When the original generation of zombies was never able to take the initiative on the battlefield, the mutant zombies who had been hiding in the zombie tide finally lost their patience to wait.

A large number of mutated zombies with extremely fast speed and strong strength continued to pour into the corridor. These zombies are completely different from the appearance of the first zombies walking upright and in tattered clothes. The new zombies were more like beasts, their dark skin revealing muscles that were too strong to be normal. The mutated zombies are almost naked, on all fours, like cheetahs and lizards. The mutated head is also out of the human form, the jaw bone is long and protruding, and four rows of dense and sharp fangs are reborn in the mouth, and the tenon bone has evolved into a ligament, and the bite of this zombie's big mouth is amazing.

A large number of mutated zombies poured into the battlefield, and the front of the Lower City Resistance Army was hit like never before, and for a while, the casualties continued to rise.

With the strength of Daddy Hu, he can't eliminate so many mutated zombies. Daddy held a knife with one arm, and rolled out a line of white practice, which seemed to bloom flowers, crumbling in the stormy waves crashing on the shore.

On the battlefield, no one can control the battle situation left and right, and neither can Hu Kaiqing. When more than dozens of mutated zombies broke through the defensive line and rushed into the crowd, Daddy Hu let out a mournful howl.

Above the front, mutated zombies launched a ferocious attack on the warriors in the lower city. These monsters, as long as they don't hit the head with a single shot, have little effect. The bullet hit any part of these monsters, and it couldn't penetrate the powerful muscle tissue of the mutant zombie at all, and at most it exploded into a jet-black blood flower, and it no longer had an effect.

In the face of such monsters, the threat of thermal weapons is reduced to the extreme, and coupled with the extremely fast speed of these monsters, it is too difficult to kill them.

To deal with mutant zombies, the effect of cold weapons is relatively greater, but it is not much better. The strength and bones and even muscles of the mutant zombies have changed dramatically. A soldier with no strength slashed at the zombie, and he couldn't even cut through the muscle tissue, and even the knife was embedded in the zombie's muscles and bones. Before he could draw his weapon, the zombie's slender bloody teeth had already bitten on his body.

If you cut a zombie with a hundred knives, you may not die, but if it bites someone, that person will almost be sentenced to death, because the infection will complete assimilation in a short time, and it only takes a little time, and the mutated zombie will create a little brother for himself.

There was chaos on the front, and many soldiers were already in chaos, but whenever they saw mutated zombies rushing into the position, whether there were their comrades or not, they were all waiting for a shuttle bullet and a large machete. Often the zombies are not dead, and the team members near the mutant zombies have been killed.

Although the mutant zombies are fierce and terrifying, after all, the number is scarce, and the fatal blow to the defense of the lower city is not here, but because of the delay, the extremely large number of first-generation zombies has pressed up again. The densely packed rotting heads, the swaggering corpse claws, all pressed towards the spear array.

Because of the loss of mutual support, the spear array, which was located outside the front, completely collapsed. The members of the exploration team armed with spears were a large group of foreign wanderers collected in the lower city. These people do not have professional military training or excellent psychological quality, and when the war reaches this point, it will be the end of the crossbow long ago. The breakthrough of the mutant zombie became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and a guy with a spear took the lead in giving up his insistence and running away like crazy. The fleeing battle was like an infectious disease, coming more violently and quickly than the X-virus, and in the blink of an eye, the spear array collapsed, leaving behind the puzzled expressions and resentful eyes of the zombies who were playing with the big skewers.

The large group of zombies who have lost their "good friends" let out a painful wail, the friends don't want me anymore, they don't believe in love anymore, and the crazy zombies are determined to take revenge on the society, so the position suffered a catastrophe.

Wu Long, who was conducting the symphony, was sweating all over his head, and at this moment he did not have the slightest demeanor of an excellent officer, but thought that he was a gambler who lost his pants.

After the zombie horde broke the spear array, Wu Long's army guarding the salient faced all the pressure.

At this moment, the number of zombies pouring into the lower city and having combat effectiveness has exceeded thousands, and it continues to grow.

The rolling zombies rushed to the battlefield with their teeth and claws, and the poor bunkers and steel fortifications were filled with anticipatory zombies.

Big zombies, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, and finally squeeze to the bunker. The steel-framed bunker welded with steel was squeezed and deformed, and the soldiers who killed it on it were about to pounce on their stomachs. At this pace, the zombies will soon push the bunker to the ground.

The power of the zombie group is endless, they can't get a "good friend", and finally vent their "base feelings" on the steel frame, which is squeezed to the point of clicking. The level of those guys in the lower city who didn't have a welder's certificate was not good, and with the same project as tofu scum, how could they withstand the burning of zombies!

The zombies in front squeezed to death, and the zombies in the back didn't understand the amorous feelings, and exploded the zombie chrysanthemums in the forefront. Eventually, the zombies at the front were crammed into the steel bunker, their faces pressed against the steel, and their heads were squeezed with blood.

The zombies in the back didn't care about the life or death of their companions, and when they couldn't conquer the bunker, the zombies gave full play to their subjective initiative and began to stack Arhats again.

A large number of zombies were trampled to death under the bunker, and the corpses were used as stepping stones, piled higher and higher, and the zombies behind you stepped on me and I stepped on you, gradually landing on the bunker.

Although Wu Long's unit on top of the bunker tried his best to fight back and intercept, the zombies' fearless style and spirit of succession were really powerful. Finally, the zombies climbed over cover and fought their way into the interior of the position.

The warriors tried to kill the zombies with weapons in hand, but they could not alleviate the fate of death. The zombies pressed down one warrior after another in groups of three or five, and devoured their flesh and blood.

The howls on the battlefield were deafening. The soldiers let out a last terrible howl with their unexhausted strength, and then turned into a zombie with unwillingness and pain.

Wu Long waved the command knife in his hand and slashed at the zombies who surrounded him, but there were zombies in all directions, and his own sons were dead.

Wu Long glanced back behind him, the zombie had already cut off the space for him to retreat, and there was no chance to escape.

Wu Long's knife-wielding hand was tightly grasped by several zombies, and the zombie's slender and sharp nails had already pinched into his arm, bringing Wu Long great pain.

Wu Long let out a cry of pain in a muffled voice, and was about to draw his knife and cut again, but the zombies had already firmly surrounded him, some zombies hugged his waist, some zombies strangled his legs, and zombies strangled his neck, fangs and teeth bit his body, and Wu Long's body was splashed with blood.

Feeling the crazy loss of vitality, a trace of clarity briefly appeared in Wu Long's angry heart.

Before he died, Wu Long remembered a famous saying: nodonodie.

If it weren't for his insistence on attacking the lower city, then neither he nor the lower city would have suffered such a catastrophe.

Wu Long let out a long sigh, but unfortunately the sigh could not be conveyed, because a zombie had bitten off his neck, and his trachea was exposed to the air with the blood spraying pulp.

Goodbye, Xiao Li, it's a pity that there is no chance to see each other in this life. Wu Long thought about it, and gradually lost his contemplation.

The zombies didn't care which of the Kadam officials was the biggest, and continued to bury their heads in eating Wu Long's corpse, a large mass of organs was turned over and eaten, and Lin Er, who was looking directly at the rear front, was nauseated again and again.

Although this Wu Long was domineering when they first met, and they also had some grudges after fighting two battles, but watching him die in front of him, Lin Er thought of the fate he was about to face, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The zombie leveled the salient and continued to push forward. At this time, there are many second-generation mutant zombies with great lethality in the zombie tide, and there are more than 10,000 zombies in the lower city.

Lin Er looked at the zombies that advanced in front of him, he was really sad and angry, he shouted hard, the big knife team is ready!

The already exhausted broadsword team slowly got up with long swords and shields to meet the group of zombies that charged up.

The broadsword team wearing heavy armor is already very difficult to walk, let alone wielding a knife to slash zombies.

As soon as the loss tide came into contact with the broadsword team, the broadsword team fell into the vast sea of zombies, and the soldiers of the broadsword team were drowned in the overwhelming figure of zombies.

The zombies can't peel off the armor of the Broadsword Warriors, but the zombies have their own most barbaric and primitive methods, directly pushing down the Ya, pressing them to the ground and ravaging them.

Although the upper body of the warrior of the Broadsword Team is wrapped in armor, the head and lower body still have exposed parts. After the zombies knocked people down, they just went up and down their mouths and bit them to death, and soon, the heads and lower bodies of these miserable warriors were gnawed.

In front of the large number of zombies, the people of the big knife team were not enough to look at it, and I saw that the thighs, calves and even pelvic bones of the lower half of the soldiers' bodies were torn off by the zombies and stuffed into the mouth to chew. Every bit of flesh and blood is a delicious meal that zombies dream of, at this time, there are few porridge and many monks, and the zombies are all sharing food with their hearts.

The scene is bloody, it can be called a hell, the zombies are like a surging black tide, where they pass, the lives are devastated, but there is no living thing that is not asked for a life body.

Lin Erbei came from it, this is the last blood capital of the city defense team, and now it is completely buried in the corpse. Lin Er raised the Gatling in his hand, held it flat on his chest, and pressed his broad chest against the butt of the gun, pulled the trigger, and poured bullets at the zombies.

The bullet hit the body of the zombie, setting off a blood flower, the strong penetrating force of the bullet, the zombies were beaten to the ground and fell over and over, but all the zombies that were hit were all heavy injuries, the body parts were completely damaged, and the head was burst. Gatlin's ferocious recoil hit Lin Er's chest, and the fierce Lin Er's face showed an abnormal red.