Five minutes ago, at the door of the ammunition depot of the Ministry of Armed Forces.

"Da-da."

Lead bullets whistled out of the muzzle with bright flames, nailed into the black corpses one after another.

The young man had a flat end of the gun, his shoulder bones were constantly shaking with the frequency of tremors when he shot, and the whole person stood firmly in place.

He had to admit that at this moment of life-and-death crisis, his mind was blank.

Only shooting, mechanically pulling the trigger, constantly firing at the front.

There are black corpses on all sides, and there is no need to think too much about trade-offs.

If you don't kill the black corpse closest to you first, you will be the one who dies......

The ammunition reserves in the duplex magazine were rapidly decreasing, the barrel was hot, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was gradually coming out.

This black corpse was accidentally hit by a bullet in the eye socket and died on the spot, the black corpse was hit by several bullets through the spine and rolled to the ground, and the black corpse on the side was broken and lost its cervical vertebrae for a while......

However, there were more black corpses pouring forward step by step.

The clutter that is piled up to act as bunkers and obstacles simply doesn't work!

"Whoa."

A few tables and chairs that were the least careless when they were stacked at the beginning fell down.

He overestimated the sturdiness of the obstacles he had laid out with his own hands, and underestimated the strength of these corpse-transforming monsters.

At the end of the day, it's just inexperienced.

But that doesn't justify that.

The black corpse that was transformed because it was bitten by a black corpse is called the "acquired corpse mutant".

Many of them have become what they are simply because of their "lack of experience".

The post-cataclysmic world is new to everyone alive and full of dangers.

The corpse mutant is a product of the path of crystal nucleus evolution, and it should not be speculated with common sense before the catastrophe.

"Da-da-da-da."

"Ding, ding, ding."

The bullet casings accumulate a layer at the foot of the foot, and the metal crunch of the bullet hits each other. Ah Ping's chest ached under the shock, and his shoulder blades were also tortured by the butt of the gun, and the accuracy of the shot was further reduced.

In the current state of rifle continuous fire, he can't kill three or two black corpses with ten shots!

If you switch to bursts, the accuracy is indeed easy to control, but the lethality will be significantly reduced.

In the end, he was just an amateur, and he was led by his father to practice guns a few times.

Today's shooting volume has far exceeded all the targets he has ever shot.

The depleted automatic rifle was hurled forward, knocking a rather thin black corpse to the ground.

Ah Ping flipped backwards and hid behind a new layer of cover.

The two Paleta miniature submachine guns were changed into their hands in the blink of an eye, more bullets gushing out of the barrels, and the momentum of the corpses was also stagnant.

But this success was only temporary. With the gun in both hands, Ah Ping no longer has any accuracy at all.

That is, low-level black corpses with no intelligence will huddle together and let him slaughter, no matter where the bullet hits, it is not "off target".

At the same time, his body will not be able to support it.

His shoulders were swollen from the constant high-frequency vibrations, and he could feel the pain deep in his bone marrow. Ah Ping's hands, sooner or later, will not be able to hold these two micro punches!

He endured the discomfort, sustaining the steel torrent of bullets, and the advance of the corpses was barely suppressed.

But he was so close to the corpses that he could almost see the bloody flesh of a black corpse hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Which hapless ghost was torn apart and eaten?

Was that a stranger to the black corpse, or was it his friend? Or is it ...... Close relatives?

It suddenly occurred to him that everyone around him used to call him "Ah Ping", but from now on, he ...... It seems that no one will ever call him that again.

"Ahh Give me death! ”

Ah Ping stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, and fired in unison with both guns, dozens of bullets whistled out, and instantly blasted the black corpse into a sieve.

But it also comes at a cost.

Because of his willfulness, the black corpses in other directions were closer to him.

Behind him was the warehouse gate—the last line of defense he had laid out in advance, and he had no way out.

But then again, even if he didn't have willfulness this time, it was doomed.

Because every time he stopped firing and replaced it with a new magazine, the corpses would take advantage of this short gap to get closer to him......

"Dada...... Click......"

The magazine was empty again, Ah Ping pulled out the empty magazine as quickly as possible, and then stretched out his hand to the table on the side, but he raised his hand and touched it.

Running out of ammo......

Even if he had found so many matching guns in advance, and had been busy in the ammunition depot for half a day to fill the magazines like a hill, he never thought about it...... The sound of gunfire will attract a wave of black corpses.

It's not a densely populated uptown!

Matching the number of black corpses with the number of bullets is simply a fool's plan to leave no room for nothing.

A single bullet can kill a person and incapacitate a person so badly that it can be incapacitated. But this kind of experience, if it is applied to the corpse transformation monster after the cataclysm, it will not work at all.

If Lang Hua was here, he would definitely know this. But Ah Ping is not Lang Hua, and he does not have Lang Hua's resume and experience in dealing with the corpse tide in his previous life.

Did he regret it? I don't know. All he had in his head was a mess.

Return to the ammunition depot to reload...... No, once the door is blocked by the corpses, there is no way to escape.

No, escape? Why did he run away? How dare he escape!

If he doesn't kill all these monsters and murderers in front of him, he might as well die immediately!

There were also two grenades on the table, which were originally used by him to blow up the breakthrough to escape when he was surrounded by a small number of black corpses.

But at that time, the scale of the corpse herd was not envisioned at all......

Two grenades, just a drop in the bucket...... It was strange to be able to explode a gap between hundreds of black corpses.

The hateful black corpse also seems to know the fact that he is about to catch fresh prey. The muddy saliva from his mouth scrambled out and flowed to the ground.

It seems that the sound of "ho ho" that has not changed for thousands of years still sounds unclear, but it is clearly much higher-pitched.

An instinctive reflex thirsting for evolutionary energy, a strange combination of the Black Mist spore community and the walking dead host......

Ah Ping smiled miserably: "Grandpa, father, am I going to follow your back?" ”

When death is about to come, death is no longer a terrible thing.

At this time, Ah Ping saw a knife, a knife pinned to his waist.

This set of Tang knives originally belonged to the grandfather, and was given to him by the old man at the coming-of-age ceremony at the beginning of this year.

"Simply...... Let's just fight again. ”

Ah Ping took a deep breath and put his hands on his waist.

"Ding."

The long knife was unsheathed, and he seemed to have power again. With just a swirl of the blade, he severed off the head of a black corpse that approached him.

Unfortunately, this small result quickly faded away like ripples on a pond.

One black corpse was cut down, but more black corpses scrambled to fill the void.

Victims of the famine who scrambled for food...... That's probably what happened.

However, he is not willing to be the food that his opponent can easily get, he is not willing to be a fish and meat that can be used by others, and he does not want to be a stepping stone on the opponent's smooth path to evolution!

My father didn't listen to his grandfather back then, abandoned the army and joined the army, and finally injured his leg in the border friction. In the end, my father returned to Shashi and was honorably discharged from the army and served as an idle post as the head of the armed forces, but he did not have the physical conditions to continue to practice martial arts.

But he is different, the cultural and compulsory education on weekdays does not delay his grandfather's high hopes for him. After laying a solid foundation, Ah Ping began to practice with his grandfather at the age of 12.

Countless evenings of colorful clouds, countless weekends forced to stay away from his peers, from wooden sticks to bamboo knives to iron knives, accumulated over the years to successfully survive that terrible midnight.

In the sea of corpses and blood on the "Advent Day", it takes luck and strength to escape.

For this reason, he had thought more than once about whether his father would have survived the night of the catastrophe if his father had practiced martial arts all the way back then.

Instead of limping and dodging, he was bitten by his grandfather after the corpse transformation, and eventually became an unrecognizable walking corpse.

Martial arts are not just routines in the eyes of ordinary people.

Whether it is fists and kicks or swords and blades, from the most realistic point of view, thousands of times of tempering are enough to make the practitioner's grasp of his own limbs more flexible.

Limbs, center of gravity, rushing, dodging, more than enough to attack and defend......

Knowledge fills the spirit, while martial arts make one truly familiar with every corner of the physical self.

Gradually, the mind will gradually follow the body movements, rather than the clumsy contradiction between the two.

Finally, the precise control of one's own limbs is achieved.

Every movement and stillness is freewheeling, that's it.

Ah Ping couldn't help but think-

If his father hadn't given up practicing martial arts back then, he would definitely have been able to get out of the moment before the black corpse's teeth snapped, just like he dodged the corpse's father's several bites.

If my father can let go of the so-called rebellion and self-esteem, he will follow his grandfather again to practice knives after changing jobs. Haiping believed he would be able to react.

Even if he would be shocked, hesitant, and puzzled, even if the monster in front of him was once a relative......

But just like my grandfather taught him - those who hold the knife should not be merciful.

But...... There is never an if.

Section II

The Tang horizontal knife in Ah Ping's hand has been in the hands of his grandfather for forty years. It was commissioned by my grandfather to make a good friend, and it was made with reference to the ancient method of "filling steel", which was more sophisticated than the prestigious Su Iron Knife.

Ah Ping slid backwards, dodging a scratch from the black corpse in front of him, but his heel hit the door of the warehouse.

Not only is there no way out, but at this time he has no room to move left and right, which is a more dangerous situation than being surrounded by groups.

Ah Ping gritted his teeth, and with a swing of his right arm, he brought the Tang knife with a narrow blade and thick ridge, and slashed at the neck of this black corpse.

The sharp blade was blessed by inertia, and the head of this black corpse was cut off!

But it was also because of inertia that the headless black corpse body fell towards him.

In this case, he knew that he could not be crushed by the corpse!

In desperation, Ah Ping had no choice but to raise the blade of the knife to block the speed-type black corpse rushing from the left, and take a step forward.

A powerful knee was launched, and the headless black corpse turned around and leaned back.

When it landed, the tip of the double-edged blade slammed into the ground, piercing the head of the black corpse whose mouth was still opening and closing.

He didn't want to be bitten on the ankle by this guy in the subsequent battle.

……

Ah Ping rushed forward like this, and he was extremely bold to break into the depths of the corpse.

At this time, although there was room to maneuver left and right, it became an enemy on all sides, and the situation was not improved.

The black corpses were rushing towards where he had stood, but now they slammed their heads against the iron door of the warehouse.

But there were a few skinny black corpses of the speed type that reacted very quickly, and when they turned around, they pounced again.

"Boom."

Behind it is another horizontal knife out of the sheath.

Although the horizontal knife is a two-handed knife with a medium to long handle, the blade of less than one meter makes it completely controllable by Haiping with one hand.

This is a great test of the basic skills and physical fitness of the knife hand.

The steel knife weighed more than a few kilograms, and it was not the same as the practice in normal days when it was wielded for a long time. Doing so is a great load on his wrists, and he needs to be agile and dual-minded.

Even if Ah Ping has practiced knives since childhood, he can't maintain this state for too long.

But this is the best way to solve the current dilemma, and as for the future...... He couldn't think that far ahead.

The narrow and straight blade of about eighty centimeters long swung in front of Ah Ping's body, isolating several speed-type black corpses from the knife curtain.

"There is a gap!"

Seeing that the culling offensive of the group of corpses was disrupted by himself, there was a gap in the position behind Ah Ping's side where there were very few black corpses.

If you want to escape, here and now!

Ah Ping handed the blade "barrier" in front of him, and with the force of the black corpse hitting the knife surface, the reaction squeezed towards the gap behind the side.

He didn't just want to die, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he didn't want to bury his life here.

Even if we all die together, I don't want to!

Even if it is to die together, it will be with all the corpse monsters, and with this damn end of the world!

Only in this way can the mission of revenge be accomplished!

Ah Ping stepped back, but the price of his strength was also obvious—he was hit by a spine in the chest, making him almost breathless.

In the process of breaking through the blockade, the thick coat that I had put on in advance was scratched by the black corpse until the cotton wool turned out, and my wrist was also painful due to the previous twist.

Ah Ping knew that this state of holding a knife in both hands could not be maintained for a long time.

Maybe two more minutes, or maybe less......

The blade grows longer and heavier, and although it is full of lethality, it is a heavier burden and consumption for oneself who is gradually exhausted of physical strength.

At this moment, Ah Ping's two calves were also tied to a barrier knife, and the wide blade blade was only 20 centimeters, which could allow him to maintain a longer fighting time.

But relatively, an inch short is also an inch of risk.

When the means are exhausted, will the tattered coat that covers him still be able to support him until he escapes?

Is his fate to be scratched by the black corpse and gradually change corpse, or is it simply eaten by the black corpses?

He didn't want to give up yet.

But...... I don't know if it's providence.

The direction he wanted to break through was once again filled with a large number of black corpses.

And because he had to dodge the heavy punches of several power-type black corpses, he gradually returned to the position close to the warehouse......