At the mouth of Heyan County, where the shouting of killing shook the sky, the first large-scale team battle belonging to the Tulang clan was still going on.

"Holy shit, this is the seventh wave, why are there still so many zombies!" One by one, the Tulang warriors complained.

From more than twelve o'clock to more than three o'clock now, the excitement and passion of going to the battlefield at the beginning have disappeared, and some are only deeply tired.

I feel that the scale of the zombie group is small, but somehow, the zombie group that calls friends and friends can always maintain an absolute number of leads, wave after wave, group after group, endlessly, and the hands that come are dancing!

Look at the old and disabled mourner who fell behind, he climbed for three or four hours before moving twenty or thirty meters, but he didn't give up, and the only remaining arm still maintained a swooping posture, and the force dragged only half of the upper limb to move.

If there is a zombie model worker award, it will definitely become one of the top ten touching mournings of the year!

Didn't you hear that? Even if it can't crawl, it still roars hoarsely, always maintaining the highest fighting spirit, and encouraging the bereaved friends around it at all costs!

This practical old age disabled funeral is certainly worthy of admiration, but it is not the most dazzling one.

Look, the child with two iron rods in his chest is mourning, and it is far behind the zombie army, but even if it is backward and in poor physical condition, it is still dancing!

It is also always fierce and fierce!

The black saliva flowed into a river, and drop by drop fell on the iron rod on its chest, it was such a dedicated performance!

Fall, get up again! The saliva is gone, and I roar twice, and I secrete it wildly!

Of course, there are also many professional zombies, unpretentious, the concept of "the winner eats meat" runs throughout, and unswervingly sprints towards the other side of the goal and desire of yearning!

Even if the body dies, even if the body is broken, even if the road is long and resistant!

"Patriarch, we still underestimate the number of zombies! If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that the zombies in the downtown area will come at night! "The commander of the first regiment, Ran Zhiguo, is a little anxious, if the battle of this scale continues, it is inevitable that there will be casualties.

And once there are casualties, the people's will to fight and their fighting passion will definitely be greatly reduced, and at that time, what they are facing is not whether to retreat or not, but the problem of annihilation!

Could it be that at that time, everyone had to kill their own mourning clansmen and their own mourning relatives and friends with a knife and a spear at that time?

Ran Xiong naturally knew the seriousness of the problem, and said: "In the next wave, let the guards battalion first ensure that they use muskets to mass-kill, and the rest will have to look at the situation again, I hope the battle can end before dark!" ”

"Okay! Fortunately, the zombies in the struggle area did not cross the bridge, otherwise we would have to retreat today. Ran Jun and Ran Feng took the order, and they were secretly glad in their hearts, giving themselves some good psychological hints.

The battle on the seventh floor was much more intense, and I don't know if the westward shift of the sun gave the zombies more momentum, and their hideousness became more concrete.

"Die! Die! Dasha's voice was hoarse, this was the second time he stood in front of the fortifications, but this time, even if he had cut down fifty-six zombies, he still felt that it was far from enough, because there were more and more zombies!

Of course, Dasha will not be afraid or retreat, even if his arms are numb, even if his legs are a little trembling, it is only because he is tired.

He can't retreat, he can only fight hard, his sister and mother are watching him from behind! How dare you speak lightly?

"Buzz! Airplanes! Airplanes! "It's the sound of a chainsaw.

The Chainsaw Maniac was supposed to be on the next level of fortifications, but he couldn't bear it anymore, he blamed himself, he was in pain!

So, this is the third time he has stood in front of the fortifications, no one has been fighting longer than him, and no one has killed more zombies than him!

"Please! Please! Haha, it's useless for you to ask! "The Chainsaw Maniac is still the same Chainsaw Maniac, crazier than a zombie.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone usually eats a big pot of rice together, the familiar can't be more familiar, and I really think that this dog's day Ozawa is a pervert, a psychopath, and a sadist......

Ozawa didn't care, even if that kind of questioning gaze often swept over him, he didn't make an excuse, and he didn't even bother to give a look back.

When he's resting, he just refuels the chainsaw, or replaces it with a new pair of gears, or cleans the gears of bones and zombie minced meat.

He began to laugh again, shouting, "What a wonderful note! Listen, listen to me! You must be in your head and heart, okay? You're happy, and I need it too! ”

Piece after piece of zombie skulls flew around, and one zombie skull after another splattered and smashed on Ozawa's face many times, but this seemed to make him more excited and complacent.

Gradually, the sky has begun to darken, I believe that in another hour, this will be the world of zombies!

At that time, it was also the beginning of the gluttonous feast of the zombies, and this was already the eleventh layer of fortifications, but the zombies still did not lose much.

"Ahh A young man screamed, his hand bitten by an elderly disabled mourner crawling out of nowhere.

The old and disabled are biting to death, and they do not let up, even if their body has been lifted!

However, this time it burst out with the persistence of the whole body!

This is the taste of blood, this is the taste of flesh.

The eyes of the elderly mourners were wide open, and the abscesses on their faces couldn't help but explode a few because of the momentary stimulation.

This taste in his mouth should be the first recollection of the time, when he was only a mourner of old age, and the bad luck of disability did not happen to him.

"Horses, two babas!" Dasha stood next to him and cursed.

His knife was not slow, and he cut off the head of the old man and the disabled mourner with one sword, and then cut off the hand of the young man with another knife.

After doing all this, whether he is dead or alive can only depend on the young man's own creation, and he will continue to cut zombies.

Just looking at the old and disabled funeral that was not blind, he was angry and cut off all its heads with a knife.

Although he died of old age and disability, his actions brought blood in return and made him famous.

Stimulated by blood, the bereaved friends next to them were even more aggressive, and the black saliva of everyone directly drowned its disabled body.

The last thing that can't happen still happens, this is the last thing Ran Xiong wants to see, but what can be done.

The Guards Musket did meet the requirements of mass destruction, but homemade muskets could not be used in battle for a long time, and would only be scrapped in an instant.

And as night falls, the time and place are favorable, and it will become the time and place are favorable.

An ethnic group may disappear into the long river of history like this, and no one remembers or remembers it.