"Alert!"

"All on alert!"

Behind the car blockade, an officer shouted orders as he walked.

Deng Hang can see the corpses, and others can naturally see it, before, they have not participated in the battle, but handed over to the brothers on the high wall, at most the zombies who are closer, they will gather fire with a few people and directly beat them into a sieve.

They have already experienced a "cleaning mission", but when they shoot again, they will inevitably have fear in their hearts, and they often have to hit half a shuttle what can be solved with four or five bullets.

It's just that when they saw the endless rush of zombies, their whole hearts fell to the bottom. There were quite a few soldiers who looked back in the direction of the checkpoint, but they couldn't leave, the speed of the inspection was too slow, and a considerable number of people were waiting outside the high walls, waiting for me!

The zombies huddled together, pushing forward, their appearance has become very different from normal people, tattered bloodstained coats, godless eyes, slightly open mouths, gums exposed to the air, long-term lack of water, causing the skin to dry down, the whole person looks thin, and some limbs are missing, which looks even more disgusting.

At a glance, there are tens of thousands of zombies in the north of the city, and in the distance, there are more zombies gathered in small streams, because of the sound of gunfire.

At the front of the corpse group, there stood a tall man, the blood on his white shirt had long since dried up, covered in ash, hiding the original pure color, and there was an extremely irregular scar on his neck, and he walked up, half of his face was gnawed and flesh was blurred.

Suddenly, the man started running slowly, and boom! A blast hit his head, and his body flew into the air, and he fell to the ground on his back, and in the center of his brow, there was a black hole the width of a finger. More figures rushed over his body.

"All attention, in a moment the zombies will enter the firing range, free fire, I repeat, free fire." The officer's words did not cause the slightest reaction, and the silence represented the death of the heart.

"You think you're going to die, don't you?

"You think you're going to die with heavy firepower, do you?" ”

"And what are you still standing here? Yes? Don't forget your identity, don't let down the guns in your hands, 317 Division! ”

"Kill!"

In the tearing roar, who will know the unspeakable mood in their hearts, and run to death and righteousness? Tragic? No, it's all bullshit, no one will remember them, no tombstones, no flowers, not even the person who collects the corpse, but no one will back away either.

Almost at the same time, the guns of the six tanks shrugged backwards, and the muzzles of the guns spewed out huge fire, and two seconds later, five or six hundred meters away, in a fiery red cloud, the corpse tide was instantly opened several large holes, and the place where the shells exploded was full of broken limbs and rotten flesh, and the huge impact force was centered on the landing point, within a radius of ten meters, and there were no living creatures standing.

Before some of the zombies who were overturned by the shock wave had time to get up, they were trampled on the ground by those who came up from behind, raised their heads, stepped on the back of their heads, raised their heads, and stepped on the back of their heads.

The roaring sound of artillery instantly detonated the panic in the hearts of the masses, and everyone rushed into the checkpoint, and the soldiers did not stop them, but just stood on both sides to prevent them from being overcrowded and caused by the stampede.

600 meters, 500 meters, 400 meters......

Everyone is waiting, the tank fire has not stopped, a shell down, at least hundreds of casualties, and eggs, if it is a normal person, covered by such a strong artillery fire, he will definitely not dare to rush forward, and withstand the shock wave of the explosion, not dead is also seriously injured, but the current situation is that there will only be more zombies to make up.

The first shot was fired by the anti-aircraft machine gun on the tank, this kind of high-rate-of-fire, high-power machine gun, the original purpose was to guard against the threat of low-altitude bombardment to the tank, and now it is a flat-fire weapon, which is comparable to a weapon of mass destruction.

Gunfire rang out, and more than 300 people fired at the same time, forming a line of fire, and the bullets that burst out of the chamber of the guns heated up in the air, embedded in a withered body, and splattered a psychedelic blood flower.

The zombies fell in rows, but they didn't stop them in the slightest.

Those who were swept by anti-aircraft machine guns were instantly missing a piece of meat, and if they unfortunately hit the head, it was really a "headshot".

When a magazine is empty, their reloaders are shaking, there are too many, it is simply endless, and there are only 300 of them, the battle line can't be stretched too long, and in the farther away, there are already zombies who have climbed over the car and surrounded them.

There was no choice but to fight and retreat, moving closer to the checkpoint.

The only thing they could pray for was to hope that the people behind them would pass through the checkpoint quickly, thousands of people, even if they were running, still needed a certain amount of time, but the speed of their retreat was far from enough to survive until they passed safely.

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

As long as there is a place to settle on the high wall, there are soldiers standing, ammunition pouring down, from a distance, a "barrage" composed of bullets harvests zombies on the ground, even under the strafing of machine guns, there are still zombies climbing on the tank, even if it is on the barrel, there are two or three.

It has fallen, the former forbidden area, has completely fallen.

When the soldiers emptied their magazines and had no way to retreat, the fragile lifeline was finally broken, and most of their ammunition supplies were left in the cars.

Almost at the same time, the doors of the three checkpoints began to slowly close, and the people behind them began to shout as soon as they saw the situation.

"You can't lock us out!"

"Wait a minute, I haven't gone in yet, wait a minute!"

"Bastard, Lao Tzucao, eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

…………

All the swearing, the pleas, are useless, because the iron gate is electric, in the outermost part, there is no more gunfire, the strength of a battalion, all the troops, except for a few tanks are still crushing back and forth, but it is useless, there is no backup, they are just wooden boats in the stormy seas.

The fort was crawling with zombies, and it was only a matter of time before the ship capsized.

When the most iron door was still half a foot wide, there was a man who wanted to squeeze in, but was pulled by the people behind, the essence of human nature was exposed, and he wanted to pull him out and drill in by himself, even if it didn't work, Lao Tzu couldn't get in, you didn't want to go in, stay and bury me with me.

That person was originally able to come in, but this time, neither advance nor retreat, the desire to survive and the hatred of others split his body in half, and his waist was stuck between the iron doors, and by the time he reacted and wanted to struggle out, it was too late.

The gap in the iron gate, even if no one dragged him back, he had no chance.

"Ahh The man propped his hands on both sides of the iron gate, looking up to the sky and howling, trying to pull his body out, two lines of tears sliding down his dry skin.

In the structure of the human body, the waist and limbs are quite fragile, except for one spine, all important internal organs and gastrointestinal system.

When the object is squeezed, the hard substance will break under the increasing pressure, while the soft one will be lined up to the sides.

The man spat out some mess first, then viscous blood.

Bang!

His upper body suddenly collapsed, hanging in the air, and the back of his head burst open like a trumpet flower, bursting with a bloody hole like a teacup.

The officer lowered his arm, his shoulders trembled, and then laughed loudly, bowed, and covered half of his face with his other hand.

Without warning, he raised his hand to his temple and shot him, and the laughter stopped abruptly and fell to the ground, the black pistol slipping from his hand, his thumb still pulling the trigger.

"Squad leader!"

"Squad leader!"

Those who were lucky enough to escape in, standing on the periphery, clinging to each other, could feel only despair and powerlessness.

The battle on the high wall continued, the barrage gradually became thin, and all that remained, there was only a feast of flesh and blood, and the fifty-meter forbidden area became the slaughterhouse of the Grim Reaper.

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