In a hurry, a soldier drew his sword at his waist and slashed at a zombie running towards him, a beautiful blow that left a deep blood mark on the mouth of the "man-eating monster" (xiōng), which would have been enough to render him incapacitated if he had been alive, or even die of blood loss.

Here's the problem: he's not alive! He's a terrifying zombie! That soldier's beautiful blow was no threat to the zombies at all. The soldier was clearly a practitioner, and after successfully completing his triumphant kill, he shook his silver sword in a dashing manner, and then slowly turned (shēn) with a smug smile on his face.

When he turned around, his smile froze on his face, because the "man-eating monster" in front of him was still looking at him. The soldier's heart shook for no reason, and he didn't even grasp the sword in his hand, and fell to the ground with a "bang~~". Then the zombie immediately pounced on him, pinned him to the ground, and slammed it down his throat.

The air echoed (dàng) the screams of this poor creature before he died, not because his spirit was too fragile, but because the blow he was full of confidence actually failed, which of course led to doubts. It's like if you shoot a pistol at a monster's head, you must think that his head will be opened by a flying bullet, but he doesn't have anything.

Do you doubt life? After all, according to common sense, there is no such thing as anyone who is okay with a shot in the head. This incomprehensible situation is naturally devastating to the unthinkable.

Although the zombie virus cannot spread in this world, just the lifeless attack of these zombies is enough to bring an unimaginable blow to the soldiers led by Wang. After all, they had more or less heard horror stories about strange ghosts, and at this time, they were directly seated, and there were terrible screams everywhere.

Another soldier mustered up his courage, picked up the spear, howled and rushed towards the zombie, the spear ran from the front (xiōng) of the zombie to the back (xiōng), the soldier held the end of the spear with a triumphant face, he thought that this "man-eating monster" was hit by this blow, and it would inevitably die, but the monster in front of him actually ignored the spear in the mouth (xiōng), and actually approached him little by little along the spear, he was so frightened that he threw the spear directly, and the result was that the "man-eating monster" took (xiōng) And the spear of the mouth swooped down on him.

Caught him, he desperately tried to kick the whole sticky monster away, but no matter how hard he tried, the monster's hands were like iron tongs, firmly fixed on his heels, he had to drag the monster around, hoping to get rid of him in this way, he was so panicked that he forgot to pull out the sword at his waist and cut off the monster's hands The simple solution.

After all, there is a limit to man's strength, and no matter how he runs, curses, or prays, he can't get rid of this monster. Think about it, how long can you run with a big living person in tow? How far? At most, it was a few minutes, and it was a kilometer, which was already the best record. In fact, it's definitely more exhausting than going out in iron shoes.

To make matters worse, he was so flustered that he didn't go to the crowded place at all, but instead ran towards the deserted and empty wilderness. As a result, he didn't get the slightest help.

Eventually, when the guy was tired and bent over like a dead dog, the zombie bit him the calf.

"Ah!! O Seven Gods! Virgin! Heavenly Father! Which of you will save me! Even if it's a stranger! However, his dying cry for help was destined not to be heard by anyone, because there were many more screaming and wailing in the distance! His voice was completely muffled, and in fact, his only "listener" was feasting on him (shēn) at this time, enjoying his hard-won blood (ròu) feast.

This group of zombies is not ordinary zombies, they are the elite of the zombies carefully selected by Han Xing, all of them are strong men with big shoulders and round waists in front of them (shēn), although they can't be compared with the "Devil Terminator", but compared to ordinary ordinary zombies, they can definitely be called elites!

Does the physique before the zombie (shēn) affect his combat effectiveness when he transforms into a zombie? The answer is: Yes! Because the zombie virus only removes their perception of pain and nerves, although it will be strengthened to a certain extent, the effect will definitely be better after the basic strengthening!

After losing the sense of pain, the zombies can be even more desperate, not afraid of casualties, and the strength of their bodies will lose their shackles and be exerted to the extreme, because they don't need to worry about muscle strain, fractures, or can't sleep at night because of muscle soreness, so they can exert the ultimate strength of human beings.

But everyone's potential is limited, for example, a trembling old man in his seventies and eighties and a young man in his twenties turned into a zombie, who wins if they fight? There is no doubt that it will definitely be the little young zombie who wins. Because he has a good foundation, he will naturally be stronger after transforming into a zombie.

It is not surprising that Earl Jon Clinton was asleep, for he had not slept well for many nights during the previous pursuit, and that he had come from the "rì" of the night. As a result, as soon as he found a chance to sleep, he naturally slept like a dead pig, even if the pot had been fried outside, he didn't find out.

In fact, in his dreams he heard the soldiers shouting, "The strange ghost is coming!" The Strange Ghost is coming! Help me! Run! They are monsters that cannot be killed! "Earl Jon Clinton was amused even in his dreams, and like most people, he scoffed at such far-flung horrors.

However, this cry changed his dreams, and he dreamed that he was slaughtering the strangers on the battlefield, until the strangers lost their armor and even let the head of the stranger slip back.

In the camp outside, the zombies were still chasing the soldiers, which seemed strange, thousands of people were being chased by hundreds of people, no matter how you looked at it, it was funny, and these hundreds of people were still very slow. The royal army was fleeing like a fed of frightened rabbits, but it was certain that it wouldn't be long before they regained their morale, given the number of them, especially after the initial fears subsided.

Han Xing in the distance was extremely anxious about this, after all, now the zombies were only relying on their temporary power to temporarily bluff Wang Lingjun, if they found out that they could solve the problem once and for all by attacking the head, they would probably start to fight back. I don't know if you still remember Han Xing poured gasoline on these zombies (shēn), and his plan was to use the method of throwing Molotov cocktails to artificially create a group of "flame walkers", and the burning zombies chased people everywhere! It's exciting to think about!

Just when Han Xing was about to find an opportunity to throw Molotov cocktails unconsciously, he found that several zombies in the distance were already "on fire"! It turned out that they happened to encounter a campfire used by the soldiers of the king army to cook during the march, and the zombies didn't know what pain was, if it was a wall of fire, they might still be held back by the fear of flames left by humans, and a few fires couldn't stop them at all! The gasoline on them (shēn) can be said to be a little bit, so as soon as their feet step into the fire, the flames spread to all of them (shēn).

When the king's army saw that these "strange ghosts" had stupidly stepped into the fire, and then the whole (shēn) was on fire, they immediately thought that these fools must be dead! Because in the legends they had heard, as long as the strange ghosts were burned by the flames, they would definitely turn to ashes, especially when they saw that those "strange ghosts" seemed to be "flammable", and they strengthened their conjectures.

"Archers! Ignition! Draw the bow! Shoot the arrows! An officer immediately organized his soldiers to form a line, and then asked the archers to light the arrows and headed towards the "strange ghosts" (shè), and all the zombies were suddenly infected with a raging fire and turned into burning people.

"Hahaha! I haven't lit a fire yet! Thank you so much for taking the initiative to help me light the fire! In return, I promise you won't be bored all night long, this 'bonfire' has just begun! It won't be long before you can meet Rahlo, the Lord of Light! May there be no zombies in heaven, and no fire! Amen! Hahaha! A bunch of fools, what a cocoon! I'm laughing to death! Han Xing was on a tree in the distance, watching this group of fools led by the king actually attack his "flame walkers" with rockets, Han Xing pretended to be at the mouth of the (xiōng), made a cross and prayed, and then laughed wildly, so much so that he almost fell off the tree.

Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps, the "Flame Walker" continued to approach the formation of the king's leader with raging flames, and almost all the king's soldiers felt as if they had pressed a big stone at their mouth, and they nervously looked at the "strange ghosts" on fire in front of them, but they did not see any of them fall or be burned to ashes, on the contrary, they were still approaching their own step by step (bī).

They are still waiting for those "strange ghosts" to be burned to death! It's a pity that their hopes will never come true, at least not until the zombies reach their queue.

Indeed, of course, flames can burn zombies, but here's the problem: it takes time, and that time is at least a few tens of minutes. At this time, the zombies are like wicks, burning fuel not their own (shēn), but the gasoline on their (shēn), and when the gasoline is exhausted, they will start burning their own (shēn) fat and muscle (ròu).

Just like there was a small experiment, "handkerchiefs that can't be burned", that is, the handkerchief is soaked in alcohol, and then ignited, and when the flame is extinguished, you will find that the handkerchief has no trace of burning at all, because the real fuel for burning is the alcohol on it.

And these zombies don't feel pain! They didn't have the ability to feel pain at all, not to mention that the temperature of the flame's core was much lower than that of the outer flame, so their skin was a little burning at best.

Ten steps, there are still ten steps away, Wang Lingjun has already begun to panic, as if it is not enough trouble, several Wang Lingjun are actually under the leadership of the officer, adding fuel to the fire of this group of zombies who are already in flames. Maybe they thought they could burn them to death? However, this is simply an act of death, and if you have ever seen a chef showing off his skills when stir-frying, pouring wine or oil into a pot and lighting a fire, you will know how deadly this act of "adding fuel to the fire" is. The flames jumped up with a "pong", and they were a meter high!

Seeing this group of monsters rushing towards them like hellish fire demons with even more intense flames, the royal army, which had just recovered its senses and mustered up the courage to resist, immediately collapsed again and fled in all directions. As they ran, they shouted: "They are not strange ghosts, they can't be burned to death, they are fire demons!" Run! We're done! O Seven Gods! ”