The entry of the Tiger Army was like a scoop of cold water poured into the hot oil in the Changhe Industrial Park, and the zombies in the entire industrial park ran away.

In the large cafeteria located in the westernmost part of the industrial park, the atmosphere is like ice, and the atmosphere of despair is almost solidified into substance.

Hundreds of survivors gathered in the dining area of the cafeteria without saying a word, and if it weren't for the desperate crash at the gate, it would have seemed to others to be a static old photograph.

A middle-aged man in the crowd finally couldn't help but speak out, breaking the desperate atmosphere

"Master Zhang, you have an idea, what should we do now?"

After hearing this, all the people present looked at the old man known as Master Zhang with hope.

The old man who was called Master Zhang was named Zhang Dehuai, a senior fitter technician in his fifties, and the senior fitter technician was also known as the eighth-level fitter before the reform.

And the technical field believes in the supremacy of strength, so this is why he has such a high prestige that he has to consult him when hundreds of people are at stake.

Zhang Dehuai also fell into contemplation when he heard this, before the end of the world, he was a national treasure of the eighth-level fitter, and it is not an exaggeration to be held in the palm of Shengtai Heavy Industry Group, so his knowledge is beyond the reach of ordinary workers.

But he is responsible for the technical problems, but he is not professional about this zombie problem, and in the face of so many eager eyes, he can only scratch his head with his hands worth hundreds of millions.

Although he has no bottom in his heart at this moment of life and death, he has to stand up and stabilize people's hearts, because what is more terrible than zombies is the heart of a completely desperate person, which is also a valuable experience he has gained in his life for more than 50 years, he has seen too much madness before destruction.

Zhang Dehuai's face was calm, his cloudy eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he said in a deep voice:

"Wait, I'm sure that person won't lie to us ordinary people."

Speaking of that person, everyone's eyes flashed with hope again, yes, after all, "that person" is a person who can come and go freely in the corpse group.

Seeing that some of the restless crowd was calmed down, Zhang Dehuai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, praying in his heart that the man wearing the hooded cloak hadn't lied to them.

"Then let's go and strengthen the gate now, otherwise we may not wait for rescue and will be torn apart by zombies!"

After hearing Zhang Dehuai's words, the panicked people immediately took action, and in this moment of hesitation and helplessness, it is also a kind of relaxation to be busy.

Then a group of people carried the iron eight-person tables in the restaurant to the door one by one, in order to resist the attack of the zombies, and there were not many canteens that could accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time, and the tables were enough.

The survivors here are all workers in the Changhe Industrial Park and the staff of the canteen in the West District, almost no old and young, all of them are strong men and women, so the reinforcement of the gate was quickly completed.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit down and rest, there was a "boom", and the table mountain at the gate was knocked back a few centimeters, followed by a violent sound.

"Bang~"

The gate and the "Table Mountain" were directly blown away, and a few unlucky people in the crowd were smashed by the flying table, and let out a painful wail. Without waiting for the people around him to come to the rescue, the zombies flying through the gate revealed their true faces.

The zombie is five meters high, standing outside the door like a hill, covered with the muscle fascia of the Wolong, the pale cyan skin is covered with a layer of rough, and what is even more terrifying is that there is a bony sharp horn like a collision horn on the top of his head, the whole zombie is like a war machine covered with heavy armor, and the whole body is filled with a faint aesthetics of violence.

Seeing this scene, the brains of everyone in the cafeteria went blank, and they couldn't help but hold their breath, in the face of the coercion of this extraordinary creation and life level, they couldn't even afford the idea of escaping in their hearts.

The heavily armored zombie raised its arm, which was almost three or four people thick, and grabbed a lucky zombie at random in the crowd of corpses he suppressed, and the zombie it pinched in his hand was as well-behaved as a cucumber, allowing it to grab it in his hand and stuff it into the bloody mouth full of fangs.

"Click~"

The zombie caught in his hand was instantly bitten off in half, and black juice splashed out of the corner of the heavily armored zombie's mouth like a burst.

"Quack~Quack~"

Half of the lucky zombie's body was chewed in the heavy armor zombie's giant mouth.

Seeing this, the survivors in the restaurant involuntarily swallowed their saliva, thinking of the time when they ate cucumbers before the end of the world.

The heavily armored zombie wiped the black juice on his face casually, and then strode to the gate of the cafeteria like shopping, and the zombie who was still frantic outside the door just now seemed to have been immobilized, standing dumbfounded and did not dare to step forward.

The door of the canteen, which was only three meters high, was squeezed out of a large hole without the slightest sense of stagnation, and the relaxed appearance made the survivors in the canteen hall wonder if the wall was made of tofu.

There were even a few frightened survivors who lost their minds and greeted the builder's eighteenth generation.

The heavily armored zombie who entered the hall casually threw the remaining half of the zombie into his mouth, and his relaxed appearance was like throwing a piece of shrimp into his mouth.

"Click~Click~"

Everyone in the restaurant was silent, not daring to make the slightest move, for fear of disturbing Yaxing, who was eating snacks for the heavily armored zombies.

The heavily armored zombie looked at the people in the restaurant while chewing, and glanced back in the middle, the big eyes of the casserole were full of doubts, as if he couldn't figure out how these little things were different from the outside.

The heavily armored zombie squirmed up and down in its throat, swallowing half of the zombie in its mouth into its stomach, and then roared at the people in the restaurant.

Since you can't figure it out, it's better to use the most direct way to understand the difference between these small things and the outside, such as how they taste.

Looking at the heavily armored zombies that strode forward, everyone didn't dare to sit still in fear, and immediately scattered and fled, and the heavy armored zombies were not busy chasing, and followed unhurriedly in the back like a cat and mouse, as if they had just eaten a zombie and were eating.

The more the heavily armored zombie chased after it, the stronger the interest in his eyes, and the usual rations were like crops growing in the ground, and when it wanted to eat, it waited for him to be lucky, and it didn't move. Like these, they will do so many tricks to please themselves.

So the heavily armored zombie played, like a sheepdog and a sheep, falling behind the crowd, once the crowd slowed down, it would have a bit of a bad roar, and when the crowd screamed and accelerated again, it continued to chase, and the whole process also made a roar of "ho ho ~" from time to time.