The wind is bleak, and the earth is vast.

A snowflake fell from the sky and landed on the face of the War King, turning into a cold field.

The Warlord slowly grasped the hilt of his saber, and the cold texture came from the palm of his hand, making him refreshed.

At the end of the wilderness where his gaze was extreme, there was a black line slowly squirming.

Is it finally in the city?

A hint of arrogance appeared on the corner of the war king's mouth, and finally he lifted the black robe cover, grabbed the steel shield full of bullet holes in his hand, and drew his saber.

The sound of guns pulling bolts, zombie gasps, and metal crashing sounded all together, and countless Inhumans like the War King began to prepare for the final preparations before the battle, and the cold wind blew their black robes, forming a black tide of anger in the earthy color.

This is the prelude to the rise of the heroes, and it is also the beginning of Inhuman standing at the apex of history.

After several months of hard work, the battle situation legion under the command of the War King sadly found that just relying on the zombies' brainless charge to advance could no longer change the situation of the battle, and even the victory or defeat of the war, a drone can kill all your command class!

This is the era, not only zombies eat people, but also inhumans have to eat people, this is the symbol carried in the mutant gene, and the inhumans who advocate vegetarianism have now become a group of skinny dead ghosts. The only chance for the Inhumans is to take up arms and kill and destroy their city, and only by doing so can you continue to live in style.

The War King also thought about peaceful coexistence with humans, after all, the fiasco of Xishu was vivid, and he didn't want to die under the cannonballs.

But when he looked at the humans around him, he restrained himself for a whole week, first his heart was as itchy as being crawled by tens of thousands of ants, and then he was in a state of auditory hallucinations every day, and his mind was in a trance.

In the end, driven by hunger, he still ate humans, and from then on, he was out of control.

In the past few months, the war king has not known how many times he has launched, and in the successive battles, he has also quickly cultivated his subordinates into a cold-blooded butcher maniac, these days, he does not know that there are more than a dozen tanks that have been overturned, and millions of mines in the entire dense forest have been trampled by his zombies.

The faint black line on the horizon became even rougher, and the rumbling of wheels came in a thin voice, as far away as the sound of another world.

The War King turned his head and looked at the young man beside him softly, the young man was only sixteen years old, and he had not been an Inhuman for more than three days, he was holding a smaller steel shield in his hand, and the hand holding the steel knife was trembling slightly.

The war king patted the back with the back of the knife, and said indifferently: "Don't be afraid, it must be us who wins in the end." ”

He raised his eyes and looked ahead, and beside him, a burly man carried a large flag.

He stood at the front of the team, his chest was burning with fanatical pride, two months, just two months, he gathered nearly 10,000 Inhumans, if it was just 10,000 Inhumans it was nothing, but with the innate ability of Inhumans to control zombies, with a point and surface radiation, he could pull up an army of millions of zombies.

At this rate, in less than a year, he will be able to sweep the entire land.

He doesn't have the concept of a god-king's race, he just wants to trample everyone under his feet.

The black line on the horizon is getting closer and closer, and the speed of progress is getting faster and faster.

The war king swung his sword forward, and the zombies around him had just taken the first step, when a faint thunder came from the sky, and the ground under his feet trembled slightly.

Air force! That's an air force!

The knee-high snow was torn off by rocket artillery, but the War King still gave the command to charge, and one by one the flying zombies broke through the air.

It's close! It's close!

When the King of War saw a bright red flag on the horizon clearly, his heart that had ignored death because of repeated battles beat uncontrollably, and all the human strongholds that came into contact with him drew all kinds of strange new flags, none of which made people tremble.

Qin Chuan Chen Guang, that is a butcher, a jackal.

......

Qin Yu of Weiyang City drew out a long sword granted by Chen Guang, and the entire school official command class was equipped with this "Imperial Forest" long sword that symbolized honor and status, and he couldn't wait to personally use this long sword to cut off the heads of the aliens and avenge the thousands of dead human beings.

Behind him were 230 155 mm plus howitzers, a gun squad of 9 people, a whole artillery regiment fired a salvo, and the resonance of the muzzle of the gun wave could shatter the internal organs of ordinary people, not to mention the shaking of the ground, and the dust was so hot that people couldn't breathe.

If it had not been strengthened, such a dense salvo of artillery fire would not have been able to withstand ordinary people.

The tanks had been deployed, and the huge armor clusters seemed to come from the netherworld of hell, carrying the power of crushing everything, like the sky falling apart, like a monstrous wave, heading towards the endless army of zombies.

The ground beneath his feet began to tremble, and there was only the roar of two tank armored regiments between heaven and earth.

Can't let them steal the show!

Fanatical thoughts followed the cold wind like lungs, and Qin Yu's eyes lit up with a raging fire.

"Put!"

He roared, and the long sword in his hand slashed down.

230 shells burst out of their chambers and fell into the zombie horde like meteors from the sky, tearing apart their shattered bodies in a suffocating shockwave.

"Retreat! Reload! ”

"Put!"

Cycle.

......

The ranks of the War Frenzy Legion began to stir, the lowest-ranking Inhumans began to look around in fear, the courage to eat people began to fade, and the thoughts of timidity welled up in their hearts.

The Warlord ran back and forth on the front line, shouting loudly, trying to salvage the decline, but his efforts seemed to be a bit futile, except for the zombies who rushed up and were smashed into mud by the tanks, more Inhumans began to retreat, and fewer and fewer warriors could insist on controlling the zombies to charge forward.

The War King's originally hideous and gritted teeth face suddenly appeared a trace of decadence, he had realized that the strength of the Inhuman was slowly fading, and the fatal weakness was revealed in an instant. Originally, they could hide in the shadows and develop quietly, but the battle of Guangyuan City exposed the Inhumans directly under everyone's noses, and the mystery and fear dissipated with the wind at once, and they could no longer use zombies to carry out lightning attacks.

At best, the alien has strengthened the body, and the mind is still the same as the human after all.

When encountering an armored cluster, only by lining up a dense wave of zombies to shoot over and fight to the death, can there be a chance to flip, turn around and flee can only bring about self-destruction, the zombies who lost control still charge forward, but the fleeing Inhumans gave them the target of precise strikes.

Under the intensive artillery fire, the war mad army quickly disappeared because of the arrogance that broke through all the way in Xishu, not only because of this defeat, but because of entering the territory of Qinchuan and suffering several successive defeats.

Rumble!

A cannonball exploded ten meters in front of the War King, and the high-explosive shell directly covered the surrounding area, directly blasting a clearing.

Pushing away the shield pressed on his body, the War King pulled the communication soldier who threw away his equipment and wanted to escape, and roared with a hideous face.

"Why is the artillery fire coming to us! Those in the east, west, and north directions are so silent! ”

"King! The brothers of the reconnaissance sent a message, they did not show up at all, we were sold! ”

The king of war cursed a pig teammate, and after cutting down several deserters in a row to no avail, he finally gave up with a long sigh, turned around with the last main force, and joined the fleeing army.

The defeat was like a mountain.