The cold edifices of uneven height sit side by side on opposite sides of the road, and without the backdrop of human civilization, the legacy of these civilizations is particularly cold, like the teeth of the devil with its mouth wide open, as if intent on devouring everything.

"Bang bang bang!" Only the incessant gunfire at the end of the road struggles to prove the survival of human civilization.

The effect of the bullet is insignificant in front of the zombie group, although the zombies in the front keep falling to the ground, but they do not bring too many fetters to the same kind when they fall to the ground, and at the feet of the crazy zombie group, the fallen kind of people are quickly crushed into meat sauce.

Standing on the high building, Jiang Sen could clearly feel the vibration under his feet.

In the National Guard camp, a helicopter flew away, and out of the building came George Brown. DuPont. He didn't speak, and stood at the doorway of the building, admiring the sheer number of zombies.

The soldiers wanted to retreat, but they didn't dare to speak, looking at the zombies getting closer and closer, there was always a soldier who couldn't help it and ran to George, "Report!" Sir! We need to retreat! ”

As soon as the voice fell, "Poof! A bullet flying from a distance directly exploded the soldier's head, and the red and yellow turbidity in the skull hit George's body armor, and the bullet landed, George stood steadily, and the bright red hot liquid dripped from his face.

In an instant, the soldiers of the other training games in the camp subconsciously looked for their respective covers.

Wang Song didn't care who died in the National Guard, the gunshots were a signal that he needed to act, "Get in the car!" After the order was given, several teams in the alley got into the car one after another, they were all excited, and they didn't seem to see the zombie horde in front of the National Guard and the soldiers resisting inside, but only saw the camp full of weapons.

"Get out of the back!" , A strong black man knocked the pickup truck where Wang Song was sitting, and looked around at Wang Song's subordinates in the car, he was very dissatisfied with the garbage team rushing to the front

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Wang Song glanced at him and ignored him, which seemed to make the self-righteous black man very angry, but before he could speak, "bang", a gunshot rang out in his ear, the black man was shot in the head, and a broken skull hit Wang Song's face, and the sharp skull fragments crossed a shallow scar on Wang Song's face, but soon this scar was covered by the black man's blood.

Wang Song didn't care about the filth on his face, he noticed the black shadow that shot through the powerful hind limbs, with the support of the arm, rushed out from the side of the road, like a sniper rifle shot accurate bullets, and jumped into the pickup truck compartment very agilely. Without waiting for his feet to stand firm, he drew a sharp dagger from his waist, and slashed the throat of his opponent in the pickup car with a cruel smile, his extremely fast movement did not give the opponent in the carriage any chance to resist.

"Boom--"

In an instant, the people in the first car were slaughtered, and then the rest of the people reacted, and the survivors in the second car accurately grasped the timing and pulled the trigger fiercely, and the scattered shotgun did not hit the black shadow that attacked, and the dense steel balls hit the zombies behind the black shadows, and countless steel balls tore the remaining clothes and cloth on the zombies, and hit the dry bodies of the zombies, stirring up a layer of dust, and the zombies fell to the ground, but countless zombies followed the black shadows that rushed in front of them to the convoy in this small alley.

The zombies' thirst for fresh flesh and blood is irresistible, the first pickup truck dripping with blood was soon surrounded by zombies, they stretched out their thin arms, desperately pulling the corpses in the carriage, in a series of piercing bone cracking sounds, the corpses in the carriage were torn into pieces, fell out of the carriage, and a group of zombies frantically grabbed food.

Looking at the group of zombies attracted by the black shadow, Wang Song knew that the goal of the black shadow was not to slaughter the entire convoy by one person, he did not deliberately entangle a certain car, as long as the zombies tasted blood, his goal had been achieved.

Although Wang Song had already reached the third-order reinforcement, he knew that he was not the target of that black shadow, and as soon as he was about to order a retreat, he and his men were already surrounded by zombies.

"Bang, bang!" , the dense gunfire remembers.

"Drive! Drive! Drive! Wang Song and his men were at the rear of the convoy, and while the rear was not yet surrounded by zombies, Wang Song hurriedly gave orders to his subordinates.

"Bang~", the pickup truck that retreated at high speed ran over one zombie after another, and everyone who shot in the carriage knew that as long as the zombies were not allowed to rush into the carriage, they could firmly occupy the firepower advantage.

"Refill the magazine!" After changing a magazine, Wang Song held the handle of the gun tightly, his steady body against the butt, and every bullet accurately drilled into the zombie's head.

Because of the blockage of the building, Jiang Sen couldn't see everything that was happening in the alley, but since seeing George. Dupont draws hordes of zombies from the National Guard's camp into the alley, and Jiang Sen already knows the end.

"Bang!" , a pickup truck rushed out of the alley and entered Jiang Sen's field of vision.

"Bang!" Without the continuity and crispness of an assault rifle, Wang Song in the carriage had already finished the rifle's preparation, the thunderous shotgun gunshots, and Jiang Sen's telescope field of vision -- the zombie who was tightly grasping the pickup truck board with one hand, and before he had time to get excited, he was blown to pieces by the shotgun bullet with huge impact, and the dehydrated and dried zombie skull powder burst in the air.

Jiang Sen was in the telescope, admiring Wang Song's quick reflexes and just the right shot.

"He's changed a lot, shoot him and help him."

"Bang! Boom! Several robot soldiers beside Jiang Sen received the order and shot decisively, and the powerful anti-weapon sniper bullet with strong kinetic energy passed through the heads of three zombies lying on the side of the pickup truck.

The huge dust made Wang Song and his subordinates cough, he turned his head to look at the direction where the bullet was fired, and the pickup truck took advantage of the gap to accelerate backwards, and then quickly

Flawless to be surprised by the scene in front of him, Wang Song pressed the shotgun with a bullet, flattened in front of him, and pressed the trigger fiercely towards a zombie rushing to the right.

The zombies pouring out of the alley chased Wang Song's pickup as hard as they could, they abandoned the other convoys in the alley, and they all wanted to bite off the fresh first bite, and at this time, the only pickup truck that rushed out had already accelerated on the empty road.

Wang Song and several of his subordinates sat paralyzed into the body of the pickup truck, staring at the zombies running desperately behind the car.

"Sheriff! Did someone support us just now? “

"Yes!"

The white man's subordinate pointed to the building in the distance and continued, "There! Who are they? “

"I don't know, I always have to thank people." , Wang Song beckoned to the building.

The pickup truck, which survived, roared, the throttle was stepped deepest, and the engine roared the messy road

After Jiang Sen left, Wang Song took the survivors of the town and began to rebuild their survival, but they could not get the source of guns and ammunition, this failed attack had consumed half of their ammunition stock, and they needed weapons to survive in this chaotic apocalypse. And this is not only a problem faced by Wang Song's team, but all the scattered small surviving teams in the whole world are facing the problem of weapons shortage.

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"Let's pack up and go back!"

On the platform of the building, Jiang Sen watched the distant pickup truck and threw the lanyard lock rope firmly down the stairs, and several machine soldiers followed Jiang Sen, buckled the lock on the long rope, put on their respective equipment, jumped up, and fell to the ground along the long rope.