In the silent walkie-talkie, there was a sudden murmur, but it was soon replaced by a calm man's voice:

"Vulture returns, the enemy is approaching a dangerous distance, now please prepare for the seventh squad to break off!"

"Finally, it's our turn......"

Fang Ke in the back row popped the third cigarette butt out of the window, and the young man driving also slammed the steering wheel, and the off-road vehicle drew an arc on the wide road surface and stopped diagonally on the side of the road. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't be so pessimistic, it's not the first time we've faced something like this."

The hoarse voice of the long-haired man in the co-pilot came again, and he pushed the door and jumped out of the car first. Under the reflection of the headlights, a scarred and ugly face was revealed. Although it has changed a lot, it can still be seen that this is Fang Ke's sworn friend - Zhao Lin.

He wore a long, waterproof trench coat, a sheathed katana behind his back, and an extremely murderous Damascus scimitar in his hand.

This scimitar comes from a sacrificial companion, he is a knife lover, according to his original boast, this is a smelted pattern steel blade produced in ancient Persia, it is a sharp blade that has really killed the enemy on the battlefield, and it has been sharp for hundreds of years.

The appearance of the knife is like a lengthened, widened, and weighted version of the scimitar dog's leg, the knife surface is dark silver, and it is covered with the unique black refining veins of the Uzi steel ingot, just like the jet-black water lines, and it is like a flowing murderous aura, which is very domineering.

The knife is a good knife, but it's a pity that its owner didn't have a chance to make it shine. The cheerful young man was torn in half by a corpse warrior in a recent breakout, and his most beloved saber went to Zhao Lin, who later avenged him.

"Hehe, who would be pessimistic, fat man, I have never been afraid of those ghost things raised by dog X."

Fang Ke also got out of the car, and he took a puff of joy with the fourth cigarette in his mouth, which was also the last in the cigarette case. The assault rifle in hand has been unsafed.

"Believe in yourself, this is not the place where our brothers are buried. The fat man still has a lot of gold bars in his pocket, and when he arrives at the Lan City base, the fat man asks you to have a good scarface for a few days! ”

"Bang-"

The car door closed, and the young man driving also stepped down. He had a spiritual head and a burly figure, but there was not much expression on that face, although he had been in the same car with Fang Zhao and the others, he did not speak more than the fingers of his two hands.

However, Fang Ke and Zhao Lin didn't have any opinions on him, after all, they were both veterans, and they had already figured out each other's tempers.

His name is Lei Hong, he was born in the armed police, and the strength of the third-order peak ability is the meat shield that is mainly responsible for attracting firepower among them.

His nickname is the Shield Man, and the weapon he uses is also a giant shield. He had already lifted the trunk in the back of the car and assembled the steel shield that had been disassembled in half.

The steel shield is round, with a diameter of one meter two, thick and strong, and the material is quite sophisticated. Such a steel shield has a weight of hundreds of catties, and it cannot be used without a certain strength. His secondary weapon is a double-edged axe, the blade of which glows with a chilling glow in the headlights.

In addition to their vehicles, three off-road vehicles stopped one after another. They were the seventh team to remain, fifteen in all, each of whom was an elite Adept who had battled a lot of battles.

It's a pity that the elite can't be a guarantee of their inevitable survival, because before that, there have been six equally elite squads wiped out in front of the pursuers.

Makeshift defenses were quickly erected, with chunky off-road vehicles lined up in the middle of the road. Six on-board machine guns were mounted on the roof of the vehicle, in the hands of six firearms adepts.

Fang Ke is also a firearms specialist, though he is not one of the machine heavys. Rather than the furious metal frenzy, Fang Ke was more accustomed to accurate bursts, and with the help of his ability, even ordinary pistol bullets could shoot as powerful as machine guns.

As soon as the temporary defense line was arranged, the road began to vibrate slightly, and countless black shadows began to appear faintly outside the range of the headlights.

This is the army of the undead that has been chasing the back of the survivors' convoy, and their numbers are so endless that even the entire convoy cannot be confronted by mobilizing the strength of the entire convoy.

Because of this, the leader of the convoy will make the painful decision to survive, and buy enough time for the main force of the convoy to evacuate with the sacrifice of a team behind the plaster.

"Fire!"

In fact, there was no need to order, and when the enemy entered the maximum range of the machine gun, all the shooters pulled the trigger in unison. The furious chain of bullets was like a row of death scythes, slicing off a large piece in the front row of the army of the undead.

This is of course due to the fact that the forwards who charge the army are generally the lowest-ranking cannon fodder in the army of the undead, but on the other hand, it also shows the wisdom of the convoy in choosing to march on the highway. Only on such a long and narrow terrain can a defense line with a minimum of troops be arranged to block the enemy's army, otherwise the broken rear squad of a dozen people at a time will not be able to delay even a minute.

The machine guns operated by firearms-skilled abilities far exceed the weapons themselves in terms of accuracy and penetration, and if they were placed in the past, they would have been just a group of low-level gray spirit-level zombies, and it would have been impossible for them to easily break through their firepower network.

But the mutation that occurred not long ago caused almost all the gray spirit-level zombies to break through to the soul level. With such strength as a foundation, the originally sharp firepower network is no longer so unbreakable.

After paying the sacrifice of more than a hundred companions, some of the flexible soul-level zombies had already rushed within two hundred meters, and Fang Ke, who had been calmly observing, decisively joined the ranks of the shooting.

He was now also at the peak of the third order, and the bullet that shot from the muzzle of his gun could actually bring out a crimson flame. No matter how agile the zombies are, his bullets can always hit the opponent's forehead accurately, and after piercing the skull, it will burst a second time, lifting half of the opponent's head away.

Some clever zombies noticed the existence of this powerful sniper, and they grabbed the corpses of their companions and guarded them in front of them, hoping to use them as a shield against those deadly warheads.

Unfortunately, this kind of defense was a joke in Fang Ke's eyes, and the bullets he fired could nimbly bypass all obstacles, and then continue to beat his target to the point of bursting brains.

"Whoa—"

Just when most of the zombies were already approaching the range of two hundred meters, there was a cracking sound from behind, and a row of dozens of bone arrows rose into the air and shot at the top of everyone's heads.