The artillery commander was overturned by the corpses that emerged from the snow, and then he was firmly nailed to the spot, and the tanks that tried to fall backwards could only spin in place, and the distance of a few meters was like a moat, and more corpses were coming out of the buildings all over the street, and they did not have to wait for the corpses in the city to slowly surround them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Several corpses with their throats slit, distinctly different from the dead crowd behind them, who were walking at a speed close to normal to that of a normal person, quickly approaching the tank that could only spin in place, the gray faces of Asian Americans and the tattered winter clothes covered with fuchsia liquid dripping as they walked, and the appearance of the alien insects that looked alive after their limbs had been cut open.

At the moment before they were about to hit the tank, the stiff legs of these corpses shrank back sharply, and the black leg bones instantly pierced the rotten knees, and the shock force transmitted from the ground made the mutilated body easily jump onto the fence grid on the side of the tank for the crew to climb, and the sarcoma-like arms that continued to ooze black liquid slammed into the turret, and the inhuman strange force made the entire body slam violently, followed by a hail-like ping-pong sound.

The soldier in the car quickly turned the turret, and the crimson flames erupted along the firing port, and the corpse in front of the tank was immediately ignited, and the black grease continued to be squeezed out of its body, and then turned into a burning flame. However, even so, the corpse still waved its torch-like arms and smashed the surface of the car like a machine, and more and more corpses were rushed out of the way by the powerful force of the flamethrower, only to crawl forward again after melting a cloud of ice and snow. Unlike the Spitfire, which has a layer of reactive armor like the main battle tank, the armor thickness of ordinary infantry vehicles is the same, and the shell on the surface is actually dented to the inside under repeated heavy blows.

The tank that rushed back to rescue it quickly pulled away after seeing the impact of the corpses like artillery strikes, and the commander reached out his rifle and shot at the head of the corpses climbing on the turret, but the flesh that contained the strength of a giant beast was easily torn apart by rifle bullets, shocking where its ghostly power came from.

The demise of his companions seemed inevitable, and the commander looked behind him, unsure of what the tank would do when it crashed into the human wall.

What happened next was a logical one, as the encircled tank used its powerful flamethrower to clear the zombies near the exit of the city, and the driver managed to run out of the city under the cover of the commander.

After estimating that the driver had run away, the commander looked at the zombies who had climbed in front of the car despite the raging flames on his body, he quietly closed the plywood of the lookout hole, and took off the watch on his left hand that had been with him since he joined the army.

Thirty seconds later, when the heavy knocking sound was already ringing in his ears, the commander opened the fuel tank of the flame launcher, took out the lighter, lit a cigarette that had long been twisted and damp to blacken, took a puff, and flicked his right wrist slightly, and watched the flame roll in front of him a few times with slightly squinted eyes, and then fell into the fuel tank, which was still half of gasoline mixed with aluminum soap.

The light seeped from the center of the fuel tank, and a fireball rose with the light, and the solid fuel tank melted like snow at this moment, and the fireball swallowed the captain's eyes, which had been pierced by the strong light, and then flooded his body, flooding the entire carriage, until it reached the fuel tank behind the car.

A wave of radiant air swept out in all directions 360 ° with the Spitfire tank as the center, and the body of the tank, which was almost one layer shorter than the corpse, cracked countless spiderweb-like cracks, and the red light shot out along the gaps, and the light instantly melted the corpse lying on the body of the car, and then splashed out with the steel fragments that were torn into countless fragments, and the driver who was running wildly only felt a violent tremor from the ground, and then stumbled and was overturned to the ground. He untied the radio from his shoulders and carried it into his arms, then pressed his body against the snow as best he could.

A visible shockwave flew over the driver's head buried deep in the snow, setting off a cloud of snowflakes, the driver counted silently in his mind for a few seconds, and then jumped violently, holding the radio and rushed out of the city, and the moment he got up, the shockwave just swept over a small sapling the thickness of an arm not far in front of him, and the part that had broken off from the middle part proved that the shockwave was more than just a look.

The zombies besieging the tank had already turned into countless pieces of charred flesh, and even the other zombies that surrounded them were also engulfed in flames, and the pervasive stench obscured the breath of the living on the driver's body, and he finally couldn't help but glance back after running wildly for nearly two minutes.

The black smoke drifted into the sky in a column, and countless shadowy "figures" gathered there again, and among the footprints that stretched all the way down the snow behind him, there were only his own footprints, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Holding on to his sore legs, he struggled towards a tall street tree next to him.

"Poof", the driver knelt down under the tree, he used trembling hands to untie the opening of the waterproof canvas, the dark green chassis of the sixth-generation radio communication system reflected a slight cold light in the sun, the telescopic antenna wrapped in a thin plastic coating fortunately did not have any damage, the driver slid open a panel the size of a half palm on the side, revealing 10 buttons similar to telephone buttons, he calmed down the nervous to almost suffocation, and slowly dialed down a string of 12 numbers.

There was a cassette cassette cadre-like noise, followed by a palpitating silence. When a few long seconds had passed, there was a sudden thud.

The driver's heart slammed, he knew that this was a precursor to the imminent connection, and sure enough, the next moment, a calm male voice came from the headphones.

"This is Kaliningrad, please reply."

The driver was in ecstasy, and he pressed the headset and shouted loudly.

"Uh......"

His lips were wide open until they were bleeding, a mouthful of stuffy air leaking out of his chest, and his eyes the size of brass bells hung down with his unsupported skull, and only then did he see the thing that had taken his life—a bone claw that had come out of his body!

The loose headset slipped off the driver's head and fell heavily on the snow, a faint and questioning voice came from the headset, he opened his mouth, trying to shout "danger", but the stiff arm that was pulled out of his chest and only the bones of Sensen was withdrawn, but the last trace of strength was withdrawn, and a wisp of blood foamed from the corner of his mouth, and then he knelt on his legs and fell gently into the deep snow.