After clearing the remnants of the NPC armament, the players of the Dark Sentinel Force also climbed the wall one by one.

"Frontal raid?" Tianding recalled coming to Ye Feng's side, looking at the army of corpses in front of the shelter, and asked in a slightly uneasy tone.

"Isn't that going to die?" Ye Feng said: "This time, we may encounter a real zombie tide." ”

"A real zombie tide?" Tianding's memories were a little puzzled, could it be that they didn't encounter a zombie tide before?

"Well, if you look at the way the corpse tide marches this time, it's like something is directing behind the scenes." Ye Feng pointed to an awakened giant zombie in the corpse tide with his right hand, and asked again: "The giant zombies we have seen before will throw other zombies at us like cannonballs?" “

"You mean you can't raid head-on?" Asked by Ye Feng like this, Tianding's eyes when he looked at the corpse tide also became careful and solemn, and after a while, he exhaled deeply and said: "It's different, they seem to know how to retain their strength, the frontline troops of the corpse tide are all zombies below the mother level, second-order modified weapons, the kind that can be solved with just one bullet, and the zombies in the awakening period, except for dozens of giant zombies with huge sizes, the others are not in sight." ”

"That's right, the intention of the front troops of the corpse tide is to consume our ammunition, awaken the zombies, hide in the shadows, and wait for the opportunity when we run out of ammunition, so this is no longer a brainless zombie tide, but a zombie army." When Ye Feng said this, his expression was unprecedentedly serious.

He thought for a moment and recalled to Tianding: "You take people to search the shelter to see if there is any other way out, I mean the underground kind." Whether it's a sewer pipe or a sewer, as long as we can find an outlet, we have a chance to escape. ”

"As you said, even if we use our strongest combat power to raid the corpse tide head-on and fight our way out of the corpse tide, with the existence of intelligent zombies, it will definitely send high-level zombies to destroy us." Tianding, who was at the end of the road, remembered and learned to think, and then, he beckoned the members of the two secret sentry teams, and before leaving, he asked Ye Feng: "How long can you hold on?" ”

Ye Feng replied: "As long as there are no zombies in the Awakening Period, there should be no problem if you persist until you find the exit." ”

"And what if not?" Tianding recalled and asked rhetorically.

"If you don't, you'll have to resign yourself to fate." Ye Feng's expression calmly changed the magazine, but this time, instead of shooting with the Whirlwind M4, he casually picked up a second-order modified rifle dropped by an NPC.

To deal with mother-level zombies, the second-order modified rifle is sufficient, and the third-order enhanced bullet of the Whirlwind M4 has to be used sparingly.

The zombies besieged the city, but there were no defenders in the city.

Ye Feng and more than two hundred survivor players were holding on to the city wall, only to see the gunfire of the fierce battle, countless blue lines of fire poured down from the sky above the city wall.

The output speed of nearly 600 bullets per second is really insignificant in the face of the tide of hundreds of thousands of zombies.

Under the city wall, the blue line of fire is constantly whistling past, and zombies are constantly falling, but soon, they will be filled by later zombies, and so on, giving people an endless sense of despair-

If the total number of corpses in front of you is estimated to be 300,000, and the survivors on the city wall are counted as 300, then it is possible to destroy the zombie tide by killing thousands of zombies per person.

But if this is true, it is obviously unrealistic, three hundred people, thousands of kills per capita, not to mention others, just in terms of ammunition, who can maintain the accuracy of gun headshots like Ye Feng, so that every bullet can play a role.

Then take a step back and say, ordinary survivor players, one bullet is not good, give two, a thousand zombies, they need two thousand bullets, two thousand bullets, where do they come from?

I'm afraid that if they can take out two hundred bullets in their combat backpacks, Ye Feng will have to thank God.

Soon, some of the survivor players' ammo was declared out of stock, and Ye Feng had no choice but to teach these players who had no ammo to fiddle with the small steel cannons that NPCs were flowing on the city walls, and the throwing weapons of jungle artillery.

Sou~!

Sou~!

The moment the cannonball roared out into the sky, the survivor player began to sigh at his extreme intelligence, and took a bold statement, this cannonball, you say the west, I will never hit the east.

Ye Feng could only smile bitterly on the side, there was a tide of corpses below, as long as the cannonballs flew down the city wall, wouldn't it be the same everywhere?

There are more and more players who don't have ammo, and some players have uneasy and panicked looks on their faces.

After fighting for so long, but the tide of corpses under the wall, there is no sign of decreasing, but there is a feeling of increasing, of course, it is not increasing, to be precise, it should be the zombies that have been replenished, the level is getting higher and higher, and the killing difficulty of second-order weapons has increased accordingly, and the number has not decreased, so naturally there will be more!

"Blood Mist, what now?" After running out of ammunition, the survivor player thought of Ye Feng and the man with a fourth-order biochemical weapon.

"Throw the corpse!" Ye Feng looked at the shelter that had already been bleeding a river, and said calmly.

"What do you say, throw a corpse?" Survivor players obviously disagree with Ye Feng's approach, which is contrary to the spirit of humanitarianism!

"If you are willing to sacrifice your body to the zombie horde, then I didn't say that." After Ye Feng finished speaking, he ignored the survivor players and continued to focus on shooting under the city wall, he had to control the height of the corpse ladder and not let them come up.

As for letting the survivor players throw corpses, it is a test for them, and Ye Feng wants to tell the survivor players in this way that human nature can be distorted in the face of living life.

The survivor players, for a while, did not accept Ye Feng's suggestion, or the suggestion to throw the corpse, they had no ammunition, so they had to stay at the edge of the wall, watching the corpse ladder under them accumulate higher and higher.

There were too many fewer gunshots, and the players in the first war zone, who were not easy to survive, usually had no time to accumulate second-order ammunition, so in less than ten minutes, after the five base ammunition was finished, they collectively dumbed fire, climbed on the city wall, and looked at each other.

Ye Feng was still shooting, and the sixteen members of the Dark Sentinel Force were also shooting, and before Tianding Memories found a breakthrough, they had to ensure that the zombie hordes could not attack the city wall.

It's just that the number of people is limited after all, and they can't fight in front of the corpse tide on their own.

The zombie wall is getting higher and higher, and the survivor players on the city wall, some of them can't sit still, they look at the mother zombies who are about to climb the city wall, and then look at the corpses under their feet, and in an instant, they wake up.

In the face of life, how fragile human nature is.

The first corpse, thrown off the wall by two survivor players.

Then there was a second, and then a third.

The corpses were agitated, and the fresh flesh that fell from the sky made them regain the instinctive desire of the walking dead, and they began to rage, began to roar, and began to compete for fresh flesh like wild beasts.

The pressure on the city wall was temporarily relieved, Ye Feng had relaxed for a moment, he looked back at the direction of the shelter, and muttered with some anxiety in his heart: "Tianding recalls, haven't you found it yet, are you?" ”