Chapter Ninety-One: First Strike!

"! Are you still standing still, standing guard? ”

Lying in a hidden place, looking at the group of zombies standing sluggishly in the distance, Wang Peng couldn't help but curse secretly.

It's a bad feeling.

There are a large number of zombies, they are not afraid of death, and they are extremely infectious, and the only thing that humans can use is that zombies have no mind and only know how to eat blindly.

But now this weakness has also been made up by the big-headed zombies, how can this make people play?

Wang Peng doesn't know very well, what is the way the big-headed zombies control the corpse group, if it is just a macroscopic domination of the zombies, then it is better, but if it is the kind of forcible control like manipulating marionettes, it will be even worse!

Regardless of three-seven-twenty-one, give him a first strike!

The rifle was set up on a step, and Wang Peng squinted his eyes and aimed the crosshair of the scope at the head of a zombie blocked outside.

"Bang!"

With a violent gunshot, the zombie's head instantly burst out with a ball of blood, and its whole body flew upside down, and then fell to the sky.

Perfect headshot!

Wang Peng, who had finished shooting, immediately put away his gun and was ready to run away at any time.

But what shocked him was that there were less than ten zombies in the group of corpses rushing towards the place where the gunshots rang out, and although the rest of the zombies could clearly see the commotion, they did not take a step.

The sound of the guns is undoubtedly enough to draw in all the zombies outside!

But right now, only a few zombies are attracted......

Apparently someone ...... It should be the zombies controlling the corpses!

Unfortunately, at this distance, only Wang Peng could shoot with a rifle with a scope, and the mobilized soldiers and American GIs could only watch dryly.

Wang Peng is 100% sure that if he goes further and shortens the distance to the range of AK and M249, that cunning big head will definitely let all the zombies pour out without hesitation.

At that time, although Wang Peng and the others could escape back to the base at the speed of Wang Peng and the others, the zombies would also take advantage of the fact that Wang Peng had no firepower to get close to the wall, and the gains outweighed the losses.

Wang Peng didn't have the courage to take that risk, and now this kind of long-distance sniping zombies has made him very satisfied.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

Violent gunshots rang out one after another, and the zombies were headshot one after another.

Wang Peng's shooting frequency is not fast, but due to careful aiming, the hit rate is quite good.

After about half an hour, Wang Peng had to stop.

There was still a lot of ammunition with me, but the barrel was already starting to get hot.

Wang Peng didn't know much about firearms, but he had also heard that the barrel of an inferior firearm could explode if it was overheated.

He didn't know if the quality of the rifle he had picked up was up to par, but he thought that this kind of gun used for hunting probably wouldn't have the opportunity to shoot as often as he had before.

Wang Peng shot the zombies like a target here, but the corpses outside were completely indifferent, so they stood there and killed him.

Obviously, the guy who controlled the corpse group didn't care about the scattered little shrimp that Wang Peng killed. Moreover, compared with the huge group of corpses, the number killed by Wang Peng is as painless as being bitten by mosquitoes.

However, this is a considerable amount of money for Wang Peng!

After all, his reward for shooting a zombie is a full 10 yuan!

When he stopped, Wang Peng's deposit once again reached more than 800.

Without hesitation, all these savings were converted into troops, and one American GI and three mobilized soldiers formed the 7th Battle Group.

When he saw that shooting on his side could not attract zombies, Wang Peng already knew that no matter what he did, it was just a pre-war hors d'oeuvres.

Not surprisingly, the moment when the real battle breaks out is when night falls!

The stunned Wang Peng did not wait for the barrel to cool down and continue to shoot the zombies, but returned to the base.

Compared with continuing to shoot zombies to make money and summon soldiers, Wang Peng pays more attention to arranging some traps and other things near the base.

It takes about 3 minutes to train a mobilized soldier and 15 minutes to train an American GI, which is not particularly time-consuming, and even if the battle starts, it is not too late to convert the reward from killing zombies into troops.

But if there is no more arrangement, just with the cement brick wall, I am afraid that I am vulnerable in front of the huge corpse group!

Leaving a mobilizer here to monitor the movement of the zombies, Wang Peng returned to the base with a large army.

At this time, on the side of the base, Wang Shanshan had already led a group of soldiers who stayed behind to prepare.

The way out was blocked, and the cars with a full tank of gas were completely useless.

Wang Shanshan led the people to pump out all the oil in the fuel tanks of those cars, and then used the bottles they found to make improvised Molotov cocktails.

The idea comes from the Molotov cocktails that the Mobilizers bring, although they may be inferior in power to the Molotov cocktails that the Mobilizers use to mix fuel, but they are better than the quantity!

Wang Peng looked at the neatly arranged Molotov cocktails at home and decided to add more firewood to the fire.

The tables and sofas in the nearby villa were all moved out by the soldiers, and they circled around about twenty meters from the base.

It's also a shame that Wang Peng has more people now, counting Wang Peng himself and Wang Shanshan has reached 30 people, otherwise this workload is not small!

After doing all this, Wang Peng finally had free time to take a break.

Sitting in the room, I ate a bite of food comfortably, then slowly adjusted my weapon, and quietly waited for the night to fall.

……

It was getting dark.

Wang Peng's heart also beat with the sky.

He took a deep breath and forced his heart to suppress the apprehension in his heart.

He was a little nervous.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that a battle with zombies has been duel.

Unconsciously, it has been nearly half a month since the outbreak of the end times.

Although there have been thrills and crises along the way, with the help of the red police system and soldiers, Wang Peng can be regarded as having a thrilling and safe life.

This time...... And so it will be!

Night falls.

The four battle teams stood on a shelf composed of various tables and chairs, a height at which even Wang Shanshan could easily attack the zombies outside the wall, and the American GIs who were close to 1.9 meters tall and the mobilized soldiers who were two meters tall were even more stress-free.

The second group and the newly summoned group stood quietly in the courtyard, waiting for the tight fence of the station line to be supported.

A group followed Wang Peng to the rooftop and looked down on the overall situation.

Wang Shanshan, the only logistics staff, sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the walkie-talkie in both hands, waiting for Wang Peng's order at any time.

Forehead......

In front of Wang Shanshan, Wangcai was lying on the floor of the living room, it was the only guy who played soy sauce in this defensive war, but there was no way, who made it immune?

As the blood-red sun slowly sets in the west, twilight falls.

The street lamps on both sides of the road gradually brighten as the sky darkens, and the houses with the lights on make everything around them visible.

Wang Peng stood on the roof and looked into the distance, and the figures in the distance were sensational, they were coming!