Fight, fight, can only fight. I held my breath with my pistol in my hand and waited patiently. stared at the first zombie, and when it rushed to the front and couldn't get closer, he pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced between its eyes and knocked it all over the back of its head. I took a few more steps forward before I fell headlong and almost hit my boots. Now the marksmanship is getting more and more accurate, and they are all forced out by zombies.

Special zombies are coming one after another, more and more, and these special zombies are not gathered together and hugged, but fighting separately. I was engrossed, shot at a time, and did not dare to slack off.

Seven or eight magazines were fired in a row, and more and more zombies fell under their feet. Finally, the number of special zombies began to decrease. Special zombies are like that, although powerful, they are few in number, and they are not as endless as ordinary zombies.

I ran out of magazines again, and when I saw that there were no special zombies coming up, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and I touched my pocket, and the breath that I had just loosened was sucked back: 54 pistol bullets have been exhausted! Now only platinum pistols and forty rounds of ammunition remain.

When I looked up, a large group of ordinary zombies were stumbling closer, and there were more than a hundred that could be seen, followed by a large number of things that could not be seen. These zombies are rolling forward like steamrollers, and when they come, they will run over me.

I put the 54 pistol aside, held the platinum pistol in my left hand, picked up the water pipe in my right hand and rushed up, fifty or sixty meters forward, met the striker of the ordinary zombie, and smashed the Tianling cover of the zombie first.

When the zombies in the back saw me, they naturally quickened their pace. I picked up the hose and struck hard, killing one with an average of two or three sticks. Dodge left and right while fighting. If you find a special zombie rushing towards you, shoot them up.

But the efficiency of killing zombies is far less than the efficiency of zombie attacks, and for every one killed, two or three will come up, and they have to retreat while fighting. After a long time, my arm was extremely sore. Every time I picked up a stick and knocked the zombie's head, it took a lot of strength, and I killed a few more, but my right arm couldn't support it, so I had to hand it over to my left hand and continue to fight.

The left hand makes the stick very inflexible, and it is even more difficult to kill zombies. And there are more and more zombies in the back, and they have gradually gathered together, like a crowd marching, knocking down one, and the latter will quickly fill the vacancy. I fought and retreated, getting closer and closer to the edge of the building.

The body is getting more and more tired, and he can only fight hard, hoping that there will be fewer and fewer zombies, but the zombies behind him seem to be endless, and there is no sign of decreasing.

He was already out of breath, and when he arrived, his left arm couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to stick his right hand again. In exchange for another change, both arms can't stand it, looking back, there are only ten meters away from the edge, and then look at the zombies wrapped up, in another minute, I will be squeezed down from here.

Already in a desperate situation, I had to make a last stand, and I no longer spared bullets, and raised my platinum pistol to shoot at the hideous heads in front of me. Keep adjusting the angle, and strive to pierce with one shot, or at least two with one shot.

The bullets were quickly gone, and the zombies in front fell in large numbers, but there were more standing behind, and they gathered again and wrapped themselves around me with slow, fearful steps.

Looking at the platinum pistol that had run out of bullets, a wave of despair welled up in my heart; Looking back at the bottom again, this is the third floor, and even if you don't die, you will fall and get hurt. There are far more zombies on the ground than on the rooftops, and when they swarm up, they will be more difficult to deal with than the rooftops.

Do you really want to die here? After a glance, I saw the telephone pole standing in the green belt again, and I saw the wire above the telephone pole again. There are four wires side by side, like four parallel wires, very thick, if you can jump on it and catch it, there is still a chance of life.

There was a glimmer of hope in my heart, but the wire was seven or eight meters below me, and the horizontal distance was also seven or eight meters, and the possibility of jumping up from here was very slim.

Fuck, death left and right, you can only gamble! My heart began to beat wildly. To save weight! I quickly threw down the hose and pulled everything out of my body and threw it down. Only keep the walkie-talkie———— you need to use it to contact Xiao Lin. The most reluctant is the platinum pistol, which is beautiful in appearance and well-made. I love it from the bottom of my heart, but without bullets, it's a waste to keep it. So he carefully placed the platinum pistol on the satellite dish to prevent it from being trampled by zombies, and he had to pick it up again if he had the opportunity to turn around.

Before the zombies arrived, he took a few steps back and rushed towards the street, and then jumped. With all his strength, his body rose into the air, and then turned and fell, throwing himself towards the wire. When he was about to hit the wire, he instinctively closed his eyes, only to feel a sharp pain in his body, as if he had hit three knives, cutting violently on his body, and the pain entered the bone marrow.

But my heart was wide: it seemed that I had hit three of the wires. When I opened my eyes, the skin of the wire was a little rough, like three saw blades, tearing at my skin.

In the midst of the severe pain, the body slid downward! In a hurry, I grabbed it with my backhand, and finally grabbed the outermost wire, and immediately used all my strength to hold on to it. The whole person hung on it and swayed, which was extremely thrilling.

The zombies on the roof appeared in my field of vision, and they tried to catch me, and they stepped out of the edge in a daze, turned over and passed in front of me, and fell to the ground with a muffled sound. Later, there were more and more zombies, jumping down one after another like a waterfall. I watched all this in horror, and thought to myself: fuck, I didn't expect there to be so many zombies in the back, but fortunately I jumped here immediately, if I stayed on it, I was afraid that ten more people would not be able to defeat them.

Looking down, there was still a height of about ten meters above the ground. I looked at the roof again, and I was afraid: How did I jump from there?

When he fell down just now, blood beads were rubbed on many parts of his body, and the blood scabs from old injuries were also removed, and blood dripped down his clothes. The zombies on the ground heard the wind and quickly gathered a hundred and ten people below, staring at me one by one, while raising their hands in the air. If you just fell to the ground, you will soon be gnawed to the point that there are no bones left. This is not a place to stay. Flip it hard and wrap your legs around the wire. With your hands and feet facing the sky, climb along the power line to a telephone pole and sit on it to look around.

It's a main road, opposite the business district, it's very bustling, and it's full of zombies. The wire leads across the street, where there is a mall, and the entrance porch sticks out a lot, very close to the wire, so I crawl there. Crawl on your back with your back facing the sky. The zombies below followed me like a shadow, and they eagerly hoped that I would not be able to grasp it firmly and fall down.

Crawling and crawling, I suddenly felt that something was wrong with the wire, and when I looked up, I was shocked: the place where the wire was fixed at the pole in front of me was gradually loosening. Although the wire was strong, it couldn't support the weight of a person after all, so he hurriedly put his hand to the side and grabbed the wire next to it. At the same time, the wire that had been grabbed earlier finally could not hold it up and came loose. I hurriedly let go and watched it hang to the ground.

The wire I had just grabbed was also starting to deform and loosen, so I hurriedly grabbed the one next to it and let the two wires share the weight, which was better! Speed up and crawl to reach the platform above the porch before the wires can't hold up.

I finally arrived at the porch platform, and the moment I was down-to-earth, the heart that mentioned my throat and eyes fell back into my stomach with a "click". Looking at the two wires again, the place where the winding is fixed has been deformed and precarious.

Looking back, he was unarmed, and everything was left on the roof except for the walkie-talkie. I couldn't stay for a moment, and I came to the window and wanted to smash the glass to enter the hypermarket. Suddenly, I saw the glass being shattered from the inside, and a female saleswoman zombie threw himself out of it. Caught off guard, I instinctively reached for my weapon at my waist, but I felt empty.

Stunned, seeing the saleswoman grabbing it, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to open it, and then flew up and kicked it into the air. The saleswoman rolled on the ground and got up again.

I saw the right moment and grabbed it by the neck, pushed it to the edge of the platform, and threw it to the side. After all, the female saleswoman zombie had little strength, so she couldn't hold her feet, so she fell down directly and was planted in the zombie group below.

Just solved a zombie, but the problem is even bigger, there are zombies in this hypermarket, I don't know how many! The shattered windows were black and hollow, as if leading to the entrance to hell. I stood on the porch platform, hesitant to step forward.

Soon, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps from inside, mixed with the roars of zombies, and the zombies in the hypermarket had already smelled blood and were gathering in this direction. Judging by the sound, the number should not be much. But it's enough for me to drink a pot. Bend down and pick up a brick and get ready for battle.

While the zombies inside hadn't arrived yet, they looked left and right, hoping to find a way out. The platform of this porch is only a dozen square meters, and the ground is full of zombies, and there is no way out.

I didn't find a way out, but I glanced at it, but I saw the corpse king, who was carried by a giant zombie and appeared at the corner of the street. At the same time, it saw me, but it thought I had a gun in my hand and did not dare to approach, so it screamed at me from afar. The zombies on the ground were immediately controlled, and they began to climb up the ladder again, but these zombies were specially trained by the corpse king, and they were a little clumsy, and the speed of the ladder was slow.

I was urgently thinking about what to do, when several windows behind me were broken together, and seven or eight salesman zombies came out of the store together and pounced on me.