"it!" Guo Rong only glanced through the crack in the open door, and he was so frightened that he lost his voice. The zombies on this floor, compared to the downstairs, are really overcrowded. The zombie closest to the fire door was only five or six meters away, and inside, it was almost impossible to see how many there were.

His understanding was right, it turned out that someone was getting married, but he didn't see a wedding banquet in the restaurant, and he didn't even have a happy word. But I don't want to, people's wedding, bride and wedding banquet are held in two different places. And those wedding cars probably drove away when the zombie virus hit here. The corridor, which was not very spacious, was crowded with dozens of people, and as long as a zombie rushed in, it could bite indiscriminately if it was caught off guard, and none of them could escape.

In a small space, it is impossible to face so many zombies, which is undoubtedly an egg against a stone. Even with the addition of these two fighters, they did not dare to rush forward. It's a pity that he doesn't have enough weapons in his hand to destroy this small group of corpses, and the previous ammunition has been used too much, if he doesn't save some points, he will not be able to parry if he encounters a monster like the mutated night demon again.

If there is a heavy machine gun, a burst of strafing fire in this narrow passage, no matter how bad the marksmanship is, it can take down a large area. In the face of reality, all illusions seem powerless.

"What to do? Waiting for a large army? Guo Rong asked.

"Or we rush?" Zhang Zhao joked, "It is estimated that the armor will be torn apart." ”

The two sat listlessly up the stairs, smoking and smoking, and chatting with the two combatants. The two combatants were both from the Xiangcheng base, one named Xu Haihai and the other named Ma Donglai, both of whom were not very old, in their early twenties.

The two of them are a little recognized, they are not good at words, and they also have a sentence without a word. This Xu Haihai is still a soldier, and after the outbreak of the zombie virus, he was sent to Xiangcheng. After three days of fighting, their squad was defeated and finally forced to retreat to a shopping mall. I persisted in the mall for about a week, during which I tried various methods, but I couldn't break through. The zombie army finally broke through the defenses and poured into the mall, and Xu Haihai became the only survivor in the team.

If he hadn't asked now, Zhang Zhao would have really thought that he and Cheng Peng were together. Xu Haihai took two puffs of cigarette with some rustiness, frowned slightly when he was smoked, and said: "I was also lucky, I was forced by the zombies to have no way to escape, so I climbed to the top floor of the shopping mall and hid on it for a day." ”

Ma Donglai is a local resident of Xiangcheng and has a slightly extroverted personality, he patted Xu Haihai on the shoulder and said: "Pull it down, the place where you are hiding, how can ordinary people go up, Team Zhang Guo, you don't know, Haihai is still a parkour master." ”

Parkour is no stranger, it has been very popular in the past 20 years, and the masters, agile and kung fu, seem to be able to fly the eaves and walk the wall. "That's awesome." Guo Rong couldn't think of any good words to praise a few words. Xu Haihai, who was over there, immediately said embarrassedly: "How can you say it so powerful." ”

Zhang Zhao has also seen a lot of domestic and foreign parkour cattle videos, according to the introduction of parkour is a popular fashion extreme sport in the past 20 years, with people's daily life environment as a sports venue, relying on their own physical fitness, quickly, effectively and reliably control any known and unknown environment of the sports art. At the same time, it is also a philosophy that explores the limits of human potential to stimulate the body and mind. This exercise that strengthens the body and stimulates the potential of the human body makes professional trainers have an extraordinary reaction ability, and can effectively reduce the injury rate when encountering various dangers, and the escape rate is more than ten or twenty times that of ordinary people.

It is a very demanding and physical sport, which requires not only balance, strength, bouncing and, most importantly, great courage. Freezing three feet, not a day's cold, to become a real parkour athlete, it takes a long time to practice.

The four of them talked for about half an hour, and only then did people come up downstairs one after another, including Cheng Peng, the head of the combat group. But too many people are not a good thing, and the staircase is crowded all at once. Xu Haihai and Ma Donglai directly obeyed Cheng Peng's orders, the combat group was strictly disciplined, and Cheng Peng was also semi-militarized in peacetime. At the beginning, the members of the combat group were called Cheng Peng, who was still the boss and the captain, and now these veteran team members, after the previous reform, have always called him instructor.

Xu Haihai roughly explained the situation in the fifth floor, at this time, the members of the battle group who were crowded at the staircase for nearly twenty meters had about seven or eight guns, and if they shot at once, they could also solve the zombies in the corridor. But the biggest problem is that this is not to the point where it is unavoidable, and this one will not be finished without a few hundred bullets. To say that in the whole team, the one who cherishes ammunition the most is Cheng Peng. After all, most people's guns are a mess now, often with one magazine, and they can only kill two or three zombies, unlike his team, which has been a soldier and can keep a headshot within three bullets.

According to Cheng Peng's wishes, these miscellaneous armies should not use guns, not only a waste of bullets, but also a hidden danger. But there are so many people, and it's not something he can control.

As soon as he thought of letting this gang of rabble use guns, Cheng Peng felt distressed when he thought about it, and in desperation, he decided: "I think so, come a few people, hold the door, attract the zombies, and attack through the cracks in the open door, solve as many as you can, and reduce the burden on the work behind." ”

"Captain Cheng, why don't you use a gun, I'm still full of bullets." A middle-aged man in his forties shouted that he had been assigned to the combat group after leaving the Xiangcheng base, and that he had previously opened a restaurant.

"Use a gun, if you can use your gun to deal with half of the zombies inside, I'll use it for you." Cheng Peng said, and at the same time, this remark also blocked the mouths of other people who wanted to ask similar questions.

The man muttered, "How can this be?" ”

Cheng Peng was merciless at the critical moment, and sneered: "If you can't just shut up, you, you, and a few of you are all here." He pointed to a few slightly stronger men and told them to go to the door, where almost three people controlled a door.

"I'll open it when I say it's on, and turn it off when I say it's off, do you hear me?" Cheng Peng wanted to open and push, but he was afraid that Mandarin was not standard, and some people would make mistakes.

Needless to say, Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong stood in the middle of the door, pulled out their weapons, and waited for the zombies to show their heads and stab them. Two groups of six people controlled the two doors, and after hearing Cheng Peng's command, they cooperated with each other and opened the door about twenty centimeters, just exposing only one head.

Maybe it was because the fighter was talking too loudly just now, which attracted the zombies early, and as soon as the door opened, a zombie couldn't wait to stick its head out. Some people were startled by the sudden zombie, but saw a slender long knife plunging into the zombie's head.

Zhang Zhao licked his dry lips, this game of poking the zombie's head was controlled by him first. He slammed the door a few times, then shouted, "Go on!" ”

Sure enough, the group of corpses that heard the noise roared and moved closer to the fire door, slapping constantly. Cheng Peng nodded, then commanded the team to open the door, and immediately three more heads poked out. This time Zhang Zhao was even more crisp, the three heads were lined up vertically, he took advantage of the sharpness of the Tang knife, and with one swing, the three heads were neatly cut and fell roundly.

Someone kept knocking on the fire door, someone opened and closed the door, Zhang Zhao cut seven or eight times, and he felt his arm sore. If it is just a knife to cut off the head of a zombie, it is easy, but sometimes it is two or three, and it will cause obstacles to the knife.

"Pot, here you go." Zhang Zhao took a step back and acted as a reserver.

Guo Rong sharpened his knife Huo Huo, if you want to talk about chopping, the Kangxi war knife in his hand is more suitable. Cut off three heads with one knife without any effort. slashed three times in a row, plus Zhang Zhao's chopping, there were more than thirty zombie heads rolling on the stairs. The low roar of the zombies, from nothing to nothing, and then from existence to nothing, the whole process lasted about forty or fifty minutes, if it weren't for the fact that these zombies were too difficult to attract, it would have ended a long time ago.

Behind the fire door, the sound of zombies crowding and scratching the door could be heard, and Cheng Peng shouted again. As soon as the door opened a little crack, I felt a strong rush out, dozens of times in a row, and I didn't encounter this kind of problem. The person in charge of opening and closing the door panicked, gritted his teeth and pushed the door back.

Behind that force, there is a fat giant, the body of this master, I don't know how strong it should be, judging from the violent squeezing, fat head and big ears, at least it is also a figure in the sumo world. This round head rushed out of the way, and was just pushed back by the team member who controlled the fire door.

The fat zombie's head was stuck between the two doors, and due to the excessive force, a wound appeared on the neck, which was getting bigger and bigger. If you squeeze off the head of the fat zombie, it will be a little disgusting. Guo Rong shouted and slashed down. There was no scene where the head of the knife fell to the ground, and he knew in his heart that he only had five or six points of strength for this knife.

The knife stuck in the neck of the fat zombie, and only half of it was cut in, and it didn't move. For a while, the war knife couldn't be pulled back, Guo Rong hurriedly said: "Quickly make up for it, make it up quickly." Zhang Zhao reacted and just wanted to step forward, but Cheng Peng took out a dagger and stabbed it on the fat zombie's heavenly spirit cover.

The fat zombie fell to the ground, and from the crack in the door, he could already see that there were only five or six zombies left in the corridor, and Cheng Peng waved his hand: "Brothers, go up." ”

Twenty combatants, facing five or six ordinary zombies, it was like putting a wolf into a flock, everyone cheered, each drew his weapon, and rushed in. The members of the combat team, as if in a group fight, two or three people beat a zombie, or chop or stab, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and in only thirty or forty seconds, they put down the zombies in the corridor.

And then, it's time to clean up each room. People who are familiar with the road have no pressure at all, and in pairs, they go to open the doors on both sides, just like entering a game door.

(End of chapter)