The warrior was saddened, and this damn zombie bit down, and he was almost already sentenced to death, unless his leg was amputated. When the battle was in full swing, how could there be a chance to amputate the leg, the warrior howled, was furious, immediately threw away his shield, raised his long knife and broke away from the formation and rushed into the zombie group.

"Xiaoge, you are dead, come back quickly." The commander of the detachment commanding the operation was sweating profusely and immediately shouted.

"Captain, I was bitten by a zombie and can't live, remember to avenge me!" Xiao Ge replied loudly, and before he finished speaking, he had already rushed under the Yongdao crossing, slashing at the steady stream of falling zombies.

Once a person gives up his desire for life and decides to resist with death, he will become a monster even more terrible than a zombie.

Among the zombies, the warrior Xiao Ge's long knife danced like a mad tiger, and he slashed wildly, ignoring the increasing scars on his body. These zombies didn't care if their bodies were heavily damaged, they just bit their mouths at the warriors.

The warrior Xiaoge bloomed with great brilliance under the corridor, and those zombies looked so humble in the brilliance.

However, the biggest difference between humans and zombies is their physique, people will be exhausted, but zombies will not. Gradually, the mad bull rampage, the movements of the invincible Xiaoge warriors gradually slowed down, and the chopping knife gradually lost its original power.

Xiao Ge Chongchong finally couldn't rush anymore, surrounded by a group of zombies, and dozens of hands grabbed and pulled on his body. Because of the protection of the protective gear, the warrior's body was still intact, but the steel helmet on his head was gone, and a zombie gnawed on his head, and the blood flowed.

The warrior's ears were gone, leaving bloodstained cheeks, and two zombies were biting on his face, their dirty mouths biting together, gnawing the warrior's head to tatters, and the white bones of the forest were faintly visible in the bloodstains.

The zombies that gnaw on the lower half of the body ushered in spring, and the thighs and calves were full of zombies biting up and down, and they were so cool. The warrior's pants had been torn, and the flesh on his thighs had been torn and bitten by the zombies, and it was divided into pieces of flesh with blood, and the zombies were scrambling to feed them into their own bloody mouths.

Every zombie seems to have an unfilled stomach, and they even fight their kind in order to compete for fresh flesh and blood, and they don't care about biting their kind of people who grab food. In this feast of blood food, at least three weak zombies were brutally dismembered. Rao is like this, the head of the zombie who was dismembered is still chewing on the snatched meat, and his face is full of enjoyment, completely ignoring his mutilated body.

Because this warrior fought to the death, the zombies at Yongdaokou fell into an unprecedented chaos of prey, which also gave convenience to the big knife team of the periphery to clean up.

The broadsword team seized this opportunity and made concerted efforts to close the battlefield, pushing the battle line, which had already begun to spread, to a radius of 100 meters below the Yongdao crossing.

Among the zombie groups, the zombies who enjoyed meat in the center lowered their heads and gnawed on the corpses of the warriors. More and more zombies also joined the ranks of the food, and gradually a hill of zombies was piled up on the ground. The zombies who were the first to get food were crushed to the bottom by the steady stream of companions who came to get a piece of the pie, and they probably didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The zombies stacked up the arhats, and the dumplings were still falling at the Yongdaokou, and every minute there were several to dozens of zombies falling into the lower city, and the hill of zombies was increasing in size every minute.

The soldiers of the Broadsword team have cut zombies until their hands are numb and their feet are cramping, and this is still the end of the fuck!

When the mountain of zombies stacked by the Arhats was more than several meters high, the ambition of the warriors armed with large swords turned into resentment in front of this indescribable mountain of corpses.

Do you want to play like this.,Endless quests.,Infinite streams.,This is.。 Finally, the fighters of the Broadsword Team finally realized that cutting zombies would also cause behavioral fatigue.

Doing the same job for a long time will always cause boredom, especially cutting these stinky zombies against a mountain of corpses.

Once the fatigue period appears, mistakes will be made and all kinds of mistakes will be made.

A warrior who had already slashed his eyes actually slashed at his companion, and this knife deeply understood the essence of beheading, and half of his companion's head flew out of the helmet.

This is just a mistake, which can be regarded as a small probability event and is not counted, and more soldiers gradually fell into the sea of zombies and could not extricate themselves. Often a broadsword warrior is faced with dozens of zombie claws with filthy nails to dig through your nostrils and touch your face until they bleed you.

It's not that the zombies sang "The Big Sedan Chair" and hugged the soldiers of the big knife team in unison, and the soldiers were carried to Luohan Mountain to eat in the rhythm of hugging and hugging.

What's more, dozens of zombies came in hugs each other, treating a certain soldier as a little friend of their own family, and got them to the corpse mountain to stack Arhats wholeheartedly. This tragic warrior knife didn't have time to be raised, and was crushed to death by the zombies among the corpses, and it was inevitable that it would be eaten up and licked up in a tragic end.

The broadsword team is gradually showing signs of collapse, and the warriors who have lost their strength are bare-ass yellow flower girls in front of the zombies, completely undefended, undefended. These fathers of the big knife team never thought that they would die like this one day, in the shampoo kiss goodbye of the corpse tide.

Finally, on the verge of the collapse of the broadsword team, Hu Kaiqing sounded the horn of retreat, and the masters of the broadsword team didn't even have the strength to run, so they had to use the strength to crawl back.

"Get out of the way!" At this time, a loud roar sounded behind the Broadsword team.

I saw Lin Er fully armed, carrying a strangely shaped tubular object and running to the front of the formation, followed by two followers pushing a few bottles of steel cans far behind.

Lin Er roared, and the tube in his hand spewed out a fire dragon, which turned out to be a flamethrower!

This is a high-temperature flamethrower made by Lao Zhao, and it is also an improved version of the flamethrower, with a high temperature of up to 2,000 degrees Celsius, with the addition of an accelerant and an aluminum powder mixture, it is not ordinary to burn.

Fifteen seconds after a spray point, Lin Eryi stopped the spray device in his hand, and saw that the stacked zombie mountain was already blazing at the moment, burning to a mess.

The killing range of this high-temperature flamethrower was extremely large, and the zombies that were burned by the flames danced and turned into ashes, and the Luohan Mountain, which the zombies had worked so hard to stack, soon began to collapse.

The people who participated in the battle in the lower city breathed a long sigh, it seems that the big killing weapon still has an effect. But the poor human only took a breath and his jaw dropped.

Yongdaokou is like a sewer pipe, and when the zombie invasion is about to get better, there are many zombies rolling down crackling, and there are too many!

These ragged and hateful-looking monsters rolled down the zombie mountain one after another, gradually piling up the height again, extinguishing the flames, and more zombies couldn't fall on the corpse mountain, just roll down to the ground and get up to start chasing people.

As soon as Lin Er saw it, his eyes were about to fall to the ground, and he hurriedly grabbed the flamethrower and sprayed again.

The fire dragon pointed directly at the corpse mountain, and suddenly the fire was blazing, and those freshly landed zombies were all burned crispy, and they collapsed in one step and three shakes.

Everyone breathed another sigh of relief, and rejoiced that the mountain of corpses was burned down again. But more and more zombies jumped down from the top of the road, and Luohan Mountain was piled up again.

The people behind the battle line were so careful that they almost jumped out of their chests, and this is not over.

Lin Er looked like a mad demon, holding a flamethrower to burn and burn, and the zombies burned out wave after wave, and so on, endlessly.

The fire triggered the fire prevention system in Xiacheng, and the electronic water sprinkler kept spewing water, Lin Er was sweating all over his body, and he was holding a warm baby in his arms, and his nose was full of the smell of roasted rotten meat mixed with the smell of corpses, which made this iron man feel like he was suffering in a stewed pot.

The zombies jumped, Lin Er burned, and the two sides stalemate for a while. The people who watched the excitement on the battlefield no longer felt shock and joy, but were a little numb.

"Wow, it's burning again." Said one of the fighters.

"Oh, another zombie has jumped down." Another fighter said.

"How many times has this been?"

"Why do you have to say it again?"

"Hate ......"

Hu Kaiqing stood on the front line to supervise the battle, looking at the stalemate situation, he said to Wu Long beside him: "Wait a minute, Lin Er's pen is almost gone, your people are in charge of the top, you can mobilize." ”

Wu Long nodded when he heard this, turned around and went to give the battle order.

Sure enough, this stalemate was short-lived, and soon the flamethrower fuel in Lin Jun's second hand ran out.

Looking at the spray gun head that could not spew fire in his hand, Lin Er was depressed for a while.

"Grandma is a bear, what kind of high-tech, just untidy." Throwing down the flamethrower in his hand, Lin Er, who was drenched in sweat, walked back to the position.

The consumption of this flamethrower is extremely fast, and the reserve of the lower city is very small, which belongs to the old era of leftover materials, and it is used a little less. The two soldiers behind Lin Er were tinkering with the gas cylinder, even if the switch was turned on to the maximum, the air pressure pointer on the cylinder still did not improve, and it seemed that it was completely exhausted.

Without the suppression of practical firepower such as the Flamethrower, the number of zombies rolling in the corridor increased again.

At this time, the battlefield was already miserable, at first the big knife team chopped a large group of zombies to pieces, then Lin Eryi set it on fire, and then the fire prevention system sprayed a ground with water, and the center of the battlefield became a big black and dark mass. Half-cooked corpse meat, crispy white bones, thick corpse oil, and gray and black ashes were all over the floor.

The zombies who jumped in again from the corridor seemed to be rolling in the swamp and mud, and the zombies participating in the mud Olympics came with all kinds of foul-smelling corpse oil and plaster.