mounted TV.

"I've uploaded the relevant information to the big screen, what do you want to say?"

One person raised his hand and enthusiastically participated in the speech: "General, I think we should take the initiative to defend ourselves against the enemy." Personally, I think three battalions can deal with all the problems, our most elite troops. "These people have already guessed Tulu's intentions, save shells, go out to fight zombies, the key to the question is who to go?

"Report to the general, in the last zombie attack, there were only ten people left in the three battalions; The current team is all newly recruited, the combat effectiveness has not yet been formed, many of our weapons are aging and are about to be scrapped, and I don't have the confidence to lead such a force to block tens of thousands of zombies. ”

The other stood up again: "I think let the Seventh Battalion go, the best weapons in the shelter are in the hands of the Seventh Battalion, and only they can take on this heavy responsibility." ”

The commander of the seventh battalion immediately stood up: "General, Chief Cove has a personal vendetta, he thinks that the last time the supplies were distributed, we robbed him of canned fish." ”

Tulu glared at him, "You're upright." ”

After arguing for a while, a distribution plan was drawn, and the north, which had the most zombies, concentrated the main firepower; The second south, thirty shells were allocated, and the battle was handed over to three battalions. The West, which has the fewest zombies, does not need to waste shells, let the fifth and seventh battalions go together.

Bypassing the barbed wire, the soldiers set off towards their respective targets.

To the west, diesel trucks are spewing black smoke and melting the snow around them.

"We're faster than the zombies, and we're going to set up a defensive line twelve kilometers away." The commander of the fifth battalion shouted and ran, and the vehicle carrying ammunition drove slowly, breaking through the icy road.

On the march of three kilometers, the correspondent came: "Battalion commander, headquarters phone." ”

After taking it and pressing it on his ear, a voice came from the right words: "Fifth battalion commander, there is a major situation, the zombies in the west direction have advanced to nine kilometers, you have to ...... "The voice suddenly stopped sounding.

The commander of the Dorov battalion felt that the whole person was not good: "What's the matter? A moment ago, it was nineteen kilometers away, but suddenly it became nine kilometers away, and zombies can't fly with wings. Is there anyone, answer quickly. ”

"Doodoo ......"

"Is your machine broken?"

"Battalion commander, our radar signal is jammed."

"Radar interference? Send someone to the headquarters to understand the situation and continue to contact the headquarters. Dorov had an ominous premonition in his heart, and quickly ran forward: "Always ready to fight, we are going to fight in close combat." As soon as you spot an enemy, flare is fired. ”

The enemy came faster than expected, and the roar of machinery rang out behind the trees, shaking off the blood from the branches of the pine forks.

The commander of the seventh battalion pulled out his pistol and walked forward, the person who came was a convoy, I don't know whether it was friend or foe, and waved to Luo Fu: "Alert." ”

The convoy slowly appeared, jeeps, motorcycles, and various personnel carriers, and on the jeep stood an unusually tall man, wearing a gray leather jacket and sunglasses.

Dorov fired a warning shot: "The convoy ahead, stop." ”

Instead of stopping, the jeep began to accelerate, and the leather-clad man carried a bazooka on his shoulder.

"Not good." Dorov shouted and jumped away, shouting hoarsely: "Fire." ”

The sudden machine gun fired, and the big man in gray leather was fine, still pulling the trigger.

At the sound of the explosion, hundreds of gray-clothed men on tandem motorcycles, spraying deadly firepower, desperately launched a charge.

The troop carrier also stopped, jumped out of the gray-robed army, holding all kinds of high-powered firearms, and only charged in the rain of bullets.

The explosions and gunshots sounded, and the two sides quickly fought between you and me, and the soldiers found that the enemy turned out to be zombies, zombies with guns and cars.

This kind of specially modulated zombie has a high level of protection, it is difficult to kill ordinary firearms, and the leather coat outside has a certain protective ability.

In the face of a group of enemies who could not be killed, the weapons and equipment far exceeded their own, and the number was still ten times, and they were all fierce and not afraid of death.

Unsurprisingly, the rout happened.

The spotted undead did not chase and kill, and continued to ride the car on the road and go straight to the shelter.

After drinking two cups of tea, a rocket burst through the barbed wire, and under the strafing fire of machine guns, the building collapsed in pieces, and the chains of the tank were blown away.

In less than five minutes, the entire military system of the vault was paralyzed, artillery, combat vehicles, and tanks were destroyed in explosions and flames, Tulu's hard work was reduced to ashes, and the beautiful vision was shattered in the blink of an eye.

After disarming everyone, the Spotted Undead did not eat people like bloodthirsty zombies, but stayed outside, as if waiting for some being to come.

So, Wesker, wearing sunglasses, came, black leather boots, stepping on red snow, stepping over the corpses on the battlefield, and the damaged artillery, armored vehicles, and tanks passed by casually, without paying attention to them.

As he walked past a collapsed building, he looked surprised and slowly removed his glasses, revealing ruby eyes.

"Is that why the Vault has become stronger?" I stroked a brick on it with my hand, and suddenly a chime sounded in my ears.

"Found the ownerless tank factory, do you occupy it?"

"What's the situation?"

The prompt in my ear sounded again: "Your race has been detected to be a zombie, and the Terran building can be converted into a zombie building of the same level, and it costs 10,000 resource points to convert the chariot factory." ”