Since receiving the notification of the arrival of the corpse tide, Wang Jikang, a soldier who has newly joined the First Legion, has been holding the rifle in his hand and staring nervously at the area he is responsible for defending in front of him.

At this time, the heavy clouds in the sky blocked the sun that emitted light and heat, and the sky above the entire Fucheng safety zone looked gloomy.

However, it was the sun that was tightly blocked, so the soldiers in charge of the defense did not have to withstand the harsh sunlight, and they could easily see the scene in front of them now.

Wang Jikang was assigned to the Second Legion, his main task is to be responsible for the defense of a small section of the wall, and now most of the buildings within a few hundred meters in front of him have been bulldozed, leaving only a pile of ruins.

"Those are the ordinary corpses in this corpse tide, remember what the legion commander said, you must aim for the head and shoot."

He looked at the group of corpses that were gradually approaching the safe area of Fucheng, and while recalling the instructions of the regiment commander Li Chao, he picked up the rifle in his hand, selected a target, and began to aim.

"Da Da Da!"

Just as he was aiming at the selected target in the group of corpses, two hundred meters away from him, an off-road vehicle-sized piece of equipment with two slender barrels already sounded a roar, and a dense rain of bullets began to sweep towards those ordinary zombies.

This is the newly installed Type 74 37 mm double-barreled anti-aircraft gun on a fixed gun position, and it let out an angry roar.

The Type 74 37-mm double-barreled anti-aircraft gun's special 37-mm caliber shells were originally used to deal with some lightly armored targets, but now after sweeping towards the corpses, the originally dense corpses suddenly fell like wheat.

And the bodies of those ordinary zombies, after being hit by an anti-aircraft shell with the thickness of a baby's wrist, burst instantly without suspense, and a large fragment of stumps directly appeared in the corpse group.

The firing of the Type 74 37-mm double-barreled anti-aircraft gun was like a signal, and the originally relatively calm wall suddenly burst into gunfire.

After Wang Jikang heard the thunderous firing sound around him, he trembled, his fingers quickly pressed the trigger of the rifle, and the head of the zombie he was aiming at was directly smashed like a rotten watermelon.

This scene was played out almost simultaneously in all corners of the Fucheng Security Zone.

And the First Legion of the Apocalypse under the Ministry of War, all the armored forces under it, frantically slaughtered in the area to be cleared, and when these steel lumps ran over the ordinary zombie herd, only a large puddle of flesh was left on the ground.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a Type 99A main battle tank that was chasing the zombie crowd suddenly stopped.

A zombie that looked no different from an ordinary zombie stood next to the main battle tank that had stopped, and its fist had completely dented the thick armor plates on the side of the tank, and the tank's engine seemed to have been stopped by this blow.

"Tank No. 2 requested support, and mutated zombies are suspected to have appeared outside the tank, and the tank has stopped moving forward, and the damage is unknown."

After getting the news of the appearance of the suspected mutant zombies, Han Feng, who was the general reserve team to deal with this corpse tide, was specially used to deal with the mutant zombies, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know what the strength of this zombie is." When he drove the Unimog RV to a position about 100 meters away from Tank 2, he quickly locked onto the mutant zombie.

However, after Han Feng carefully observed the zombies attacking the No. 2 tank, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

The zombie in front of him, who was constantly attacking the No. 2 tank, could not be a silver-level zombie, at most a little more powerful than the ordinary bronze level.

Although each punch of this zombie can make a relatively obvious depression appear in the side of the 99A main battle tank, it has never broken the side armor of the tank.

If it was a silver-level zombie attacking, it is estimated that the side armor of the tank would have been pierced a long time ago, and it would be impossible to leave only a dent.

After confirming that this zombie was only a bronze-level existence, Han Feng did not hesitate.

His figure disappeared in place almost instantly, and the Dark Moon Long Knife in his hand brought a burst of fire, splitting the bronze-level zombie in two in the blink of an eye.

Now that Han Feng has become a silver-level evolutionary, every knife he swings has almost reached the speed of sound.

After the blade of the Dark Moon Long Knife fully rubbed against the air, it brought up bursts of fire, causing an unimaginable high temperature at the blade, increasing the power of the sword slash several times out of thin air.

It is precisely by relying on this power that a bronze-level zombie who is not specialized in defense cannot stop Han Feng's powerful sword at all.

When the corpse tide that attacked the safe area of Fucheng was all wiped out, Han Feng found that in the attack of this corpse tide, there were no silver-level zombies that he had been guarding against carefully, and there were only three bronze-level zombies as the main force of the corpse tide.

"It seems that the zombie who commands Hongdu doesn't have enough men to help it conquer the city."

Looking at the area to be cleaned up with gunsmoke, Han Feng tilted his head and said to Wang Yingyu beside him.

Whenever the zombie leader who controls a place can't send enough zombies to dominate the corpse tide, it will choose three zombies of one level lower as the backbone of the corpse tide.

It is estimated that such a small-scale zombie tide will come three or five times before the next wave of large-scale zombie tide will come.

This time the corpse tide in the Fucheng security zone is a small-scale corpse tide, so now the loss of the entire Fucheng security zone is quite low, and those survivors who have not experienced a serious corpse tide even think that the corpse tide is like this, and the severity of the original corpse tide has been greatly exaggerated.

And Wang Yingyu, who was standing next to Han Feng, did not answer Han Feng's words, but mentioned another matter.

"Are you really not going to take me with you to Mengde City this time?" Wang Yingyu, as one of the few people who knew Han Feng's itinerary, looked at him a little reluctantly.

"It's not that I don't want to, but if you leave Fucheng, then Big Orange will be completely out of control, and on my way to Mengde City this time, I will also pass by the Jianjin Refuge Camp, even if I let a dump truck carry Big Orange, but the Jianjin Refuge Camp where the army gathers will definitely not let a mutant beast of unknown origin pass through their control area."

In this operation to search for nuclear fuel rods in Mengde City, Han Feng decided not to bring anyone with him, and drove the Unimog RV to Mengde City alone.

All the evolutionaries in the Apocalypse organization stayed behind this time, and while developing the safe area of the capital city, they were on guard against a small wave of corpses that might come at any time.

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