The ram ascends.

The ram looks far away.

The eyes are full of restless and restless figures of zombies.

The zombie tide is overwhelming, and the war is about to break out.

I've been fighting all these years.

Ram Qi thought about it, and unconsciously stroked the ancient sword in his hand, many comrades-in-arms have sacrificed their lives over the years, only the ancient sword is by his side, loyal and accompanied.

……

Just as the ram was looking at the zombies, a flat-headed middle-aged white man with a delicate beard in the fortress of the city wall walked nearby.

The middle-aged man was stout and muscular, with two muscular arms tattooed with abstract patterns. The big man had a pair of cold brown eyes, and the flat nose was like a sarcoma hanging on his face, adding a bit of disgust. But the big man is nearly two meters tall, with a 30mm caliber machine gun hanging from his waist, and a bullet belt wrapped horizontally and vertically around his body, and the 30mm howitzer flashes in the sun.

Mikaelsson, a sixth-level genetic warrior nicknamed [Colorful Reckless], is an old-world Dane.

As the supreme commander appointed by the World Salvation Organization to Chefchaouen, Michelsson's unattractive face is more aging than his peers, and his life has been overdrawn by his perennial efforts, but at this moment, Michelsson's spirit looks good, and a pair of gray-brown eyes flashed with wisdom from time to time.

In Ram Qi's view, the diligent and conscientious Michelsson is the flaunt of a group of peers with lofty ambitions and grand goals within the organization, and the reason why the organization can develop and grow after the catastrophe of the end times is inseparable from the hard work of thousands of people like Michelson.

Chefchaouen's fortifications were designed and presided over by Michelson, who had begun to defend Chefchaouen five years earlier, thanks to his prudence and foresight, he was able to hold on to this day.

Michelsson walked up to Ram Qi, took out a cigarette case from his underwear pocket, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, sniffed it, and handed it to Ram Qi with cherishment.

Ram Qi took the cigarette, sniffed it too, and said casually: "Indian tobacco, the 28th War Zone has long fallen, and you still have inventory, it's not simple." ”

Indian tobacco leaves are low in nitrite amine and have a pleasant taste, because the latitude is closer to the equator and is relatively less affected by the ice age, so tobacco is very popular. But in the last days, most people can't even fill their stomachs, there is hunger on the road, and growing tobacco itself is a very luxurious thing, so tobacco has always been scarce, and now the whole territory of India has long fallen, and this treasured cigarette has become a swan song. So the ram Qi, who was not shocked, couldn't help but admire.

A very ugly smile appeared on Mikaelson's resolute face like a stone sculpture: "The last box, before Akeminon died in battle, he often used the organization's ocean-going ships to consign it to me. ”

Ram Qi lit a cigarette, lightly spat out the circles under his eyes, squinted at the boundless sea of zombies in the distance, and was silent.

Acminon was a close comrade-in-arms of Mikaelsson, and the two developed a strong friendship during the long battle, and later, Akeminon was transferred to the 28th Theater of Operations in South India to take charge of the defense of New Bangalore. It's a pity that because of the huge population of India and the huge population base, the number of zombies after the X virus infection is staggering, and the new Bangalore area was attacked by a swarm of zombies not long after the base was established, and Akmi Nong fought to the death and could not survive.

"The organization is dying every year, and there have been a lot of deaths in the past two years, and even a supreme powerhouse like Sebastian can't escape the fate of being eaten by zombies, what is the future of humanity." Michelsson couldn't help but lament.

"This ...... Dear Lord Michelson, can you give me a cigarette? I ......"

The ghost bats standing behind Ram Qi were staggering, and it was obvious that the temptation of cigarettes was incomparable.

Michelson glanced at the ghost bat, took out a cream lollipop from his trouser pocket and handed it to the ghost bat: "Children, don't think about smoking, lest your uncle blame me for taking the child badly, this lollipop is a treasure that I have treasured for a long time, and now it is given to you, you have to enjoy it, you know, now that the cows are dead, it is not easy to make such a delicious cream, how much melamine does it have to consume......" said this, Michelson quickly covered his mouth.

The ghost bat unwrapped the lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, wondering what kind of melamine is and can he eat it?

At this time, another round of artillery fire was fired, and the zombie tide in the distance was hit again, and a ten-meter-tall Uncle Black zombie fell to the ground under the artillery fire, killing hundreds of innocent zombies.

"After these black people of African descent were attacked by the X virus, some of them were mutated unacceptably, I heard that when the Cairo base was destroyed, there were giant zombies up to 20 meters high, and the monster was able to lift a rhinoceros tank and throw it as a boulder, which is really terrifying, but we are more fortunate that we have not seen such a tall giant zombie so far." Michelsson said.

At this time, a flying machine flew in the sky, and the orange-red flames of the liquid borosilane thruster erupted from the four wings of the aircraft, and the aircraft crossed a perfect arc, and then stopped on the makeshift landing pad of Chefchaouen.

"Why did the headquarters send the aircraft at this time?" Mikaelsson muttered as he looked at the flying machine in the sky.

The door of the aircraft opened, and a man in combat uniform walked down the elevator, and the man stood on the tarmac and shouted: "Is Mr. Ram Qi here, the headquarters is urgently calling......"

The grinding stone pit is in full swing.

"Ready! Salvo! After a loud roar, dozens of rockets flew up from the sky, dragging their gray-white flame tails and flying into the distance.

"Boom, boom......" A series of explosions were heard endlessly.

"Stand upright, take a break, check your equipment." Another order came, fifty soldiers holding poisonous cockroach bazookas immediately lifted the flat firing state, stood up and put the bazooka in their hands in front of them to check, after completing this task, the soldiers put the bazooka on their shoulders, and then raised their heads and chests for a while, waiting for the next order.

Yu Kuan wiped the sweat on his face, walked up to Wang Qiang, and said, "Brother Qiang, what do you think." ”

"No, it hurts." Wang Qiang muttered.

"What, what hurts? Where does it hurt? Duan Feng, who had been waiting by Wang Qiang's side, asked.

"I feel distressed, Malegobi, these two rounds of salvos cost me 1,500 yuan, why don't I feel distressed." Wang Qiang called.

Once upon a time, Brother Qiang was still a pure and sassy year who didn't even know what currency was, and now in order to feed a large team of people, Brother Qiang has to count big accounts with his fingers every day.

It has been more than a month since he returned to the grinding stone pit, but hundreds of soldiers of the Central Army are still stationed in the grinding stone pit without any signs of leaving, the damned Shangguan Xuanyu has not returned for a long time, and the Central Army's own ration of grain and grass has long been exhausted. Anyway, the officers of the Central Army have already recognized Wang Qiang to eat, and when General Shangguan comes back, you will not be missing a penny, Lao Tzu should eat well, and he must not be hungry.

Looking at the group of people in the Central Army who ate white food, Wang Qiang had already greeted Shangguan Xuanyu thousands of times in his heart.

The Earth Fire Mercenary Regiment in charge of the army couldn't be idle, and went out to act alone during this time, but it didn't get much, and many people died. After going out for a walk, Guan Jun came back with the Earth Fire Mercenary Regiment in disgrace.

Wang Qiang looked at Guan Jun, thinking that another group of foodies were coming, and his heart was dripping with blood. But there is no way, Wang Qiang spent all his brains on the zombie bounty, and when he returned to the grinding stone pit, he remembered that he had forgotten the part of the Earth Fire Mercenary Group, how is this good?

There was no way, Wang Qiang calculated the depreciation of part of the arms and materials to the Earth Fire Mercenary Group, and then took out part of the money and handed it to Guan Jun, so that Guan Jun appeased his subordinates and got the sweetness, Guan Jun withdrew, but the time outside was full of thorns, and Guan Jun, who had been wandering around blindly, came back.

Wang Qiang used both soft and hard tactics for a while, arranged the Earth Fire Mercenary Group on the periphery of the grinding stone pit, and sent the Guan army to take his subordinates to dig trenches and traps around the grinding stone pit every day. And Guan Jun also seized this golden opportunity and hurriedly recruited people in the grinding stone pit to complete the replenishment of battle damage.

After a month of training, Wang Qiang's team of 1,000 people has begun to have combat effectiveness, such a force is in a panic in his hands, Wang Qiang began to think about whether to find something to do for these troops under his command, after all, this is the Panshan Theater, why do you come here if you don't fight as a soldier?

Wang Qiang pondered, and called Guan Jun to his side, Guan Jun, as the head of a regiment, was in charge of the life and death of hundreds of people, and after the new defeat, the head of Guan Jun was also so anxious that he was blind, like an ant on a hot pot, and he couldn't be quiet for a moment.

"Brother Qiang, let me tell you, here, ten kilometers south of the grinding stone pit, there is an abandoned town called Gaopingba, this town has not been occupied by anyone, and now there is a group of zombies. According to my subordinates, there is a large oil storage depot in Gaopingba! Guan Jun introduced with great interest.

"Oil depots? Don't be funny! More than 20 years have passed, even if it is oil storage, there should be no it, and it is strange that the oil stored for more than 20 years is not volatile! Yu Kuan immediately refuted.

Guan Jun shook his head and said: "Since it is an oil storage depot, then the oil must be sealed, and the sealing is good enough, so the volatilization of oil will not be as serious as imagined." ”

"Well, as you say, the oil of twenty years ago can be used now?" Yu Kuan was still puzzled.

"Whether it can be used or not will have to be tried." Guan Jun argued.

Saying that, Guan Jun turned his head, looked at Wang Qiang and said, "Brother Qiang, don't miss the opportunity, do you want to fight?" ”

Wang Qiang touched his head and said: "Let's focus on military training, see how much combat effectiveness our troops have, as for the oil depot in Gaopingba, if it can be occupied, it will be used, and if it cannot be occupied, we must also take the lives of personnel as the first guarantee." ”

Brother Qiang made up his mind to attack, Guan Jun was overjoyed, and immediately said: "My troops can play the front!" Harvest can be distributed proportionally. ”

Wang Qiang shook his head and said: "I want to train my troops in this battle, you don't want to fight with me, your troops are in formation, don't worry, you are indispensable for the spoils of war." ”