On the second day, the sky was already bright, and Ran Xiong woke up groggy, and he was very full of wine, but Maotai didn't have good wine, which was good.

Meeting, high-level full.

"Report to the patriarch, under the leadership of the second master of the deputy commander, all the guns have been brought back, and our regiment is currently cleaning the prosperous area and collecting resources." The head of the first regiment, Ran Zhiguo, stood up and made a report.

"Clean up as soon as possible, don't let you have a regiment, the rest of the regiments and teams will attack in an all-round way, and be sure to make sure that there is no zombie in the entire prosperous area before lunch time!" Ran Xiong looked at the list of weapons in his hand and replied to the words of the head of the regiment.

What a fucking cannon! This is what shocked Ran Xiong! And his orders were quickly distributed to the regiments and brigades.

"Huh? Why is there no sound anymore? Ran Xiong raised his head, but saw everyone staring at him, and his eyes didn't move.

"Hey, all this stuff?" Ran Xiong raised the paper in his hand, "It's all shared, you don't have to sit so straight, and if you don't sit in a good position, I'll give you more." ”

So, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and bent over, everyone wants good things, but who knows how? If you don't behave well, you have a fart to eat!

"In this way, the weapons are divided into nine equal parts, and each regiment elects a reinforced platoon, and you decide for yourself. The remaining three copies, one for the guard battalion and two for the death squad. Of course, leadership positions should be satisfied first, okay? Ran Xiong said calmly.

What can be the opinion on this, especially the leadership priority to meet this point, the people here must be properly arranged, right? It's all about duty.

The commander of the first regiment stood up again and said, "Next, I would like to ask the deputy commander to explain the battle plan for the struggle area in the afternoon. ”

Deputy Commander? Only then did Ran Xiong notice the title of the second uncle, he was really an old man who was appointed by himself quickly, and this whole thing was too level.

The second master extinguished the cigarette, took off his straw hat again, and said: "The battle plan is as follows: the first and second regiments are responsible for the bridge, the third and fourth regiments are responsible for the second bridge, and the fifth and sixth regiments are responsible for the cultural street, all right?" ”

The six regiment commanders immediately got up and replied: "Guarantee to complete the task!" ”

"Hmm." Motioning for everyone to sit down, the second master continued, "First, each combat unit must destroy a certain section of the guardrail on both sides of the bridge, and destroy three sections, but it must ensure that the 200-meter bridge has six places where zombies can fall; Second, the bridge was sprinkled with gasoline, and twelve gasoline bottles the size of mineral water were placed to ensure that the fire at each node could be burned; Third, it is forbidden to use grenades or shelling, and bullets and other things should also be saved; Fourth, there can be a maximum of 20 people standing on the bridge, and each echelon should pay attention to rotation, and the clansmen should not be allowed to fight for a long time. ”

"Yes!" The six regimental commanders stood up again.

The battle plan was detailed and sufficient, Ran Xiong nodded, I really didn't expect the second master to have this brain, and he had a lot of peace of mind, after all, there were more than 10,000 people, and he alone could not guarantee everything.

Hungry wolves entered, tigers descended the mountain, and sweeping teams occupied the streets and alleys of the prosperous area of Heyan County.

They had a minimum combat unit for every five people, one with a shield, one with a spear, two with a knife, and one on guard to observe the mourning. Of course, this formation was arranged during the training period, and it was specially responsible for this kind of street sweeping battle.

But if you look closely, there are more than combat teams in the streets and alleys, the aunts of the cooking group are advancing with their heads held high with a kitchen knife, the young girls are showing off their flowers, the older women are well-dressed and pointing, and the children are also interspersed with them to look left and east.

There's a word, what's it called? Oh, it's called shopping, and soon they are already big bags and small bags, with big movements with their left hand and right hand, making the downtown area once again reproduce the lively scene before the end of the world.

The aunts are moving and carrying in the supermarket, the young girls are trying this and that spraying in the cosmetics store, the older women are changing from the clothing store to the clothes store, and the poor children are in charge of moving books......

Today's lunch is unusually rich, the drinks are full, the rice is enough, and all kinds of dishes are fried with oily taste, which makes people feast and say: delicious in the world!

And the sadness of being far away from home has long been digested in the intestines.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the atmosphere became serious again, and the guardrails of the three bridges were missing one piece here, and one was broken there, which was ugly and dead, and it was much more dangerous.

"Boom! Rumble! ”

There were bursts of thunder in the struggle area, which could be heard clearly across the riverbank......

Naturally, it was the monk's death squad attacking, in three directions, three main blocks, and they were driving motorcycles to make a big noise.

So much so that the zombies were so dissatisfied with their severed limbs and arms that they chased them with full horsepower. If they can scold people, they must be sold by a mother, and if they can be chased, they will also be defined as paying for the blood debts of several monks!

"Boom! Bang! Da Da Da Da ......" The monk trembled with excitement, the death squad had the most ammunition and the most sufficient firepower, and he was very happy to throw a thunder in one hand, and the strafing of the submachine gun was even more unscrupulous.

"Perhaps, this is the pinnacle of life! How invincible is, how ......" operated, operated, and the monk actually sang.

"Attention, the death squad is back, all prepare in battle formation!" Ran Zhiguo, the head of the first regiment, began to mobilize again, but at this time, he was not as hoarse as he was at the beginning, because the walkie-talkie in his hand could already be implemented in the hands of the team at the class level, what else do you need to do with a loud voice?

Therefore, technology changes combat, and technology creates advanced warfare!

"Fight through the struggle zone! Hit the struggle zone! I don't know who shouted the slogan, and it also caused everyone to shout at the top of their voices, and the walkie-talkie was only the sound of snowflakes after the midnight TV disappeared.

The zombies were angry, who did this Nima look down on? The Doomsday Juggernaut doesn't want to lose face? Is there too much food and can't taste wine? Or do you have too much alcohol and should be careful when eating?

So, the resounding "Whoa, whoa" zombie battle song sounded again, no matter how difficult the road was, no matter how strong the river wind was, and no matter how fast and cold the river was, they did not hesitate and did not pay attention to it at all!

After all, I don't want to think about who this huge mourning group is afraid of?

A glorious zombie fell until it made a splash, it couldn't believe it, it was all a mourning friend, why are you squeezing me down?

It wasn't until the moment when the river wind blew its head that it fell off not far away, so it stared, this is the friendship that belongs to zombies!

Allies, you live up to me! Let the river take you and me forward again.

The dumpling-like zombie team was carried away by the river like this, but there were always brave people who ran all the way to the other side of the river.

Let you taste the wrath of our mourning!