"Oh my God, they're all over the place!"

"Zone C needs support!"

"Be careful, lie down!"

"At 12 o'clock, fire! Fire! ”

"They're coming up, Zhang San, lead someone to block that opening, quick!"

Due to the limited ammunition, the heavy artillery fire on the Alliance side did not last long, and countless smasculators were smashed to pieces, but it still did not have the effect of turning the tide of the battle. As soon as the artillery fire on this side stopped, the direction of the zombie army instantly changed color, and countless huge stones roared towards the alliance's position.

No one still remembers that this was already the first round of attack, and the barrel in his hand was already hot, and many people's guns had a series of malfunctions such as jamming or exploding.

Under the impact of the zombie army, the human defense line is like a precarious embankment in a storm, and it may collapse at any time. The attrition in the battle was very serious, from the time of casualties to the present, there have been dozens of casualties, many seriously wounded lying on the ground and groaning in pain, but no one has treated them, because even the hygienists have already picked up their guns and rushed to the front line of the battlefield.

Wei Tao led a firefighting team composed of members of the original Tiger Squad, appearing in all the weak links of the defensive line, where there is danger, there are them, but as the battle continues, the corpses of the zombies have already piled up, and the wall used as a bunker has become full of holes under the continuous bombardment of heavy objects, and the zombies who have been killed one after another can easily climb the wall and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the defenders of the alliance.

The defense line is precarious, but the tenacity of the defenders is beyond everyone's imagination, and every time everyone feels desperate, I don't know if it is luck or the strong will of the soldiers, miracles always appear again and again. The soldiers mechanically fired, loaded, troubleshooting, and then shot, in the high-intensity battle, the comrades around them fell one after another, and even resurrected to become a member of the enemy army, not everyone can hold on to the end, the enemy is always like a tide, endless, but in the entire alliance's defense line, no one chose to retreat.

Unfortunately, luck is a quick consumable, and the speed at which it consumes is proportional to the strength of the enemy. In the history of human warfare, the side with the largest number is not necessarily the winner, and there are countless examples of winning more with less, and the weaker side can defeat the enemy with superior forces through different strategic and tactical attacks and more advanced weapons.

However, in the war with the zombies, that is, the Queavello people, the art of war, weapons and other things that humans are proud of are almost not worth mentioning in front of the Queavello people. The Fifth Solar Age, that is, the solar age in which we humans live, is called emotional civilization, that is, compared with us humans, the Queavello people do not know what emotions are at all, and their world is only the law of the jungle, without joy, anger, sorrow, and fear.

The "shelling" from the direction of the zombie army finally stopped, and the defenders spent a lot of effort to barely block the attack that was just cannon fodder, just as people were about to take a breath, the luck of the alliance finally ran out, and the phalanx composed of smasherents pressed the last batch of cannon fodder, and slowly started, and the zombie dog phalanx also accelerated towards the two flanks of the defense line.

"After the Tiger Squad is broken, the others will retreat!" The battle just now bought precious time for the others, so that most people could safely retreat to the bomb shelter, that is called bravery, and now the zombie army is pressed by the whole army, if you don't retreat, it will not be brave but stupid.

Watching the soldiers he trained with his own hands fall one after another, Wei Tao's heart was dripping blood, Wei Tao was not the kind of stupid commander, and he would not be impulsive to the point of desperation because of the battle situation. He knew very well that these people in front of him were the last hope of the Alliance, and if all these warriors died here today, even if the Alliance could survive this attack, it would not have the capital to survive in this apocalypse in the future.

"Control center, can the defense system still work?" Withdrawing from the battlefield, the soldiers felt deeply tired, almost everyone had light or serious injuries, those soldiers who were bitten by zombies, said goodbye to their comrades with tears, and rushed towards the most densely populated area of zombies with grenades.

The smoke of the explosion had not yet dissipated, and the soldiers supported each other and retreated towards the bomb shelter step by step, and their figures looked so desperate under the lead cloud. Wei Tao led the "tigers" to fight and retreat, and more than a dozen people undertook the task of blocking dozens of people, and the pressure can be imagined.

Retreat is not an escape, and there is also a lot of exquisiteness. In many cases, the troops that had fought bravely and fought hard before did not make good command arrangements when retreating, resulting in the entire retreat turning into a rout, and in the end, the entire army was inevitably annihilated.

Fortunately, the alliance had already made sufficient plans on this point, although the retreating fighters were exhausted and most of them were wounded, but the entire retreat was so orderly, the lightly wounded supported the seriously wounded, and the fighters with good physical strength stayed at the back of the team to be responsible for sweeping the tail, and from time to time they would assist the Tigers to increase their firepower.

With the help of the complex terrain environment in the Jianglu Machinery Factory, nearly 50 soldiers finally successfully retreated to the air-raid shelter, when the gate made of pure steel and up to 3 meters thick was closed, the ground area of the entire Jianglu Machinery Factory was densely packed with zombies, the zombie dogs were taking advantage of their small size to search house by house, and the terrible screams came out from a certain building from time to time, and soon there was no sound, only the noisy roar of the zombies echoed around.

The zombie general rode on the back of a sandworm and slowly observed the entire battlefield. The wound left by Wei Tao on its forehead had completely disappeared, and if anyone could see this scene at this time, they would be surprised to find that the zombie general's seemingly unintentional wandering was actually restoring the retreat route and retreat steps of the defenders.

The sandworm carried the zombie general and stopped in front of the heavy steel gate of the bomb shelter, the zombie general's ugly and cold face could not see any expression, and the amber third eye on his forehead stared at the gate deadly, his gaze seemed to be not limited by any time and space, and he could see through everything behind the heavy iron gate.

The zombie general's legs were slightly forced, and the sandworms under him suddenly let out a deafening roar, and the muscles in his body suddenly began to contract! ~！