Zhang Zhao held the binoculars and held his breath, the expression on his face was varied. If it's just an ordinary zombie, even if it's difficult to break through, it can at least support it for a while with its geographical advantage. But in this wave of corpses, there were evolutionary zombies, and it seems that there are quite a few of them.

This is not a game, and people can't analyze the types of zombies, but each type of zombie, although different in appearance, has some common characteristics. Just like in the group of corpses composed of hundreds of zombies in front of him, there was a pale and bloated zombie. His body was filled with faint green smoke, and the zombies around him seemed to be very greedy and followed closely.

And among the surrounding corpses, there are also trackers who are crawling and shuttling quickly. If everyone just hides in the camp and doesn't show their faces, maybe they can get away with it, and everyone prays that the zombies are just passing by here, and don't rush here. But once a tracker appears, even if the destination of other zombies is not here, there is a chance that the tracker will be attracted to it.

"Damn, there are actually three poisonous mist zombies, more than a dozen trackers, it's over, it's over." Guo Rong shouted three times in a row, even if he encountered a million-level corpse tide in H City, there have never been so many evolutionary zombies, such a probability, you can really sell lottery tickets.

The poisonous mist zombie refers to the long white and chubby, full of underworld boss-like zombies, whenever this kind of zombie appears, it must be followed by an astonishing number of corpses. At that time, there were more than a dozen trackers at the gas station, and it seemed that this wave of corpses, if not for other reasons, was attracted by these trackers from everywhere.

Zhang Zhao frowned, what he thought in his heart, and involuntarily said: "This is not scientific!" ”

"What's wrong? What science is unscientific? Although Wang Ying didn't know the horrors of evolving zombies, he couldn't help but be a little worried when he saw the performance of Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong.

"If this wave of corpses was caused by trackers, it shouldn't be too incredible, we have just arrived at this camp, and besides, after a few days, there are no trackers found along the way." Zhang Zhao paused and said: "If this group of zombies is coming at us, this is too unscientific, is it a hundred miles away, just our wave of survivors?" ”

Judging from the number of zombies, it is not temporarily formed nearby, that is to say, it will take some time to gather such a large group.

"Perhaps...... The survivors in other places were all ...... by them" Guo Rong's face darkened, and he didn't have the courage to say anything more in the next half of the sentence.

As the zombie tide approached the camp, the survivors in the camp became more impatient, some scurrying around in panic, others crouching on the ground and crying. Wang's father and son and a few other people who were a little more courageous were trying their best to comfort them, but the effect was not obvious.

Zhang Zhao's nervous palms were sweating, and in this case, there was simply no more time for you to think and prepare. He made a quick decision and called Donna and Lao Wang.

"At such a close distance, the tracker has apparently discovered that there are humans here." Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and said, "When the corpse tide gets closer, it's up to the two of you." ”

The tide of corpses was originally relatively scattered, but as the distance narrowed, it became more and more clustered. Seeing this, several people standing on the wall bracket became nervous. If the tide of corpses is allowed to get close to here, the two iron nets outside will not be able to stop it at all. This tide of corpses is commanded by the trackers who are crawling around.

Donna looked focused, at such a distance, she could see those evolved zombies clearly without a telescope. As the number of zombies gathered more and more, an invisible pressure was born, which made people almost breathless. The unique hoarse roar of the zombies lingers in the ears and makes people creepy. The scorching heat made the stench even stronger. If you don't get through this level, the camp will soon become a hell on earth.

The survivors haven't had time to take the weapons transformed by Guo Rong, the enemy is strong and I am weak, even if the combat power is superior at the moment, they can't compete with the corpse tide. This is a force that can destroy an army in an instant, how can these knives and sticks resist it. Wang Ying had already gotten down from the stand and was directing everyone to run to the car, in case the camp couldn't hold on, he could still fight and drive out.

Wang reloaded his rifle and squinted at the stalkers who were flying around. Donna also quickly pressed a few buttons on the assault gun to kill the tracker from a distance, and the bullets in normal mode are not very advantageous.

The team of dozens of people, except for a few people who still maintained some calm, the others almost collapsed. Donna and Lao Wang kept calm and raised their guns to shoot. As long as the trackers are killed, the rest of the zombies will lose their guidance, and as long as the people in the camp remain quiet, they may not notice this place.

The tracker is much faster than other zombies, but it's not difficult to catch the figure, and for gunsmiths like Donna and Lao Wang, it's not difficult to shoot the tracker as long as it's close enough. Donna adjusted her assault rifle and fired lightly, sending a particle of light flying directly into the head of a tracker hundreds of meters away. Then, she adjusted her posture, the muzzle of the gun moved with her target, and in an instant, another tracker fell to the ground.

The power and function of this assault gun are not understandable to ordinary people, Zhang Zhao, who was beside Donna, looked through the telescope and was dumbfounded, the power and range of this assault gun are comparable to sniping. Lao Wang is different, although the M4A1 in his hand has a range and lethality worth boasting of in the rifle, it is still much worse than Donna's Type 33 assault gun.

For a fast-moving target of three or four hundred meters, Lao Wang cannot guarantee that he will be able to shoot 100 percent of his head. After all, when you are old, you can't compare with your youth in all aspects. But Lao Wang is also worthy of being a sharpshooter, three shots are fired at a time, and every bullet hits the tracker's body. One of the trackers was shot in the leg, and a cloud of black blood exploded on his dry thigh, and he froze, and was immediately hit in the head by a second bullet that followed.

In normal times, Zhang Zhao would not be able to understand the concept of sharpshooters, but at this moment, the performance of Donna and Lao Wang is a well-deserved sharpshooter. After changing two magazines, the speed of Lao Wang's hand slowed down. Almost all of the dozen or so trackers were killed by two of them. Stalkers are gifted with a strong sense of hearing and smell, but they are also sapient creatures. Under the other party's purposeful killing, the few remaining trackers still shuttled through the corpse tide without any scruples.

There were so many zombies that the last three trackers were still unable to kill them in a short period of time. Lao Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead and exposed it to the scorching sun, even young people like Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong couldn't stand it. He was capturing the movement of a tracker, holding his breath, concentrating, and pulling the trigger. Three gunshots rang out, and the muzzle of the gun spat out, and the three bullets didn't even shoot the tracker in the head. And just as Lao Wang wanted to replenish the gun, the corpse tide immediately drowned out the injured tracker.

"Oops!" Lao Wang snorted in a low voice. Since the shots are done in an instant, and they are free fire. Even if Zhang Zhao held a telescope, he couldn't catch the omission.

"What's wrong?" Hearing Lao Wang's low voice, Zhang Zhao hurriedly asked.

"One of them wasn't killed, and now I can't see it." Lao Wang said in frustration.

"What location?" Donna asked hurriedly after taking out a tracker.

"One o'clock, three hundred and fifty meters." Lao Wang replied.

Donna quickly turned around, and according to Lao Wang's instructions, she looked for the missed target through the scope, but all she saw was a dense crowd of zombies, and there was still a trace of a tracker. You know, for the current camp, the corpse tide is terrible, but the corpse tide that does not lead the way to the zombies is like a dead leaf wandering with the waves. But as long as there are still trackers who do not die, then it is very likely that this terrifying force will hit one place purposefully.

Lao Wang sat on the ground and poured a few mouthfuls of water into his mouth, and the tracker who escaped under his hand became the last target he wanted to lose in his life. Donna was left alone on the wall to continue observing, looking for the injured tracker. These days, the relationship between Lu Yang and Lao Wang is good, just now they were fighting zombies on the wall, and Lu Yang was itching in his heart. He also has a gun, but he rarely uses it, and he is looking for an opportunity to show his skills.

At this time, Lao Wang hung his head, he didn't understand what was happening on the wall, this kid had never looked at people's faces, and hurriedly sat down next to Lao Wang. Without waiting for him to ask, Lao Wang said angrily: "Hey, it's all the old man, I was too trusted, I thought I had completely mastered this rifle, and I knew that I should have used that sniper rifle." ”

The sniper rifle he was referring to was Zhang Zhao's M110, and when he went up the wall, Zhang Zhao was going to give him the gun. But at that time, Lao Wang was full of confidence, saying that dealing with zombies was not dealing with cunning enemies, and it was a waste to use a sniper rifle. Lao Wang's self-confidence occasionally swells, but he knows that he is not a professional sniper, and even if he uses that gun, he may not be better than the M4A1.

Lu Yang didn't know why, and asked, "What's the situation?" Let the target run? ”

Zhang Zhao glared at him and motioned for him to stop talking. This was not Wang's fault in the first place, he and Donna had already killed the rest of the trackers and temporarily relieved the camp of the crisis. Although one was missed, what if the tracker was trampled to death under the surging corpses?

When people get old, they are like children. Lao Wang loves face, is also persistent, and occasionally brags. But when he encountered this serious matter, he competed with himself. In this case, I don't know what to say, if I say comforting words, it is estimated that Lao Wang will be even more uncomfortable. He is blaming himself now, and he is afraid that a moment of carelessness will lead to a big mistake. Stalkers are like the pathfinder dogs of the Dark Army, always looking for clues wherever there are people.

Lu Yang silently carried his rifle on his back, and quietly climbed up the wall without anyone noticing.