Miao Zhang spat out a mouthful of sand spit, and looked around suspiciously, perhaps the so-called beast soul in his body gave Miao Zhang a beast-like intuition. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Miao Zhang always felt that something would happen, like a small hand scratching his chest, but he couldn't grasp it.

Maybe I'm a little sensitive.

With a self-deprecating smile, Miao Zhang secretly glanced at the little female soldier lying next to him.

The fur covered the proud body, but this seductive curve still made Miao Zhang's saliva flow.

I don't know what to wear under the fur? Nima, I can't think about it anymore, I want people's lives.

Swallowing his saliva, Miao Zhang suddenly realized that the female soldier's fur looked so familiar.

The ghost made the god reach out and touch it, this feeling, hey, isn't this his original animal skin?

This Nizi didn't know how to use to make a gorgeous set of women's fur!

Tsk, look at the messy animal skins on your body, how cold you look.

Well, it feels good!

Wait, how did your own hand run to the female soldier's ass!

Syllable!

The female soldier glanced at Miao Zhang sideways and knocked off Miao Zhang's big hand.

Not angry, not angry!

Is there a door? I'm rubbing, Lao Tzu, is this the rhythm of wanting to hold the beauty!

"Be honest with me, there's a situation!"

Miao Zhang looked up suddenly.

In the distance, several small black dots lined up in a row, rapidly approaching.

Miao Zhang, who was far sharper than ordinary people's eyes, could vaguely see that those small black dots were a few helicopters.

It seems that under the helicopter, there is something that looks like a container.

Helicopters, containers, Miao Zhang seems to have thought of something.

"Thigh, you say, is the number of people on this mission too much?"

"What do you mean?"

"Remember during the last mission, the Terminator found out about our ambush? This system seems to have tricked us again. Walk! ”

Miao Zhang and his entourage took advantage of the fact that the helicopter had not yet arrived, left the designated place far away, found a place with a good line of sight, and waited quietly.

Taking the telescope handed by the female soldier, Miao Zhang looked into the distance.

The helicopter didn't seem to have any intention of approaching, dropped a few containers far away, and turned around and flew away without even landing.

A few containers, right in the middle of a highway that seems to have been abandoned for a long time.

That's where the system clearly states that survival teams must go.

There are also smart people among the chosen ones, and what is in the container can be roughly guessed.

The container was thrown on the road, and if the survival team wanted to pass by, they had to stop and check, and the results of the inspection would go without saying.

With just a few guns, this survival team will not have any bones left to be gnawed!

And the survival team is almost the only clue to the next benefit.

"Awesome! Whether intentionally or not, now we have to bite the bullet. Let's see, who of this group of chosen ones can't hold their breath now! ”

There was a silence among the chosen ones who were hiding everywhere, just when Miao Zhang and the others were a little upset.

Almost at the same time, the chosen ones who remained nearby led their respective clones and slowly surrounded them.

The Chosen One, joined forces.

Wait, Miao Zhang turned his head to look at the female soldier with a strange face: "Have they contacted us?" ”

The female soldier shook her head.

Didn't send someone to contact? Didn't send a radio? The guys from the last mission together didn't contact us either?

The female soldier shook her head.

"Nima, these bastards, they kicked us out directly!"

Miao Zhang looked at the wildflowers who were playing with the sand boringly, now they don't take themselves to play.

Adding to his lips, Miao Zhang's eyes narrowed dangerously.

In this case, these people can be regarded as enemies.

Like, it's fun.

……

The number of the chosen ones left behind, plus their respective teams, should be less than a thousand.

Scattered in the vast desert sand sea, it seems to be very inconspicuous, but when these people gather together, it becomes a large black oppression.

The group split into three parties and slowly approached several containers.

At the moment when the encirclement was almost formed.

Without warning, several containers were opened at the same time.

The breeze blew, clumps of hay rolled up, and suddenly there were many chaotic breathing sounds in the desolate and dead desert.

A low hiss mingled with it, and a depressing breath suddenly surrounded everyone's hearts.

A gunshot rang out, as if signaling a battle.

A large team of nearly 1,000 people around them, gunshots of different lengths fired in unison, and began to shoot wildly.

A shuttle of bullets was quickly finished, and there was still nothing imaginary in the container rushing out. Several voices rang out in the crowd.

The gunfire began to thin out.

Soon, a small team of clones was sent out and quickly approached the container.

Several clones approached the container with blank faces, and without saying a word, turned on the tactical lights and rushed into the nearest container.

As if the door of the demon had been opened, a chaotic roar sounded from the container, a small burst of gunfire was heard, and then a group of zombies with faces like soaked steamed buns, with only black eyes left in their eyes.

With an agility that surpasses ordinary people, he frantically rushed out of the container.

"Fire!"

The literacy of professional soldiers is not vegetarian, and clones don't know what fear is.

The zombies in the first container seemed to have just warmed up the group.

The zombie closest to the formation only ran a distance of two hundred meters.

The feeling of relief made the chosen ones relax a lot.

But at this moment, there were dense gunshots in the remaining containers!

A group of zombies walked neatly, dressed in brown military uniforms, with puffy and deformed pale heads and frightening black eyes.

Holding a firearm, he stepped out of the container in a pre-World War I infantry musketeer attack formation.

This group of zombies who can use firearms gradually begins to accelerate.

In the remaining containers, nearly 500 zombie soldiers began a fearless charge towards the position of the chosen one.

The sound of gunfire once again filled the desert.

With a body that is more practical than body armor, the zombies are under the rain of bullets, charging frantically, and the semi-automatic rifles in their hands never stop for a moment.

The furious momentum actually suppressed the team of the chosen ones who had an absolute advantage in numbers.

Soldiers on both sides continued to fall, and the zombies were less than 100 meters away from the chosen one's position.

Grenades, machine guns, and the few mortars and howitzers that were there began to fire.

The chosen ones finally regained their decline.

Under the resistance of heavy weapons, the zombies fell to the ground one after another, and the zombies who didn't know how to dodge became the best target.

The last zombie was blown out of the head, but the chosen one was also consumed with nearly five layers of strength.

At this time, there are only 3 minutes left before the survival team's playing time.

A furious roar came from the only remaining container, and the container shook wildly, as if something was breaking free.

Tong!

A huge fist smashed through the container, and a huge, almost five-meter monster directly tore open the outer wall of the container, raised its arms high, and roared in the sky......