In the ice and snow, a certain garrison is waiting with loaded guns and live ammunition, they are wearing special white cloaks, which are not only resistant to the wind and cold but also easy to hide, and set up an ambush circle waiting for a large number of zombies to throw themselves into the net.

"Captain!" A stout major asked the round-faced colonel who was calmly smoking in an overcoat restlessly: "Didn't you say that that a large number of zombies would soon arrive on the battlefield?" We've been in ambush here for more than two hours, and the brothers are almost frozen into popsicles! Why hasn't that large number of zombies come yet? ”

"Panic what!" The round-faced colonel was actually anxious, but he had to remain calm in front of his subordinates: "It's so cold, they're stiff, what's so strange about walking slowly?" According to the information we have received, their movement route will definitely pass through here! Zombies are not alive, are you afraid that he will turn around halfway? ”

"But regiment commander, will the intelligence be inaccurate......" Stout Major belongs to the cannon type and dares to say anything.

"Believe in comrades!" The round-faced colonel glared at him, and he was actually a little drumming in his heart, although it was impossible to get new information through scientific and technological means in this extremely harsh environment, but the intelligence should not go wrong, unless the zombies knew that they were ambushed here, and they turned around the encirclement halfway......

But, is it possible?

……

Thirty kilometers away in a small village, a large number of zombies are slaughtering like demons out of hell!

"Devil! The Devil ......"

A white-haired old man, his face is full of ravines of time, he is already in the last years of the wind and candles, and even walking is trembling, but when he was thrown to the ground by a tall zombie and bit his neck, he still stubbornly pulled out his Tibetan knife, and stabbed the zombie's stomach with a "poof" ......

"Pola! Bora ......"

Behind the old man, a little boy who could just speak cried and ran up to push away the zombies that were pressing on his grandfather, but he couldn't push it no matter how he pushed, but suddenly a pair of women's hands hugged him, the little boy was too familiar with these women's hands, he raised his head with a whimper:

"Mom! Pola ......"

He was scratched by the woman's hand, and the little boy raised his eyes to horror to find that his mother, who loved him the most, had her eyes full of cloudy white, and her face was covered with spider webs of blue veins, and she was cracking her bloody mouth......

"Ahh His mother bit his little red face like a beast......

The same scene is repeated everywhere in this almost isolated village, which seems to have become a living hell, with a bloodied old woman kneeling in the blood-stained snow, kowtowing to the dark snowy sky and crying: "God, help us......

However, the god they had believed in for generations did not respond to the dying call of the faithful......

"Roar—"

A zombie in a thick mountaineering suit with a big black mole on his eyebrows pounced on her with open arms!

God, have you really forsaken us...... The desperate old grandmother had already given up resistance, kneeling in the snow with empty eyes and watching the big black mole zombie get closer and closer, and at this moment, the fire flashed!

"Whoosh-"

The blackened head of the flames rose to the sky, and the headless body fell straight down in front of the old grandmother!

"Ahhhh

It was a tall and straight Chinese soldier, holding a simple sword burning with raging flames in his hand!

The school's trench coat flutters in the cold mountain wind, and the knee-length black leather military boots trample the zombies under their feet!

It's like a god descending from heaven!

Hope reappeared in the old grandmother's tearful eyes, and the god she prayed to did not come, but ...... The Chinese soldiers are coming!

This is actually just a moment, after Bei Long killed the big black mole zombie, he immediately rose up like a goshawk and swept over the top of the old grandmother's head, and the red sky in his hand brought out a dazzling fire rainbow in mid-air!

"Sneer......"

Wherever the fire rainbow passed, the heads of the zombies flew up one by one, like the grass pushed by a lawnmower!

It turns out that these devils can also be killed! A strong man who picked up a shovel and fought with the zombies was surprised and delighted, and roared: "The country has come to save us!" The soldiers are here to save us! Folks! We're saved! ”

"Whoa-hee-" The people here are fierce, but they were frightened by the zombies who couldn't be killed before, and now they are boosted by the arrival of reinforcements, and they see that zombies can be killed, and the villagers are enthusiastic!

"Hit them in the head!" Bei Long shouted, although his body skills are fast enough, and his swordsmanship is fast enough, but after all, he is only one person, if he can mobilize the whole village to fight, he can save as many people as possible.

Under his reminder, the villagers finally found the essentials of fighting zombies, in fact, almost every zombie movie and TV series is almost the same setting, but in the depths of the Himalayas, the small village is almost isolated from the world, and many people have never watched TV in their lives, let alone use mobile phones and computers.

The combat effectiveness of the villagers is limited after all, not to mention the ferocious zombies in the face, although they already know the essentials of killing zombies, but the vast majority of zombies still died in the hands of the more ferocious Bei Long, but it doesn't matter, after this battle, the villagers have exercised the courage to kill zombies!

The zombies in the village have almost been killed, and Bei Long can finally stop and catch his breath, his general's trench coat has been sprayed with thousands of points of jet-black blood, and the soles of his long military boots are even sticky.

"Thank you...... Thank you, comrade soldiers, for saving us! The first grandmother who was saved by him knelt down in front of him and wept silently: "If it weren't for the military comrades coming...... Our village is finished......"

"Grandma, get up!" Bei Long hurriedly helped her with both hands, in fact, before this, except for the indescribable pride he felt when he put on the military uniform, he didn't have much real feeling of being a soldier, and even afterwards he felt like that. But at this moment, he really felt what kind of glory it was to put on a military uniform, and his body was already shrouded in the great aura blessed by countless revolutionary martyrs, and he represented the country and justice: "I am a soldier!" It's my responsibility! ”

At the same time, as if it was a footnote for Belon, a "sudden" dense gunfire suddenly sounded outside the village!

It was the soldiers of the knife platoon who were fighting with the zombies outside the village, after getting the latest information on the whereabouts of the zombies, due to environmental restrictions, they could not drive in, and they could only rely on the soldiers' legs to march in the snow and ice.

At this moment, in the wind and snow, there was a crisp "jingling" bell from afar, which was very strange!