Under the old starry sky. A city shrouded in darkness. The tall buildings are like giant beasts, and the dark streets are like open mouths, devouring everything in the darkness. on the streets. Abandoned cars, like a cloud of black shadows, lurk in the streets. Scattered zombies, roaming through the streets in the dark night, their cold eyes flashing with a pale yellow light, a turn. and disappeared into the night.

In the past, the pearl of the wasteland, representing the bustling city of the wasteland, is now lifeless, with only the occasional "whine" sound, and the rest is silent.

In the huge shelter in the south of Qingyuan City, emergency lights are on, illuminating this huge underground shelter. Hundreds of scrawny soldiers were sitting numbly and confused in the halls of the shelter, some holding their heads and burying their heads deep between their legs; Some leaned their backs against the wall; Some people just lay on the ground. If it weren't for the occasional groan of pain, no one would have believed that the soldier was still alive.

The air inside the shelter was very cloudy, and the soldiers, who had not bathed or rested for twenty days, were filthy and beggar-like.

In the silent shelter, a terrible howl rang out in vain, but the soldiers who were sitting and lying down did not even glance at the place where the howl had come from. For twenty days, such screams were staged with every cut, from frightened, to bland, to numb. No one here pays attention to this anymore.

No one could have imagined that hundreds of the Authority's 4,000 soldiers who entered the Southern Vault to carry supplies would survive until now.

first faced zombies like a sea, and then in the resistance, they were killed by zombies one after another. The thousands of people who survived decisively entered the shelter and closed the door of the shelter, thus avoiding the flood of zombies.

I thought that I could escape the attack of the zombies in this way, but a day, two days, and a week passed, and the zombies showed almost no signs of leaving. Leaning on the heavy gate. There is no way for zombies to get in, and although the life inside is crazy, at least they can survive.

Shelters are self-contained living quarters with water, motors, and plenty of food reserves. Although more than 1,000 people are said to be many, they have food reserves. It's enough to eat for a year, and you don't have to worry about food. Many people have the idea that it is a big deal to go to prison and stay here for a year, and then maybe the zombies outside will leave, or the city will be recovered by humans.

But after the eleventh day, there was a loud crash on the originally impregnable gate.

In just one moment, many places where the entire gate was located cracked everywhere, and cement slag fell down one after another.

The surviving soldiers inside didn't understand what was going on, and the second time they slammed into the door of the shelter, the crack on it became even more obvious.

The soldiers, who were originally quiet in their hearts, instantly bounced like boiling water. They didn't know what was going on, but they were sure it wasn't human, as the zombies' characteristic "whining" sound could still be heard through the door. But zombies, how could they have such a terrible impact force? Even the door of such a shelter can be broken?

It was only a dozen times, and a huge rumbling sound came, and the door of the shelter was slammed into a large hole, revealing a huge fist.

From this moment on, the nightmare of the entire shelter began, and zombies emerged from this hole like a tide. So the fierce fighting gunfire also rang out. The soldiers trapped inside understood that as long as the zombies captured the gate, all those who stayed inside would have no way out.

The struggle between humans and zombies continued to be staged every day in the following days. The soldiers continued to suppress the zombies, but the zombies who had only retreated for a short time did not give the soldiers much time to breathe, and they swarmed up. The corpses of zombies fell and piled up in front of the gate, and the human soldiers, unable to retreat, were forced to kill the zombies who came closer, sometimes even in the bloodiest hand-to-hand combat.

This kind of tragic battle, if it weren't for the fact that there were a batch of military supplies left over from the military in the shelter and plenty of bullets, the soldiers inside would have been broken a long time ago.

But so what? Thousands of soldiers were constantly being attributed, and in the end there were only a few hundred left. The zombies seem to be playing with the people inside, and every time they want to succeed in the capture, they will retreat like water. This made the commander of this group of soldiers not understand, aren't zombies without conscious thinking? How can it be like there is a pattern?

The soldier who had just howled in the hall had his thigh cut by a zombie fingernail, and in just a few hours, black blood began to flow from the thigh wound. This is a sign of infection, and in another hour or two, the injured person will turn into an unconscious zombie. The howl is nothing but a groan of fright, and everyone is afraid of death, especially when it comes to death

Even if this soldier has the slightest sign of a zombie, no one pays attention to the soldier who is so tired that he can't move.

Gradually, when all consciousness disappeared, the newly transformed zombie soldier got up, opened his black mouth, and walked to the side, and the soldier who was a comrade ten minutes ago bit over.

With a "bang", the zombie soldier froze, and on its brow, the bullet from the pistol passed through it, piercing its head.

Everything seems to have calmed down again, and no one is even because of another warrior? Zombie? of the dead while blinking.

In the shelter, there is no distinction between day and night, but the surviving soldiers can know whether it is day or night outside. During the day, zombie attacks will be weaker, and at night, the number of attacks will increase, and they will be more violent and violent.

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the peaceful shelter, and there was a dull sound of footsteps outside, a dull but thunderous sound that shook everyone's eardrums.

The soldiers who were originally numb, as if they were angry under this voice, were all clutching the guns beside them. But in their eyes, you can see endless fear. None of the soldiers in the shelter could forget this dull thunderous sound, because it was the owner of the voice who smashed the door of the shelter, let the bullets hit the body, the blood flowed profusely, and there was no monster that could kill him.

A man dressed in tattered clothes and covered in greasy officer uniform stood up, resting for less than two hours a day for more than ten days, making him incredibly thin, his face sunken on both sides, and his eyes were as if they were bloodshot. His lips were chapped, his head was messy, and his whole face was pale and zombie-like, but he had an unyielding aura.

"There is no living knowledge"

The voice was hoarse, but powerful, as if it had magical powers. The numb soldiers, at this sound, as if they had been nourished by Jiang, whether they were lying down, leaning on their backs, or lying on their stomachs, all stood up quickly in this hoarse roar, and looked at their commander with an unwavering gaze.

Chen Yanshu licked his chapped lips, tore off the kettle from his waist, drank the small half-shell of water inside, and threw it on the ground.

Looking at the subordinate soldiers who generally looked like beggars, Chen Yanshu had never been as proud as he was now. Because these soldiers have been tempered thousands of times, with iron will, in more than ten days, they have repelled wave after wave of zombie attacks. Even if it is death, no one is afraid.

In the war period, they are all heroes, out-and-out heroes.

But in the last days, in this shelter built underground surrounded by countless zombies, there is nothing. No one will know what is happening here, let alone become a hero, there are just hundreds of poor people who are struggling to survive and are forced to fight back.

Hundreds of soldiers, although many of them were already weak, lacking rest and suffering from chronic malnutrition, and their whole bodies were weak, but not one of them did not have their chests straight.

Chen Yanshu walked in front of these hundreds of soldiers, and the "whining" sound of the zombies was getting closer and closer, dull as thunder, and the shocking roar was so clear and audible, like a hammer hitting the chest, making it difficult to breathe, and I couldn't help but tremble.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yanshu stopped, slowly picked up a light machine gun on the ground, and instantly roared out the turbidity in his chest.

"All soldiers, fight, fight

Crazy roars, as if they have incomparable power, the infected soldiers also shouted frantically: "Fight, fight."

Like a moving war machine, hundreds of soldiers scattered in an instant, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times, rushing to their positions. Boxes of bullets were moved next to several heavy machine guns, and the heavys clenched their cold muzzles out of the broken doorway and aimed them at the darkened passage outside.

Soldiers with automatic rifles lined up in a dense phalanx. Dead behind the machine-gun emplacement, all guns aimed at the outside of the gate.

With a "woo", a sensitive level 3 zombie appeared from the night, and a bounce was to pounce on the gap in the gate where the light was emitted.

The machine gun roared angrily, and the zombie that pounced in the air was torn apart in the air under the dense bullets, turned into a ball of smashed mud, and smashed heavily to the ground.

Through the afterglow of the bullets, you can see that behind the passage, dense zombies are rushing towards the gate.

Fierce gunfire rang out throughout the underground shelter.

(The fourth is asking for a monthly pass, and the show is open!) ）