Ye Fan is in a very happy mood now.

The construction of the final virtual building has finally been completed, and if he gets funds in the future, he can concentrate on the construction and development of the base and the promotion to battalion commander.

And the emergence of many new cars has made him more confident in the future.

In the current post-apocalyptic form, as long as he can have a battalion of troops and the vehicle configuration is completed, even if there are twenty or thirty thousand zombies coming over, he will not be afraid, and even a small town with a population of tens of thousands like Chengguan Town, he can bulldoze it in waves.

At this moment, he even looked at the survivors who came to make trouble, and he was a little cute.

Because it's just the right time to try your new firepower.

Their dynamics have always been in Ye Fan's control, because of the patrol soldiers, those survivors have not found a good opportunity to attack, and now they are still lurking behind the dirt bag.

Without mortars, these people might still be a bit tricky, but mortars have a special feature of this weapon, that is, they can hit the enemy in a parabolic way.

It's the same with lurking behind dirt bags.

Ye Fan led the troops to the police station quickly, and saw the two mortar fighters who were already waiting indoors.

"Mortar gunner Lin Jingcheng reports to the commander!"

"Mortar observer, Mitomo Tebashi reports to the chief!"

The two sturdy young men saluted Ye Fan together, both of them had that unique military atmosphere.

Ye Fan gave them a return gift: "Tell me about your situation." ”

"Report to the chief, we use a domestic PP89 type 100 mm mortar, the gun weighs 20.2 kilograms, uses laser targeting technology, the maximum range is up to 6,500 meters, the minimum range is 100 meters, and it is equipped with three anti-personnel grenades, three anti-personnel incendiary bombs and one flare in the starless state. The explosive power of the cannonball covers a diameter of twenty meters!"

Ye Fan looked at these two elite soldiers, the Red Alert soldiers have a characteristic, that is, no matter what kind of troops, in fact, their combat effectiveness is not weak, although they are artillery, they are also equipped with guns.

What is the specific combat effectiveness Ye Fan didn't ask, in short, he didn't have to guess and was stronger than himself.

Hearing the range of this mortar, Ye Fan suddenly had a bottom in his heart.

The maximum range can reach 6500 meters, which can hit outside the current radar range.

This is thanks to their own artillery, if the enemy's artillery opens fire on themselves from outside the firing range, maybe this apocalyptic journey will end here.

Ye Fan said to Lin Jingcheng: "Lin Jingcheng, can you hit the enemy behind the dirt bag?"

Lin Jingcheng looked at Qiao Sanyou: "Observe the hand, observe it." ”

Qiao Sanyou immediately said to Ye Fan: "Sir, the long-range accuracy of our starless artillery may not be very high, but if you can't hit it at such a close distance, you can take off my head and kick it as a ball!"

"Haha! Well, in that case, let's welcome our guests and give them a shot. ”

"Understood!"

The artillery was about to start moving immediately, and Ye Fan stopped them again.

Because he saw that not only was there an enemy behind the dirt bag, but there was also a blue point of light lurking in the trees about a kilometer away.

And this person is dark blue, and it is estimated that he is an ability, which can also be called an ability.

Ye Fan suspected that this person might be a sentry or something, and he could observe the situation on his side, so he immediately took the artillery to the back of the police station, which was just enough to block the view of the people on the tree.

"Let's get ready to fire right here. ”

The two artillerymen immediately mounted the guns on the ground, quickly adjusted the angle, observed the distance, and installed the shells.

An anti-personnel grenade is installed and ready to fire.

The third child with a dozen or so people was lying behind the mound of dirt and was a little impatient.

He held a walkie-talkie in his hand and kept asking the bald king Huining on the tree.

"Bald, aren't you alright?"

"Wait, the sentries at the police station have stepped up their patrols at this time, probably because of martial law in wartime. ”

"Damn, are these people sick, and now it's the end of the world, and they are so strict?"

"If you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, you have to be patient if you want to get something out. ”

"Be patient, the big army will come back in a while, and we won't even have a chance. ”

The bald man couldn't help but scold him: "Don't move if you don't have a chance, there are dozens of people on the other side, the armed forces are very strong, and the whole army may be wiped out if you act rashly, we would rather be patient for a while than cause unnecessary losses, at least this trip we didn't come in vain, and found out the depth of this group of people." ”

Although the third child is strong, he still listens to the bald man, who is a think tank in Daqingshan Prison, and although he has strong combat effectiveness, he can only be regarded as a general.

The third child was silent, and Wang Huining continued to observe.

After a while, Wang Huining saw that many people had returned from the police station.

A young man who looked like an officer led the team, and more than twenty people returned.

Seeing this, the bald man had already abandoned the attack plan.

To attack again is to find death, so he will not do such a stupid thing, and he immediately informed the third child: "You are ready to retreat at any time, their people are back." ”

The third child let out a long breath, put down the walkie-talkie, and couldn't help but scold his mother.

"Running all the way here and going back without a fart is a really frustrating errand. ”

The person next to him reminded: "Third brother, let's withdraw, there are too many people on the other side." ”

"Damn, you can't come here for nothing!"

The third child looked left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Because not far in front of the dirt bag, he found a box of cigarettes.

In these days, cigarettes are also a precious thing, and in the prison base, ordinary people who want to smoke have to exchange food for it, and it is expensive to die.

He didn't know whose cigarette had been dropped here, but he saw that it was his.

"It's still Yuxi, it's Lao Tzu. ”

He jumped out from behind the dirt bag, took the box of cigarettes in his hand, and quickly ran back again, without letting the patrol soldiers notice.

In fact, this cigarette belonged to Jiang Shilong, and he took this route when he escaped, but he was killed by a sniper in the river in front.

With the cigarette in his pocket, the third child was about to prepare to retreat.

Bang~~~!

Suddenly, there was a noise from the police station.

"What's that?" said the third child.

Before he could react, a ball of fire exploded behind the dirt bag!

Smoke and dust were everywhere, shrapnel swirled, and a scream suddenly sounded, and suddenly stopped!

A deep crater was blown out of the ground, and a dozen or so people gathered behind the dirt bag, and they were served in a pot.

The others just let out a scream and didn't move, apparently hanging up on the spot.

The third child is worthy of being a capable person, his body is strong, and the shell did not explode in front of him, his body was thrown out seven or eight meters, and he fell heavily to the ground, and his body was drenched in blood from shrapnel, but he was still alive.

The walkie-talkie was still usable because it was not under fire in front of him.

The anxious voice of the bald king Huining came.

"Three, how are you?"

Lao San's teeth clicked, and the anger and grievances in his eyes could melt gold and iron.

"Bald, I'm afraid I'm going to die, you run..... Go back and tell Boss Xing and report to me..... Revenge!"

"These bastards, Lao Tzu will pick them up..... Picked up a box of cigarettes, as for taking ..... Bombard me?"

After the first shot, someone from the police station had already rushed out.

Soldiers with guns ran quickly, and the barking of dogs was particularly clear in the darkened field.

"Run! I'll fight them!"

Lao Sanqiang stood up, holding the gate knife in his hand, and greeted him tragically.

Seeing this situation, the bald king Huining didn't dare to stay any longer, he didn't know how the other party found out about his people, but it was obvious that he had failed today.

He must return to the prison base alive in order to avenge his accomplices.

Desperately jumping off a tree and driving a motorcycle.

In the dark of night, he could not take care of the bumps and dangers of the road, and he ran out four or five kilometers in one go.

Seeing that the hustle and bustle over there was far away, he let out a long breath.

It was nearly five kilometers away from the police station, and it was dark at night, and his vision was no longer clear, and he felt safe enough before he stopped the motorcycle.

There was a faint roar of zombies around, and there seemed to be someone chasing after him over there, but in such a dark sky, he was not worried.

Looking at the lights at the police station, I gritted my teeth: "That officer, I remember you!"

Before the words fell, suddenly a white light rose into the sky in the distance!

Bang!

The blinding light illuminates this place as bright as day!