Meng Soul didn't intend to treat these forcibly recruited people as cannon fodder, the swords and shields were all done by Li Gu before, and there was no deduction in terms of materials, for the farce in the back, Meng Soul felt that Guo Qian was right, and he would suffer from it when he was constantly broken, he hated this feeling that he was desperate in front of him, but there were people behind him who were making trouble, and for these ungrateful people, Meng Soul's consistent idea was to kill one and respect a hundred.

These people were pointed at several heavy machine guns, standing on the edge of the wall, the sea of corpses below was close to the wall, a large number of Molotov cocktails were thrown down, but the zombies made a move that surprised everyone, a large number of power zombies kept kicking the floating soil on the ground and covering the fire, basically the incendiary bombs were quickly extinguished as soon as they were dropped.

As the sea of corpses advanced, more evolved zombies rushed up, and fortunately, Meng Soul had enough ammunition, plus a lot of heavy firepower, and mortars fired non-stop, although there were many newly recruited recruits among these soldiers, but they blocked the attacks of zombies wave after wave, and the barrage formed by thousands of people shooting continuously was like a towering embankment in the waves, blocking the zombies like waves, wave after wave of impact.

But there are still great agile zombies were thrown up, those men who were forcibly recruited were on the front line of the wall, because they had just been forcibly recruited, and the troubles in the rear made them even more annoying, no one told them how to cooperate with the sword and shield, some people thought it was very troublesome to hold the shield and actually lost the shield in their hands, but without the protective gear, they were scratched in a few strokes, and then screamed and were dragged into the corpse group to pieces.

Some people were so frightened by the bloody scene that they turned around and ran, but they were greeted only by bullets that could bring death, a large number of men were killed by heavy machine guns, and the corpses were piled up all over the ground into a low wall, and the scorching bullets and corpses everywhere made these people not even dare to retreat, for fear that the soldiers guarding them would think they were going to run and give them a shuttle of bullets.

When people are scared to the extreme, there are only two states, one is to faint directly, and the other is angry, at this time fainting is no different from looking for death, so these men are angry, and they let out an unknown howl in their throats, raising the sword and shield in their hands to fight with the zombies.

In addition to those who have been carried away by anger, some men suddenly found that the shields in their hands were very useful, they could block the sharp claws of zombies, and stab the knives in their hands behind the shields, and quickly retract the knives, and easily kill zombies.

Gradually, these people also began to have some cooperation, they spontaneously formed a group, a group of four or five people, constantly covering the people around them, but also constantly cleaning up the zombies, and even some strong two, holding a clamp on both sides of the shield, clamping the zombies that jumped over, and then another person cut off the zombie's head with a knife.

As these people became more and more skilled in cooperating, more and more zombies that were thrown up were killed, so that those soldiers had more energy to deal with the zombies below.

Among these men, there is a squad that stands out in particular, this squad has a group of five men, the leader is a man with glasses, his eyes and legs are tied with ropes and tied to his head to prevent them from falling, this man does not look strong at all, but the shield in his hand is danced like a fan by him, and the zombies cannot get up after being fanned, and the companions around him follow closely behind, cutting off the heads of the zombies who fell to the ground.

The man with glasses shook the hair that blocked his forehead, took a breath and led the people around him to continue to attack the zombies that were thrown up, the zombies that were thrown up were cleaned up by these people, and the soldiers on the wall could concentrate on dealing with the corpses below, so there were fewer and fewer zombies that could be thrown up.

After these people overcame their fear, they suddenly found that the zombies were so easy to kill, and some of them became more and more courageous, attacking the last zombies on the wall, and killing all the zombies on the wall in just a few minutes.

The man with glasses straightened his hair, gasped and said, "Everyone pay attention to vigilance, rest on the spot, and stand up for yourself who is scratched......"

More than two dozen scratched men stood at the front with knives with ugly faces, and before they could speak, the man with glasses shouted: "Attention! Another zombie has been thrown up! Fight one is enough, fight two to make money! Kill! ”

As soon as the words fell, an agile zombie drew an arc from the top of his head and fell behind him, the speed of this zombie was very fast, and as soon as it landed, it flashed around in the crowd, and several men who were close to him were divided at once.

"Agile Type III!" The man with glasses shouted, Min III kept jumping around, causing more than a dozen deaths, and the man with glasses shouted at a middle-aged man who was scratched: "Lao Liu! Hold on to it! As long as I can kill it, I will have a bite to eat in the future, and I won't let your son go hungry! ”

When the middle-aged man heard the glasses man's words, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and then he shouted: "I hope you keep your promise!" ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man threw away the sword and shield in his hand, howled and pounced on Min III, who was running towards him, hugged the lower body of Min III, and Min III, who was about to jump, was hugged by him, and he couldn't jump up, and when he turned around and saw the man holding it, Min III's claws waved over, and one of the middle-aged man's arms was directly slashed by sharp nails, and the skin and flesh were directly opened, and the bones could be vaguely seen.

Min III then sent his arm forward, and most of his arm stabbed directly into the middle-aged man's back, and the middle-aged man squirted blood and shouted, "Come on!" I can't hold on anymore! ”

The man with glasses saw Min III being hugged by a middle-aged man, rushed over with a knife, and cut off the knife with a knife, and the head of Min III's zombie was cut off.

"Give me a good time, I hope you keep your promise...... The middle-aged man looked at the sky as if relieved after speaking, and muttered: "I'm here to accompany you......"

"Brush...", with the light of the knife, blood spurted out.

"Ahh This damn apocalypse! The man with glasses held a long knife dripping blood like a wounded lone wolf, and rushed back at the zombie that was thrown up.

The man with glasses was like a Spartan warrior, the long knife swirled, and the two Min II were cut in two in mid-air, and the next moment, the shield in his left hand swirled, slapping the zombie that was rushing towards him away, and then threw out the long knife in his hand to nail a zombie that was eating the dead to the ground, turned around and picked up the long knife dropped by the dead teammates around him and rushed towards the group that was being besieged by three zombies.

One of the four people around him had already been bitten to death, and another was also scratched, seeing that he couldn't survive, the injured one threw away his shield, picked up the grenade that several soldiers gave him, roared wildly and rushed into the corpse to blow himself up, and in just a few minutes, two companions died, and the man's crazy eyes also revealed a trace of sadness.