A modified van slowly drove up, and the driver in the car opened the door and extended a thumbs up. Fang Dong's pickup truck had four people in it, and two people were sitting in the body, and now they also got out of the car and hid in the bed of a truck. These vans have been remodeled, and in addition to the steel bars on the wheels, the sides of the body are also equipped with a lot of polished steel sheets.

The corpses were getting closer and closer, and after a long wait, they were only about five hundred meters away from the convoy and were heading up the elevated hill. The van that took the lead, like a warrior in heavy armor, was ready to go. It wasn't until the truck in the lead honked its horn that it slowly started and drove towards the corpses. Those zombies, hearing the sound of the horn, became more agitated, and their walking steps increased a lot.

The first car began to accelerate, speeding in a straight line, followed by the car behind it, following its course. Finally, after coming into contact with the first row of zombies, black blood rose in the air, and stumps flew all over the sky. The truck is like a crazy bison, directly ramming into the corpses, and the steel bars on the wheels roll those zombies that are close under the car, or directly smashed into pieces.

After coming into contact with the corpses, several vans at the back immediately turned out of the team and formed a horn attack with the first car. The steel sheets on both sides of the carriage, like a wheat harvesting machine, directly cut the zombie in two. Zhang Zhao's off-road vehicle and Fang Dong's pickup truck were guarded in the middle of the truck, and few zombies could get close. On the front windshield, a thick piece of black blood was glued for a while, and Zhang Zhao had to turn on the wipers to remove the sticky flesh.

As the car moved, it continued to rise and fall, and the zombies were swept under the car, the wheels ran over, and their heads turned into a pile of mud like a watermelon that exploded. After all, there are more than a thousand corpses, and despite the protection of vehicles, they can't ignore it. Fortunately, the elevated road is in good condition, and you don't have to worry about hitting roadside obstacles or railings.

The front end of the truck that took the lead was full of zombies' mutilated bodies, and there was a lot of flesh and blood stuck between the wheels. It wasn't until the distance of the corpse group that the speed slowed down. The vehicles following behind even the tires began to slip.

Han Weijun was stunned by such a barbaric move, and originally thought that Zhang Zhao would have some special way to break through this group of corpses. Simply brutal, this is nothing short of a massacre. The body of each car was covered with black blood and flesh, and the convoy was like a meat grinder, and no zombie was complete everywhere it went.

Han Weijun hid in Han Gong Village, rarely came into contact with zombies head-on, and it was impossible to understand the characteristics of zombies. He didn't know, let alone a sharp piece of steel, even if it was a wire, it could directly cut off the skin and bones when it quickly passed through the zombies.

If the speed of the car slows down, it means that the steel pieces on the body will not play such a big role. Although some zombies can still be cut off, there are still many zombies that have penetrated the gap and blended into the convoy. The trucks that lead the way increase their horsepower, and the exhaust pipes emit black smoke, but they are never able to rush forward at a faster speed. More zombies gathered around, outstretched their arms and slapping at the body. The teeth exposed to the air are closed one by one, and they are eager to swallow the iron sheet and the living creatures inside directly into the mouth.

A zombie with half of his stomach cut by a steel bar, his intestines still dragging on the ground, and one arm that is gone, but he can't stop his thirst for fresh blood. He stretched out his arms and threw himself at the SUV, his face almost pressed against the window, his gray eyes, staring at the people in the car, I don't know whether it was anger or excitement.

As soon as Zhang Zhao stepped on the accelerator, the iron mesh on the car window directly scraped the zombie's face, and immediately ripped off half of the zombie's face. Although he had seen a scene even more terrifying and disgusting than this, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but close his eyes, and scolded in his heart: This special thing has to be washed well.

Zombies slap the vehicle, the vehicle knocks down the zombie, the sound insulation of the car is really poor, and the whole car is surrounded by crackling sounds. Zhang Zhao frantically pressed the glass cleaning liquid, because the blood of the zombie coagulated very seriously, wrapped in the glass, it would coagulate after a long time, or if it was not dealt with immediately, the front windshield would be completely useless. The further you get to the back, the more minced meat accumulates, the front windshield is welded with fine steel bars, about five centimeters from the glass, and finally, there is even only the driver's seat, leaving only a small area of view.

The wiper gets stuck in the minced flesh and makes a clicking sound. Han Weijun couldn't see the situation ahead, and suddenly panicked: "Team Zhang, what should I do." ”

"Don't panic, they won't get in." Protected by iron mesh, ordinary zombies can't break the glass in a short time, as long as people stay in the car, it's safe. Zombies have no intelligence, they will only attack with flesh and blood, if it is a human, they must take advantage of the slowing down of the vehicle, gather strength, overturn the car first, and then deal with it slowly.

All the vehicles are converted from ordinary vehicles, and although everyone has a gun in their hand now, they can't stick out the muzzle of the gun and clean up the zombies that are approaching. The compartment of the van has dark holes where knives can be extended, but as long as the zombies are not in the attack range, it will not help.

A large group of corpses was knocked down when they first made contact with the convoy, and now that the speed of the car slows down, the subsequent zombies will soon join the corpse group.

Fang Dong's pickup truck followed behind the off-road vehicle, and those zombies couldn't hurt them, but when the speed slowed down, many zombies crawled in the car behind them. Fang Dong quickly hit the steering wheel left and right, and he could only throw down two or three, so anxious that he scolded.

The people behind can't figure out the situation, and the driver who drives the truck in front of him can directly face the corpses, which is also a bold and experienced driver who dares to do this. When I accelerated to hit the corpse group for the first time, I saw that the zombie body seemed to be blown open by a bomb, and many of them were even knocked into the air directly. A zombie with a fat body hit the front of the car directly until the other zombies pulled his body down.

Seeing that this wide and smooth road is forty or fifty meters ahead, but no matter how much you step on the accelerator, you can't rush through. These zombies seem to be a little different from what they have seen before, as soon as they break through a gap, other zombies will immediately fill in. The dense zombies rushed forward desperately, and at this time, he also discovered the problem.

Among the corpses, there were several small zombies mixed in, screaming with their mouths open and their heads up. They crawl from side to side, moving very quickly, as if commanding a horde of corpses. "This is ......" The driver is from the Xiangcheng base, and he has also seen mutant zombies, and when he found the difference between these zombies, he remembered a kind of zombie that Zhang Zhaoyou said at that time. They walk prostrately, move quickly, have no noses, and their bodies are whiter than those of other zombies.

"It's a tracker!" The driver shouted, and immediately said to his teammates in the passenger seat: "He's commanding the corpses, we have to kill him, or we don't want to rush out." ”

The team members who came out this time are all people who have experienced a hundred battles, and they have not only experienced the end of the world, but also experienced the bloody battle of the survivors of Xiangcheng. After listening to this, the passenger seat team member immediately unbuckled his seat belt, stretched his hand above his head, and pushed the modified roof open. It was a gap large enough for a person to poke out half of his body. The van was so high that ordinary zombies couldn't climb it at all, so he wiped off a layer of zombie shreds with his arm, set up his rifle, and caught the trackers running in the crowd of corpses, and shot out a shuttle of bullets. The corpses fell one by one, except for those who were shot in the head, and the others got up again and continued to surround them.

More than a dozen shots were fired in a row, but they couldn't reach the tracker. These trackers, as if they were wise, heard the gunshots and immediately hid behind the corpses.

"I can't hit it!" The team member spat at the mouth, and a mouthful of zombie blood soared, almost burrowing into his mouth. Although I don't know if the blood of these zombies will be infected through the mouth and nose, this extremely foul-smelling thing, even if it doesn't hurt, it can't stand it.

"Force him out!" The driver reached out from behind his seat and pulled out a glass bottle, which was filled with gasoline. He nudged the team member's leg with the bottle, motioning for him to take it.

The team member took the ****** and excitedly exclaimed, "Damn, let you eat something." ”

He pulled his standing kerosene lighter out of his pocket, lit the ****** with the wind, and threw it toward the location of one of the trackers. It jumped a few times above the zombie's head, and the gasoline inside leaked somewhat. The bottle didn't hit the ground for a while, and he was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

It wasn't until a burst of fire erupted in the corpse group that he put down his hanging heart and couldn't help but shout hello. The zombies are too dense, so that the ****** can not fall directly to the ground and shatter, after several twists and turns, the glass bottle fell to the ground, immediately exploded, the gasoline inside spilled out, the fire together, the surrounding zombies, the gas raging, spread.

When the vehicle following behind saw smoke coming from the front, it knew that it had lost ******. Zombies are not afraid of fire, even if they burn to the point that only one bone remains, as long as they can still move, they will never stop until the fire burns them to ashes. "What's going on?" Seeing the billowing black smoke from the gap in the glass, Han Weijun became nervous.

At this moment, a strange zombie sprang out and jumped directly onto the hood of the off-road vehicle. This zombie has gray skin, prostrate limbs, and on its back, it has two arms and two legs. He had no eyes, and his forehead was all red, as if he had been cut off by a knife, and his face, which was exposed to the air, had a circle of annual rings, and was constantly agitating.

"It's ...... Is this a tracker? Guo Rong sat in the back and could see the monster on the hood.

The monster was staring at Zhang Zhao motionlessly, and suddenly, he opened his mouth and a dark red tongue, and slammed it on the front block.

"I'll go, I'm afraid this is a mutation tracker!" Zhang Zhao was taken aback by the tracker's actions, and stammered a little: "This, this special mother is the second generation ......."

2nd Generation Tracker!

It's just two trackers growing back to back, with their mouths facing down, and the open agitation is his auditory system. If this is turned to one side, it is a big mouth, and the posture is even more weird. The tracker's limbs were firmly clung to the hood, and his tongue, more than a meter long, whipped the front windshield window like a whip.

And the front block, which was originally sticky with a large piece of zombie flesh and blood, was knocked by the tongue of the second-generation tracker one hole after another, and this guy's tongue turned out to be unmistakably through the gap of the steel bar and hit the glass.

"What the hell is this?" Several people in the car ripped off the zombies and screamed in horror. If you don't find a way to throw this tracker down, it won't be long before the front windshield will be shattered. Most of the trackers I encountered before only had a keen sense of smell and flexible speed, but this evolved tracker has terrifying destructive power.

The tongue of the second-generation tracker is very flexible, as if he had practiced some whipping technique, beating the lute like rain. Zhang Zhao gritted his teeth, looked at the butt of the van in front of him, and stepped on the accelerator and rushed up.

(End of chapter)