"You mean, your own brother is coming to kill us, and you, but you came to inform us?" Zhao Qiang looked at Deng Lei lying on the hospital bed with some disbelief, his condition was very bad, with multiple open fractures, and most organs in his body were damaged, if it weren't for the strong recovery ability of the new human being, I am afraid that what Zhao Qiang was facing at this time would be a corpse.

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The base does not have too many concerns about contact with Jianglu, no matter whether the final result is good or bad, what should come will always come, therefore, except for making corresponding arrangements, life in the base has not changed much, and the team still patrols near the base every day, or goes out to farther places to find the supplies needed in the base.

The advantage of this is that the possible assembly of the zombie army can be found in time, there have been several similar incidents before, and the wise man who came out of nowhere brought a large number of zombies, assembled near the base for a few days, and then launched a fierce attack on the base, although each attack was resolved one by one with the concentric resistance of the base, but this also allowed the team to divide the field task into supply and patrol.

Zhao Qiang's head was hot and put forward the proposal to form an alliance, and everyone else began to act around this suggestion, drafting the charter, formulating goals or something, but Zhao Qiang patted his ass, playing the charter, goals and everything is the work of the internal service, and the field service cannot interfere or something like that, completely forgetting that he is the initiator, and wandering around with a team alone, no, it is a patrol.

Zhao Qiang's dislike of dealing with these cumbersome things has long been known to everyone, and he rarely interfered in the internal management of the base before, after reuniting with Peng Sha, it is very normal to not see Zhao Qiang in the meeting of the internal management of the base for a few days, even if he comes, Zhao Qiang just laughs and says hello to everyone, and then finds a place to start sleeping.

The biggest advantage of Zhao Qiang is that he liberates himself from his daily tedious work. This feeling, just like working outside before, every morning, go to the unit to report, start the day's work, go home after work, accompany your wife with peace of mind, and don't care about anything else.

The difference is the content of the daily work. Working in the unit, what he does every day is nothing more than some work in the office, here, Zhao Qiang's daily work content has become a battle, an endless battle with zombies.

"Head, anomaly found in Area 12." On the intercom, the sound of an observation post was heard. The base divides the surrounding area into different areas according to the nine-square grid and names them numerically, so that it is convenient to indicate the direction in time during the communication process.

"What's the situation?" The team led by Zhao Qiang happened to patrol the No. 1 area, which happened to form a diagonal with the No. 12 area.

"I don't know, it seems that there is a large-scale zombie gathering!" The sound of the observation post was a little nervous.

"Roger! Let's go over right away, inform Wei Tao, and get ready for battle! ”

"Yes!"

When the team arrived in Area 12, they found that the zombie horde was besieging an armored vehicle. This is a real armored car, not a knock-off made of cash trucks and steel plates spliced together by the base, but a real armored car, the Russian Tiger armored car.

The 6-ton body and 205-horsepower turbocharged diesel engine of the Tiger are on a rampage in the zombie horde, and this steel beast is very ferocious to squeeze those ordinary zombies or zombie dogs directly, and then drag them under their thick tires to crush them into a pulp.

But even so, the speed of the tiger is getting slower and slower, and without the support of firepower, any vain attempt to escape from the zombie horde with his own body is ridiculous. Zombies have no consciousness, let alone know what fear is, in their eyes, there is only food. Once you've come into the zombies' sights as food, all the zombies in the neighborhood will keep you alive as the heartiest dinner of the day.

The tiger style is very strong, the zombie group can only slap the car or the hood with their own hands in vain, and then is instantly swept under the tires by the tiger style, in a series of bones shattering sound, the tiger style just a slight bump passed, leaving behind the smooth black blood all over the ground.

The tiger rushed left and right, but for a while, he couldn't get rid of the siege of the zombie group, and at the intersection in the distance, the figure of the smasher appeared. There is only one driver on the Tiger, no one can control the .50BMG on the roof of the car, and no one dares to directly challenge the authority of the Smasher, even if they are hiding inside the Tiger.

Tiger can only choose to turn around in the zombie group, but it is a very painful thing to turn around in a street full of zombies with a body of up to 4.6 meters, and there are more and more zombies that are crushed into meat by the tiger style, and the situation of the tiger style is becoming more and more dangerous.

"Come on! Come on! The driver slammed on the accelerator and desperately slammed the steering wheel to try to drive the Tiger out of the blood swamp, but no matter how hard he tried, the Tiger could only roar helplessly in place, and the special tires were idling in the deep blood swamp, throwing the black blood into the distance.

Outside the carriage, has been surrounded by hundreds of zombies, with the help of a 5 mm thick, heat-treated single deck made of car body, the zombies outside for a while and a half can not help the driver in the car, but seeing the closer and closer smasher, the driver's face began to become desperate.

The driver's fears were not unfounded, and the smasher soon broke through the wall of zombies and began to tear at the tiger. The smasher came up and slammed the tiger with its fist, and the 5 mm thick steel plate was smashed into a huge dent by it, although there was no sign of breaking, but the driver of the car was scared to death.

Seeing that the hammer blow did not seem to work, the smasher began to tear the armor of the tiger again, it seemed to have found a suitable position to start, and with a burst of effort, the tiger's body made a screeching sound, just like the sound made when the hull of a submarine diving to the extreme depth began to deform under the strong water pressure.

Seeing that the body of the car could disintegrate at any time in the hands of the smasher, the driver of the car finally couldn't bear such a strong pressure, and his head tilted and fainted, so he didn't know how he was saved.

When he woke up again, his body had been wrapped into a zongzi with a bandage, and he would feel a heartache when he moved slightly, and when he opened his eyes, the zombies had disappeared, and several men in SWAT uniforms were standing around.

"Are you awake?" An unfamiliar voice sounded, and the driver could hear that there was no hostility in it.