What is the concept of an artillery brigade of 155 howitzers firing a salvo?

In addition to the shaking of the ground, we can soon see from the satellite pictures that the light industrial area 1 km away has been almost completely destroyed. www.biquge.info The combat robot we sent out was also damaged in this shelling because it was too close to the zombies, and we couldn't see the situation of the zombies after the shelling at the first time, and the satellite pictures were not clear enough in the thick smoke.

But one thing is certain, that is, zombies will not flinch in fear because of shelling, no matter how many zombies are blown to pieces by shells, the remaining zombies will still desperately rush in the direction they smell of human flesh, fearless, immortal (the concept of death for zombies almost means fragmented) endlessly.

It is no wonder that in the eyes of many, the military (not just the military of a particular country) bears an unshirkable responsibility for this disaster, because this kind of fearless soldier who will not flinch even in the face of the bombing scene is not exactly what the military wants? Even if this disaster was not directly caused by the military of any country, the military's thinking of wanting super soldiers is at least an accomplice, if not the culprit.

This kind of thinking of the military is also a part of human nature, and the so-called human nature has never existed in isolation, and the history of human warfare is a history of distorting human nature to the extreme by doing everything possible to eliminate one's own kind as the primary goal.

The existence of the army itself is a product of the distortion of human nature, but in modern society, it is precisely the army, the police, and the state apparatus that people use to maintain the bright side of human nature.

Thinking about this now is just a thought of this in my mind, and it doesn't affect my next battle in the slightest. Even if I am not facing zombies, but a normal war between humans, I will not give up on the current battle because the war destroys humanity.

A few minutes later, the zombies that had passed through the area of artillery bombardment had appeared at a distance where long-range artillery fire could no longer easily shell in order to avoid accidental damage, and the street outside Starlight was an almost straight street, and we could already clearly see the zombies running forward hundreds of meters away. Many of their companions had already been wiped out by the fire, and as they approached, I ordered infantry and armoured transports loaded with 30 mm guns to line up at the gate of the Starlight Factory and concentrate their fire on the shelling.

The 30mm gun and the 155 howitzer are definitely not the same concept, but we are closer, the target is clearer, and in the continuous shelling, the limbs of the zombies are visible to the naked eye. I didn't feel like throwing up anymore, and frankly, we were all a little numb by this time. And seeing that the street has been sprinkled with broken limbs, but the zombies are still rushing forward regardless of it, this is the most desperate place, the zombies have no sense of fear, we have.

It didn't take long for the 30mm guns to run out, and all we could do was slow down the zombies' approaching speed, but as the 30mm guns finished firing, the zombies' large army also advanced to a position 300 meters away from us. For a while, I felt that my teeth were sore, and I wanted to swallow saliva, but my mouth was so dry that it seemed that there was no saliva left. But I was still lucid enough to hold the walkie-talkie and say, "Bazooka, get on!" ”

Speaking of which, we are well prepared. Why do we have a squad of 51 people with 10 vehicles, 3 of which are trucks, not to be able to pick up so many valuable things to bring back from the beginning, nor to have the survivors fill all our cars, but to fill more space with ammunition. In addition to the new ammunition that was fired at the beginning, there were also regular shells for the 30 mm gun, and we also brought five 120 mm individual rocket launchers to fire cloudburst shells. At this time, the shells of the 30mm cannon on the vehicle were finished, leaving only a yellow-orange shell shell in the open space, and at the same time, the firing team of the 5 individual rocket launchers found their own positions, and after receiving my instructions, the first wave of 5 rockets dragged the thick tail smoke and flew to the zombie group 300 meters away.

I won't explain what the cloudburst bomb is, but after a salvo of five bazookas, brilliant sparks exploded on the originally open street.

"Wow......" I don't know who vomited from the headset, vomit and vomit will be used to it, the most important thing is to have a life habit.

After the cloud burst bomb is finished, it is an incendiary bomb, which is a conventional incendiary bomb, there is a white phosphorus bomb but I dare not use it, not because I am afraid of violating international conventions, but I am afraid that the zombies will pounce in front of me with white phosphorus that has not burned out. Theoretically, all viruses, bacteria, and all living things are paper tigers under the high temperature flame, but these zombies have no pain, what if they catch fire and still keep rushing forward? The white phosphorus bomb will not be extinguished until it is completely burned, and it is already very close, if the zombie pounces in front of it with inertia, it will be self-inflicted.

And then there's the flamethrower. Now that the whole street outside the factory is on fire, we are upwind and not worried about the fire spreading. Even if the wind changed, we still had some bombs left to put out the fire

One order after another was given, and from the very beginning of the battle there was no sign of a pause. No one knows exactly how many zombies we've killed, but seeing the remaining zombies always pass over the limbs of their companions and continue on their way through a piece of slimy juice, our mental endurance has been challenged like never before.

Damn, these guys used to be living people, and now, they are still in the shape of people, running like people. They continued to shatter and fall under the muzzles of our guns, and although there was no blood, there was also juice dripping from the ground, and after seeing too much, the stomach that had been numb to the extreme began to churn again. Worse still, the wind suddenly changed direction, and the dust of Mars was overwhelming, and in order to make it easier to fight, we had already taken off the protective clothing that we had used to insulate the new preparation, and although we were wearing gas masks, the dust blown by this wind was still filled with the strong smell of roast meat.

In an instant, many people threw up.

Zombies don't feel it, we have, and with this alone, fighting zombies, we're always at a disadvantage.

Just like now, our originally numb nerves have broken through the critical point because of the dust floating in the air, which is mixed with sparks, dust, and organic matter that has not been completely burned, that is, the debris of human skin, bones, and so on. Vomiting is contagious, and when a person starts vomiting, the people around him are stimulated by the smell of vomit and are prone to vomiting.

But even though we vomited pale and our hands and feet were weak, we still had to hold our positions, and the rockets were finished, and now we relied on intensive strafing from 12.7 mm heavy machine guns. In addition to the trucks, our vehicles were equipped with 12.7 mm caliber heavy machine guns, and at this time, our vehicles formed a half-moon formation in the open field behind the entrance of the daily chemical factory, concentrating their firepower to carry out intensive and accurate fire strikes on the zombies outside the gate.

So far, our tactical routine has been very standardized, very complete and fluid, and although my fighters are now shrouded in all kinds of negativity and their morale is obviously declining, at least they can still hold their posts. For a motley army that has to do the work of chengguan at any time and has to find a way to make extra money, I am proud of my soldiers who still stick to their posts even if they vomit and turn blue.

There are already a lot of zombies on the street, and there are few headshots from the dense strafing of heavy machine guns, all of which have beaten the zombies to pieces, but many zombies have broken their hands and feet, leaving their torsos and still squirming forward. Behind them, more zombies stepped on the fragments of their limbs and continued to move forward, some fell, lost their balance and writhed their bodies covered with tissue mucus before they stood up, and were knocked down by the zombies behind them, or were squeezed to the side, while the zombies behind continued to move forward.

No one knows how many zombies we have eliminated in this battle, and the layers of stumps on the street can no longer be counted, only that under the continuous attack of heavy machine gun fire, the zombie herd still advanced towards us to a distance of only 100 meters.

Dense gunfire, bullet casings flying in the sky, barrels that have turned red...... This overwhelming battle was clearly a one-sided slaughter by us, but we became more and more afraid, as if everything we had done was useless, and no matter how much ammunition we poured, we would eventually be surrounded by zombies until we ran out of ammunition and were exhausted.

"No more! Unstoppable! I'm going to die! "The headset carries a voice that I don't know who it is, a hoarse voice, full of fear and despair.

"Why haven't the reinforcements come yet? Do you want to watch us shoot all the bullets and be bitten alive? ”

"I don't want to die here! I don't want to die here! I don't want ......"

"Shut up! Don't be so cowardly, the special life has been earned a long time ago, and I haven't heard that female soldier crying, what the hell are you crying! Not dead yet! ”

"Where's the cartridge? Give me a new magazine, I'm m, can you change the barrel a little slower? Do you want us to die together? ”

I silently listened to these shouting radio waves, whether it was crying dad and mother, or scolding the heavens and the earth, I didn't blame, such shouting is also a kind of catharsis, if you can't even shout, then it is really certain death.

100 meters, I can already clearly see the appearance of these zombies, they are tall and short, there are men and women, but without exception they are all very thin now, their clothes are in tatters, they have big mouths, they are desperate, running towards us quickly, the speed of running is still not as fast as normal people, but it is already terrible. The most important thing is their eyes, the zombie eyes in the past are cloudy, and it feels like the eyeballs have been broken, but the eyes of these zombies look brighter, whether they still have vision, and how far they can see is now unknown, but compared to the zombies we are used to only relying on smell and hearing to judge and lock on to the target, the recovery of vision makes these zombies a deeper threat to humans.

I don't know if it's my delusion, but among the zombies that kept running, I saw as if a zombie paused, raised his head and looked at me deeply. For a moment, I only felt a shiver, a feeling of overpowering all over my body, and a cold breath spreading from my heart to my limbs.