Squeak......

The pair of spikes slowly pulled out from the iron gate, and a piercing sound erupted, which spread through the valley in the silence of the night. The people who went to block the door in the courtyard subconsciously took a step back, and it was obvious that there was an extremely powerful guy outside the iron gate. But there is only one gate, and there is a mountain forest behind the house, and they have no way to retreat. To retreat is to die, and to resist may still be the possibility of survival.

"Everyone, hold the door hard, Donna, Lao Wang, you two follow me upstairs." Zhang Zhao shouted, and the person had already sprinted upstairs. Outside, it was determined to be a herd of mutated wild boars, with fangs, and extremely aggressive. Even mutated zombies, except for a few species, do not have such a powerful impact. The first goal at the moment is to block the gate and prevent wild boars from rushing in. If this group of mutant wild boars breaks through the iron gate, their group will really become turtles in the urn, and there will be no place to bury them.

Donna followed Zhang Zhao when he ran upstairs, Lao Wang's hands and feet were not so sharp, although there was only the second floor, but he couldn't stand it after running a few steps. Go to the window on the second floor to the left, which is the room where they rest. After Lao Wang came in, Zhang Zhao handed him the sniper rifle and briefly learned the essentials of operation. At the critical moment, he hugged his thighs and wanted to learn and use it now, although this gun was simple to operate, he felt that he still had to master it himself, and Zhang Zhao now regretted not practicing his marksmanship in his spare time. He glanced at the environment outside the gate with his sight, and by the light of the fire in the house, he could faintly see the figure swaying in the shade of the trees.

"Can you see clearly? How many are there? Zhang Zhao asked.

"There are about two dozen of them, and one of them is huge, and it is estimated that it is the head of their group of mutant wild boars." Donna replied. Her gun is heat-sensitive, and the mutated boar is not cold-blooded.

Zhang Zhao's idea was that he, Lao Wang, and Donna would take advantage of the geography to snipe the wild boar outside the door on the second floor. In this mountainous area that has long been occupied by people, the number of wild boars will not be too many, even if there are still other places, and at this moment, this group of mutated wild boars outside the door may be all the surrounding numbers. As long as they can be killed in time, there is still room for redemption.

Three guns, if the view is not obstructed during the day, may be able to easily deal with this group of mutant wild boars. But tonight, it was pitch black, and even if you used a pile of bullets, you couldn't afford it. There are Lu Yang and Guo Rong downstairs, and as long as the mutant wild boar sticks its head into the iron door, they will also fire. One or two are easy to deal with, but if the iron gate collapses and the pigs rise, then there is no way to resist.

Apparently someone had become timid and secretly shrank to the back of the line. No one had time to pay attention to these people who cherished their lives, the courtyard was blazing, and Wang Ying was busy throwing all the flammable things in the house into the fire. In his opinion, as long as it is an animal, it is afraid of fire. Are mutant wild boars afraid of fire? Of course, I'm afraid. It's just that these monsters, which only have the basic characteristics of animals, are now anxious and just want to break through the iron gate in front of them and eat all the living creatures inside.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, Zhang Zhao fired the first shot, and the recoil of the sniper rifle shook his shoulder with a pain. Lao Wang looked at it, and stopped talking, and now is not the time to give careful guidance. This shot rang out, and it was immediately drowned in the howl of the mutant boar, and this shot actually hit, but it didn't hit the vital point, and the mutated boar with a gunshot wound became even more ferocious.

"This doesn't work, you can't kill them right away, it will only stimulate their desires." Zhang Zhao immediately realized the horror of the situation, and after he fired a shot, the mutated wild boar outside the iron gate was obviously more irritable than before, and several of them hit the iron gate even more frantically. Strangely, does the mutated wild boar still have a sense of pain?

Although Lao Wang is a sharpshooter, his strength is not as good as back then, not to mention the situation outside, no matter how he captures it, he does not dare to say that he can hit the vital point of the wild boar 100%. Although Donna has the advantage of firearms, she successfully took out two smaller mutant boars with two shots. When she got to the back, she didn't dare to shoot more, after all, if she angered all the wild boars, it was very likely that the iron gate would not last ten minutes.

Bang bang, the charging boar slammed its head against the iron door, and the obstacle inside shook. There were at least seven or eight more holes of various sizes in the iron door. Fortunately, the giant fangs only hit it twice, and then it didn't move. The fangs that had broken the hole in the iron door stirred in the hole, making the hole even bigger. Eventually, a pig's face, stained with sticky blood, came through a large hole and howled.

"it!" Guo Rong was startled, and hurriedly raised his shotgun and shot at the pig's face, but he didn't know if he was not good at marksmanship or was too nervous, and at a distance of two meters, he actually opened another hole next to the pig's face. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and the pig's face, which wanted to open the big hole and get in, was blasted into mud by the second bullet.

"Hahaha, that's amazing." Guo Rong killed a mutated wild boar, and the courage returned. As long as there is a pig face sticking in, he has the confidence to blast it into the flowers.

"Wang Ying! Throw the boiling wood out. Zhang Zhao had an idea and shouted downstairs. I was too anxious before, but I didn't expect that those burning woods, as long as they were thrown outside the iron gate, they could see the shooting target clearly with the help of the firelight. In the past, I would not have dared to throw fires in the mountains, in case of forest fires, the consequences would be unimaginable. But what's going on now? Under the stake of life and death, where can you care so much. What's more, now that the whole world is finished, even if a forest is burned and there is no human destruction, a more lush forest will grow in a few decades.

There was still a certain tacit understanding between Wang Ying and Zhang Zhao, and when they went upstairs, he guessed the intention. At this time, when he heard Zhang Zhao shouting to throw wood, he immediately commanded a few bold people to throw the burning wood in the fire towards the iron gate. The iron gate is not high, almost two meters, and with the top frame of the door, it is at most two meters two or three, and it is not difficult to throw a piece of wood out.

The torches flew out like meteors outside the sky, and some of them flew far away, flying directly to the side of the road and falling down the mountain. Everyone worked hard, and if they didn't throw it hard enough, it would bounce back and hurt themselves.

The torches were thrown outside the iron gates, some were extinguished in the air, some were extinguished by the mutant boar after they landed, and only a few tenaciously emitted a faint fire. There was nothing to fuel in this house, and the mutated boar had no intelligence, did not know the intentions of humans, and only relied on the brutal nature of the animals to still slam into the iron gate. However, the act of throwing torches also proves that these monsters, which have lost some of the characteristics of animals, are not afraid of fire.

Wang Ying led a few people, desperately adding wood to the fire, then burning it and throwing it out. There is a bright light in the mutant boar herd, and for the two old drivers, Lao Wang and Donna, they can shoot normally. The gunshots on the second floor were loud, and the sound of bullets entering the flesh was clear in the ears.

Lao Wang has changed a magazine and skillfully raised his gun to shoot. The mutant boars have been hit, but they are not as simple as ordinary zombies. To say that human beings have become zombies, there is still some degradation in terms of action. Basically, nine times out of ten, a bullet that penetrates the head is an instant death. And these mutant wild boars, after being shot in the head, still did not stop in action. That is to say, there is a gap between the pig brain and the human brain, and often a pig's head needs to be shot three or four times before the mutant wild boar can be killed. Although Lao Wang's marksmanship is accurate, it is not 100% in any case, basically five or six shots can kill a mutant wild boar.

If this continues, even if the bullets are exhausted, only a part of the mutated wild boars can be eliminated. What's more, they won't give you much time.

"Quick, plug it!" Halfway through the torch in Wang Ying's hand, he saw two heads sticking out of the iron door, and wild boars were constantly trying to squeeze in the big holes that had been broken. He pressed the torch in his hand to the pig's head, and the steel pipe in his hand stabbed out. The steel pipe is inserted into the pig's head, and it is difficult to push it forward when it is about seven or eight centimeters deep. The boar didn't feel pain, but it still shrank the pig's head back. The second time he put his head in, the man at the iron gate did the same, and also inserted the steel pipe into the pig's head.

Strange to say, this mutant boar is very tenacious, and after inserting six steel pipes in its head, it is not dead, and it still has the strength to go to the iron gate.

Taking advantage of the gap in the obstacle, Lu Yang fired. When he didn't calm down and aim at the target of an activity, he was also flustered like Guo Rong. A shuttle of bullets went out, and the pig's head, which was stuck with a steel pipe, slowly lost its life. But the rest of the wild boars came in through the big hole.

The shotgun in Guo Rong's hand is the only weapon that can kill the wild boar with one shot. But it's not a wild boar outside, and it's impossible for a mutant wild boar to beat you up. One hole is broken and blocked, and the other hole is broken, and someone still needs to plug it. In the current situation, it is even more impossible for everyone to retreat and wait for the mutant wild boar to stick its head in and let Guo Rong fight. There were about six or seven men who pressed hard against the iron door if they let go. With its amazing explosiveness, the mutant boar can destroy the iron gate in a minute.

The crack at the junction between the iron gate and the wall has been thickened, and it continues, and when the crack grows louder, the iron gate will fall to one side.

The people fought back, shouting and shouting, and gunfire rained down. The number of mutant wild boars is slowly decreasing, and the iron gate is gradually crumbling. Some cry, some scream. Such a storm-like attack has broken through the last line of defense of those who are weak at heart.

"Don't go, come back!" Yan Liwei watched a man whose face was distorted from crying, and he jumped from the third floor half like crazy. He tried to pull the scareless people who were hiding on the top floor. But who can hear his shouts, perhaps, many people, in the daytime, have reached the critical point of the end of life.

The battle is raging downstairs, but the upstairs is also very dangerous. There was a couple who lost their child, hugged in tears, and finally both jumped off and disappeared into the night.