Early morning of the tenth day, midnight.

Dirt covered lane on the edge of the city, 7th Squadron of the 2nd Brigade of the 6th Wing.

The 627 Squadron was an armored squadron, and more than ten hours ago, it was still a combat leader, but now it has been reduced to a pure ammunition transport unit.

As a squadron leader, although Velas dutifully pacified the team members, he was actually quite dissatisfied in his heart. But an order is an order, and the ammunition supply is indeed quite tight now. After a few days of fighting, people can rest, but ammunition is not something that can be recovered after resting.

The rapid-fire cannon equipped in the car is excellent for cleaning up zombies, but the speed of ammunition consumption and waste rate are also first-class. Half of all the armored squadrons have lost their ammunition. Armored vehicles can't be like tanks, and when they run out of ammunition, they can run over in the sea of zombies. Therefore, it is true that an armored vehicle without ammunition can only rely on the solid space inside the vehicle to deliver ammunition supplies to other troops.

Looking back at the various types of ammunition that had almost filled the space in the car, Villas couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if the car exploded. And even more terrifying than this sight is that there are more than a dozen armored vehicles of the same situation in the back.

If this were to be done on the front lines of conventional warfare, it would be tantamount to seeking death. With just one shell, most of the armored squadron can be wiped out.

Luckily, the enemies you'll have to face are brainless zombies who don't know how to use weapons. But this does not mean that with the protection of armored vehicles, it can be absolutely safe. When the number of zombies reaches a certain level, there is also the possibility of overturning the car.

In order to prevent this from happening, nearby defense points will intensify their attacks as the convoy passes by. I don't want to destroy the zombies, I just want to be able to lead away a large group of zombies that are enough to overturn the armored car.

Although the tactics are simple, after a few trips, there are indeed very few zombies that appear in front of the convoy, only a few when they are few, and only dozens when they are more, which is not a quantity to worry about at all.

At first, Vilas, who was at the front of the convoy, asked the people behind him to be more careful from time to time, but after being careful for a few hours, he found that the slightest mistake was like that, and Vilas gradually relaxed. Anyway, what can threaten the armored convoy is at least a few hundred mourners.

As we approached the destination of the trip, the light in the distance suddenly dimmed, and only the lights of the convoy were left in view. The situation instantly made Villas nervous. Although the sight of zombies is far less developed than hearing, in this dark environment, if there is light here, it may attract the attention of a large number of zombies.

Just as Vilas was hesitating whether to turn off the lights and stop, gunfire suddenly erupted from the nearby defense point, and the battery-powered searchlights also lit up, as if deliberately luring away the zombies for the convoy.

"What a daring fellow."

This was what Vilas had to say about the commander of the defensive point.

Although the other defenses will do similar things when the convoy approaches. But now is the time of the blackout, even if the gunshots are over, and turning on the searchlights so eye-catchingly, you may attract more zombies than usual.

Now that the commander there has already done this kind of thing that I don't know whether it should be said correctly or not, but at least it is very courageous. If you are still scared to stop, it will be too unusual.

The attraction effect of the zombies was quite good, and when the armored convoy was only a few dozen meters away from the entrance behind the defense point, it saw more than a dozen scattered zombies that seemed to have been roasted by the fire.

"Drive right inside."

It doesn't matter if you ignore this little bit. However, at the moment of encountering them, these zombies instantly rose with a raging flame half a meter high.

"Hurry back!"

Vilas gave the right order the first time. But this is a field path, and it is already quite tight for two cars to run side by side, not to mention, to make an emergency turn with a dozen cars behind you.

It was only a few seconds later, and a dozen burning zombies had already pounced on the armored car.

At this moment, Velas felt that it was not a burning zombie, but a dozen incendiary shells that hit the armored car. The temperature inside the car is rising at a rate of more than five degrees Celsius per second, and it won't be long before the people in the car are roasted. But before it can be baked, it will be blown up by this cart of ammunition.

"Hurry back ......," Vilas yelled as he picked up the intercom.

He couldn't run away, and he just hoped that the car behind him would leave in time.

Boom –

Before Vilas could finish speaking, the explosion had already occurred.

The huge fire shone like a supernova erupting in the universe. The flamboyant firelight spread rapidly towards the pitch-black space. Hundreds of zombies were swept through. Swept away, there were also defensive points that had been slaughtered before the explosion.

In the early morning of the tenth day, at 0:25.

On the edge of the city, the 8th Wing medium exit.

This is the refuge where the 8th Wing is located, the only medium-sized exit that goes straight to the edge of the city. All troop movements and supply maintenance depend on this place. Therefore, even if the number of troops was insufficient, two squadrons were still deployed here to carry out the defense.

In fact, the perimeter of this exit has been completely reinforced, and the mechanical gate of the exit is half thicker than the armor of heavy tanks, so even if you leave it alone, you don't have to worry about zombies getting in from here.

But because it is strong, it is also reserved for the role of a bunker. Machine gun muzzles were fired from the walls around the exit. This can be used both as a defensive point and as a quick way to clear out nearby zombies when people or vehicles are in and out.

Most of the time, there isn't much room for the former role to play. After all, this place is nearly two kilometers behind the battle line, and there are not many zombies who can get here. Not to mention machine guns, they can be cleaned up with a pistol.

But today, it's completely different from usual. Waves of zombies rushed here. As far as the eye can see, there is almost no end in sight.

"What are you doing? Increase the firepower, if this number of zombies is let go, the people behind will not be able to hold it at all. Squadron Leader Zou Bing urged loudly.

"It's almost full fire. Don't worry, it's still holding on. Another squadron leader, Kong Yu, also shouted.

They all talk only about the situation in front of them.

Just like avoiding the depression caused by the power outage just now, they never talked about how the front line could let go of so many zombies. The answer is well known to both of them. Either the ammunition is exhausted again, or the people in front of them are all dead. In front of this number of zombies, it is likely that the latter situation will appear.

I had only received an informal notification from the wing a few hours ago that there would be a more intense zombie attack at midnight today, so that the troops should be careful to deal with it. Yes, I've been reminded to be careful.

But who would have thought that it was just 0 o'clock, and the zombies had already hit here. That's the absolute difference in strength, and it has nothing to do with carelessness. If you want to say the luck in the end, it is that at least it is still safe here, and you can rely on this security barrier to destroy as many zombies as possible.

"What's that!"

"A new kind of zombie!"

"Two hundred rounds of bullets haven't fallen yet!"

The two squadron leaders were shocked and immediately ran to the observation hole to check the situation.

The so-called new kind of zombies are so eye-catching that you can see them at a glance even if you don't have to look for them.

Nearly three meters in size,. Except for the joints, the whole body is wrapped in a thick white exoskeleton. Where it should have been an arm, there were two huge fan-shaped bone blocks. When the arms are put together, it is a giant shield with a diameter of two meters.

Machine gun bullets could have left a hole in the white bones if they hit elsewhere, but only a small crack was made in the bone shield. It takes seconds, if not more than ten seconds, of continuous firing to completely destroy it.

This is a stationary heavy machine gun, which can tear down a wall in a few seconds, but right now, it can't kill a zombie in half a day.

"Is that a mobile bunker! Give me priority to gather fire and kill it. "Zou Bing is not angry. Heavy machine guns are not available anywhere. If you don't kill these zombies with amazing defenses here, there is nothing you can do about them when ordinary infantry are against them.

Seeing that Zou Bing's face became more and more heavy as the gun continued to grow, Kong Yu barely squeezed out a smile, "The attack power and speed are not much stronger than ordinary zombies, but they are just a more durable target." At least there is no threat to us. ”

Kong Yu is the so-called wise general. With a sentence that is indeed true, the heavy atmosphere is dispelled quite a bit.

"It's not a way to waste ammunition like this, you have to have someone send a few sniper rifles with enough weight. If you aim for the head, you should be able to do it with a single shot. ”

So far, the most useless thing in the fight against zombies is the sniper rifle. Ammunition is scarce, the gunfire is huge, and the recoil is amazing. In terms of the efficiency of killing zombies alone, even a pistol can't compare. As a result, a lot of troops were not equipped.

Kong Yu didn't have any reason to object, "The gunfire here is too loud, go and use the phone in the lounge in the back." ”

The lounge is more than 100 meters away, and although it is still part of the passage, it can still block out most of the sound when the door is closed.

For every second with a heavy machine gun, nearly a hundred rounds were fired, and most of them were pure waste. This kind of high-speed and inefficient waste is beyond the reach of even an entire shelter. Zou Bing almost sprinted at a speed of 100 meters to reach the rest room for officers. After connecting the phone, without waiting for the other party's inquiry, he shouted directly, "Send me a sniper rifle, the more powerful the better." Immediately, now. ”

Running and making phone calls took less than a minute. But the moment he put down the phone, Zou Bing suddenly found that the world was so quiet. If he hadn't been able to hear some voices that couldn't tell the source, he would have thought that he had suddenly become deaf.

He is well aware of the situation with ammunition reserves for this export. Even if you fight for another hour at the current intensity, it will be no problem, it can't be that you run out of ammunition. So, are the zombies gone, or are they retreating?

Thinking of the zombie retreat, Zou Bing himself felt ridiculous. But when I first watched it, there were still so many, and it was impossible to say that it would be all over in this minute.

However, it's not far anyway, so instead of thinking about it here, just go and take a look.

Zou Bing's hand had already been placed on the doorknob of the lounge. But there was an inexplicable sense of anxiety in his heart, which made him pause in opening the door. After that, he took a deep breath and pulled the door open with force.

"Let's ...... away"

The moment the door opened, a dark shadow pounced on me. But the familiar voice made him instantly turn the punch into a support.

"Kong Yu?"

Shortly after the power went out, the internal generators were activated. Although the light in the lounge was not very bright, it was not so bright that Zou Bing could not recognize this comrade-in-arms who had just been talking side by side with him.

The real reason for the uncertain inquiry was that the person in front of him was covered in flesh and blood, and even one arm was missing. It was impossible to imagine that he was the same person as Kong Yu half a minute ago.

"What happened?"

The two words just now were Kong Yu's last words, and he could no longer answer Zou Bing's dream-like question.

Tom –

A huge fist, as if piercing a piece of paper, pierced through the wall of the lounge dozens of centimeters thick, and then swept across with its arm, leaving a long hole directly in the entire wall.

Outside the hollow, a tall zombie with muscles like knotted tree roots is once again swinging a giant fist that covers the entire field of vision.