The street facing the gate of the National Guard camp stretched far past, a reinforced concrete building stood majestically but coldly, a cool breeze blew into the building through the cracked windows on the top floor, Wang Song, who had been strengthened by the third order, stood in front of the window, observing the zombies facing the street through a telescope.

"Bang bang!" Wang Song extended the telescope's field of vision forward, the soldiers at the gate of the National Guard had already fired, and the scattered bullets were like stones thrown into the lake, except for a slight wave, there was no practical effect.

"The first step of our plan has already begun, and the next step is to wait!" , The one who opened his mouth was a white man with blond hair, he called himself "Deadpool", he was very strong, even though it was a cool autumn day, he was still wearing a black vest, which made his powerful muscles flash, but Wang Song, who was standing beside him, did not take him to heart.

"Hey! What a look at you! The white man who called himself Deadpool was the temporary captain of this patchwork team in the building, ruling a team of thousands of people, which made him very proud, and when he caught a glimpse of the disdain in Wang Song's eyes, it made him very uncomfortable.

"Nothing!" Wang Song just glanced at him with a smile, didn't pay attention to him, but gestured to his subordinates in the team.

"You damn yellow man! What a look at you! It's good that Lao Tzu let you join, believe it or not, now Lao Tzu will throw you down from here! The white man didn't get a trace of awe from Wang Song's eyes, he angrily stepped forward and grabbed Wang Song's collar, the tall one suddenly picked Wang Song up, Wang Song's muscles all over his body had begun to tense, he could kill this arrogant white man with a simple force, but this would ruin Wang Song's plan.

"Hey! You see, people are coming out of the building of the National Guard! Just as Wang Song and the white man were confronting, another man holding a telescope by the window saw Luan Huan and his party coming out of the National Guard building.

"Humph!" , The white man tried his best to push Wang Song away, he wanted to push Wang Song to the ground, but Wang Song stood firmly in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Remember, I'm the commander-in-chief of this operation! We all have one goal, and that is the weapons of the National Guard opposite! If anyone drags their feet, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

The white man glanced at Wang Song, his intuition vaguely told him that the short yellow man opposite him would be a hidden danger, but now that the plan had begun, he didn't have time to deal with Wang Song, reaffirmed his position on the side, walked to the window, picked up the binoculars, and in the binoculars, Luan Huan got into the car with two of his subordinates and a few robot soldiers in suits and leather shoes, and the convoy drove out of the National Guard's camp.

"It's okay! Our target is the weapons in the National Guard! Ready for the second stage is to prepare! ”

The white man didn't pay attention to Luan Huan who left, he was concerned about the weapons in the National Guard, of course, he didn't know that the weapons warehouse in the basement of the National Guard had been emptied by Jiang Sen, and he found the National Guard's weapons warehouse before Jiang Sen, but at that time he had no way to break through the door of the warehouse.

When he prepared the tools for breaking the wall, George. DuPont with his soldiers has already captured the National Guard camp. In order to capture this camp, he gathered all the survivor teams near San Antonio and prepared for a large-scale operation, Wang Song's dozens of subordinates were one of the dozens of survivor teams, the white man called "Deadpool" promised to distribute five percent of the loot to Wang Song, but Wang Song and his men didn't care about the five percent of the loot, they cared about all the loot.

The power of the zombie herd is huge, and the gunfire in front of the National Guard has stimulated their advance, these zombies have begun to evolve, their bodies have basically completed the process of dehydration, and the dry body looks vulnerable, but in fact, without too much water to carry the weight, their running speed has been significantly improved, and layers of black mold have begun to grow on the dry skin. They brandished their sharp claws and ran towards the soldiers of the National Guard.

In the building, Wang Song and a dozen reinforced men sat on the floor, each of them took out a dry hard corn tortilla from their backpacks, corn is a high-yielding crop, the town ruled by Wang Song is slowly restoring order, and they are lucky to harvest ripe corn.

The cornmeal that has been simply milled by the stone mill is a little rough, and it takes a few sips of water to bite into the dry and hard tortilla, even so, the other survivor teams around them can't help but ooze saliva when they see the tortillas gnawed by Wang Song and others.

In the last days, many survivors have no long-term plans, they just blindly rely on the materials left by the civilization era, but the materials left behind by the end of the world are non-renewable, and there will always be people starving to death without a reliable source of materials.

Outside the building, "they're evolving, too!" The convoy started slowly, Luan Huan glanced at the group of zombies rushing over, muttered to herself, raised the window glass, her sentence contained a lot of helplessness, zombies are evolving, and the difficulties faced by the LEG base are increasing, but she can't find support for the LEG base.

Running zombies stepped on the asphalt road full of garbage and fallen leaves, bringing up dust in the sky. Luan's convoy left, not caring why the zombie hordes were besieging the DuPont family's branch in San Antonio.

The autumn sun was far away from the earth, but it continued to fulfill its duty to shine on the earth, and the bright sunlight shone through the glass on the faces of the two handsome men in the room, who were also interrupted by the sound of gunfire at the door.

"It's a misfortune that the people of the LEG just came, and the zombies also came."

George. Dupont didn't speak, in front of the window where he was standing was the street, and in front of him, on the street, the dense crowd of zombies under black pressure was speeding towards the National Guard, and there were zombies on both sides of the road constantly joining, they were like a school of sharks smelling blood, excitedly rushing towards the National Guard camp where bullets were flying.

"You can't see the edge at all." , George looked at the group of zombies with no end in sight in the middle of the high-rise buildings, and quickly analyzed: "Perhaps, the purpose of the people behind the zombie group is the weapons here, but they don't know the weapons here, and I don't know where to go!" ”

"Click!" , George loaded the pistol on his waist and said, "You go first, I want to see the power of the zombie horde." ”

"Machine gun fire!" , as he spoke, George pressed the walkie-talkie and issued the order.

"Bang Bang"

The four heavy machine guns placed at the entrance of the National Guard camp opened fire, and the roaring muzzles kept flying out reckless bullets, and the bullets flew towards the zombie horde with the power to destroy everything.

The hideous-looking zombie raised its withered hands high, "Ho-ho-ho! He opened his rotten mouth and excitedly called, "Bang! A bullet with the flesh of another zombie just flew through his mouth, and flew out from behind the zombie's skull with the dried powder of the zombie like smoke.

Guns are the crystallization of human beings to make up for their own violence, and the power of a single creature cannot fight against it after all. Each bullet pierced the strings of zombies, and a shot in the head sent the zombies to the ground, but it only irritated the other zombies even more, stepping on the corpses of their companions and pushing and running towards the National Guard.