As Leng Hao cut the iron cable connecting the two ends, the Armidah protozoa on the opposite bank could no longer rush directly over.

For the time being, people have a little time to recuperate.

However, this may only be the last bit of time.

Leng Hao and Zhang Xiaomeng risked being hit by water cannons and surveyed the monsters that were climbing up in the valley again.

"Captain, maybe three or four hours."

Zhang Xiaomeng raised his head and looked at the parasites on the other side that were already climbing down the cliff.

It's a little helpless to say.

Leng Hao and the four of them almost perfectly achieved their strategic goal.

These enraged Armida protozoa have no intention of giving up now, and vow to occupy this enclave in an unstoppable way.

They wouldn't know that Leng Hao, who had actually given them heavy damage, was only four people.

Moreover, because of the fighting these days, the Amida protozoa swarm has mobilized a large number of parasites and sharp-clawed soldiers.

The elite troops of these Armida protozoa died in this valley like ordinary miscellaneous soldiers.

The hydropower station base should have been preserved.

However, can Leng Hao really leave by himself?

"Ma Tian, go and ask how much time it will take for the black eagle!"

Leng Hao and Zhang Xiaomeng glanced at each other, and their eyes were focused on the trees on the side of the path.

It was a war between two races, no begging for mercy and no surrender.

They have to find a way to delay a little time, and even find more burial goods for their lives!

"I'll go right away!"

When Ma Tian walked away quickly, Leng Hao had already used brute force to cut down trees.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The small trees full of branches were cut down by the war knives that were already a little notched, and after a rough removal of the branches and leaves, they were placed on the path.

Zhang Xiaomeng pried open the few bullets one by one with a knife and took out the gunpowder inside.

"Captain, you're really an iron man. It's been a few days, and it's still so powerful? ”

The major spit out the bullet casing in his mouth and looked at Leng Hao with some envy.

In fact, those sharp special forces members can also do it for days without sleep, Zhang Xiaomeng knows this.

But in fact, in the days that followed, there was inevitably some numbness or mechanical action, but Leng Hao never seemed to know what fatigue accumulation was.

The reason why they were able to hold back this huge cluster of Amida protozoa with just four of them, in addition to this natural danger, was mainly because of the sudden outbreak of Leng Hao.

Don't underestimate this accumulation of tiredness, even Zhang Xiaomeng himself, if he hadn't seized the opportunity to take a nap a few times, he would have been crushed by fatigue.

"Hey, I'm very talented."

Leng Hao, who was wielding a war knife, could only explain with a smile, in fact, he was crying silently in his heart at this time.

This way of constantly shuttling between the end of the world and the modern era can indeed make Leng Hao look far more energetic than ordinary people, but the popularity value of this cost is like splashing water.

Once upon a time, someone once had 200,000 popularity and thought they could make a big difference in the last days.

But now, Leng Hao's popularity value is less than 50,000.

Even if they successfully escaped this time, the Type 99 main battle tank in Leng Hao's dream, such a thing as buying one and throwing one away would become a distant prospect.

"You're really too talented to be an actor......"

"Energetic, superhuman, captain, if you joined the army before, at least you would be a soldier king."

Zhang Xiaomeng shook his head, Leng Hao always said that he was an actor, but he really hadn't seen Leng Hao on TV.

"The King of Soldiers? I'm now, and it's not too late, right? ”

Leng Hao picked up the war knife in his hand and looked at the dense monsters on the other side.

"At least for now, we're doing real things, not drills."

"That's right."

The major carefully packed the gunpowder in a plastic bag, placed it in the middle of a few small trees, and then stood up, moving his somewhat sour body.

"These things, maybe they can stop them for dozens of minutes."

"We still have a castle ......"

Seeing Zhang Xiaomeng pick up the rifle and insert the bayonet into the head of the gun, Leng Hao's words stopped.

They ran out of bullets.

The current Type 95 rifle is just a bayonet.

"I don't want to be a martyr......"

Leng Hao couldn't help but swallow the saliva in his throat.

"I don't want to, but in case, I think it's easier to get done in hydrogen than to be bitten by these guys."

The Major checked his setup once more and smiled at Leng Hao.

"Bang!"

The two of them said no more, and with all their strength, they cut down the trees by the roadside one by one, and walked into the distance, towards the little castle on the top of the hill.

This is their choice, the choice of the fighters who fought until the last moment.

Just a few parasites, want people's lives, how can it be so easy?

"Phew!"

Zhang Xiaomeng wiped the sweat from his face and panted heavily.

"Captain, you say, does this world really have a chance to go back to the past?"

"I don't know, I just know, I don't want to die, and I don't want to be a wild man or a bandit leader or something......"

Leng Hao raised his head a little dazedly.

The longer he stayed in the last days, the more Leng Hao felt the preciousness of that peaceful era.

That little rental house, with all those bad beers and late-night snacks, was actually very happy.

While the two men were discussing, at the bridgehead, in the place where they had fought for days, stained with the blood of the Amida protozoa, a hand covered with stains and black ash between its nails appeared on the edge of the cliff.

The first parasite, with a strong push, stood on the battlefield that had blocked them for many days.

And right beside it, on this somewhat narrow platform, one after another parasites with tattered clothes and hideous faces also boarded this platform one after another.

A sharp-clawed soldier who climbed onto the platform opened its lips slightly, and the gray-white Armida protozoa popped out a scorpion tail stained with translucent slime, making a sizzling noise.

Just behind it, in that valley, a large number of parasites, and the sharp-clawed soldiers who had fallen but not died, were climbing the mountain in a steady stream.

The so-called natural risk, the so-called bridgehead that cannot be opened by one husband and ten thousand people, no longer exists.

"Tread, stride, stompe."

Soon, the dozens of parasites in the front row and the sharp-clawed soldiers in them began to move towards the path.

They're going to attack the humans who have inflicted so much on them, and wipe out the resistance once and for all!

A parasite's leather shoe tripped over a small tree that had fallen horizontally, leaving it with its hands on the ground to avoid falling.

And at this moment, at its feet, several sparks appeared.

This flash of spark directly ignited the gunpowder on its side, and along with a few thin lines, it ignited several gunpowder piles not far apart.

"Boom!"

A flash of fire burst from the small tree beneath its feet, setting the parasite's clothes on fire.