This battle came and went quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, Ye Bing stood in place panting, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down his head.

Even though the number of mechanical soldiers in the mechanical corps had expanded to sixteen, its power was still slightly far from what Ye Bing had imagined. At the very least, when the warriors charge into the enemy group, and the jets are unprotected, they are still quite vulnerable.

Fortunately, the battle ended without any danger. Although there were several zombie groups during the battle that rushed through the human wall composed of martial soldiers, and almost broke into the front of the squirters to cause damage, under the command of Ye Bing and even personally resisted, they finally resisted the impact of waves of zombies, and finally cooperated with the strafing of the squirters to kill all the zombies.

Ye Bing looked up at the zombie corpses piled up on the ground, and at the same time touched the colorful tights on his body with palpitations. This time, thanks to the protection of a special tights, he was able to avoid damage from several claw blows from the zombies. If it had been changed into the ordinary tights before, it is estimated that it would have been torn to tatters and drenched in blood.

After checking his whole body and confirming that there was no injury, Ye Bing finally put his mind at ease.

He retrieved the cart and sent it to clean up the corpses, while he gathered the mechs together and checked the safety status and equipment consumption of each mech.

Except for a few deep scratches on the two warriors, the other mechs were fine. But on the other hand, the speed of equipment consumption of the mechanical legion made his heart ache for a while.

After this battle, the two pseudo-magic crystals carried by each soldier were consumed to less than one, and the number of magazines in the hands of the squirters was reduced from five to less than three. According to this consumption rate, it is estimated that cleaning up another community is the limit, and if it continues, once the equipment is consumed, there will be a big problem.

Ye Bing sighed.

It seems that we can only go one step further. Then you'll have to go back to the base to replenish your equipment.

Speaking of which, the problem of battle damage in the mechanical corps has always been a headache for Ye Bing, often fighting, and as soon as the pseudo-magic crystals and bullets are consumed, he has to hurry back to the base to replenish them, which also directly leads to the problem that the combat of the mechanized corps is "not durable".

If you want to solve this problem and become a "long-lasting" team, the premise is, of course, to prepare enough pseudo-magic crystals and magazines in advance. But the question is, how can Ye Bing have so much energy in his hands and prepare so many things at once?

Don't say anything else. As far as the battle damage just now is concerned, a total of six pseudo-magic crystals were consumed, close to fifteen magazines, which is equivalent to fifteen points of energy battle loss. If you want this team to last long enough, you have to prepare four times as much equipment, which is converted into 60 energy points, which is definitely a big number for today's base.

He thought about it, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. It's decided!

"Mom. Yes, when Lao Tzu goes back this time, he will replace all the corpses of these more than 500 zombies with bullets and pseudo-magic crystals, and then sweep the entire street in one go. Save yourself from running back and forth over and over again, and this precious time will be delayed on the road! ”

However, just as he was about to wait for the recovery vehicle to complete the final cleanup task and leave with the mech corps, a signal suddenly came from the reconnaissance robot in his head.

He frowned. scolded in a low voice:

"What, there are still people who take the initiative to find death?"

He removed the rifle from his shoulder and dropped the safety bolt. Strode towards the end of the alley.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, he happened to bump into a man with glasses.

When the two collided, Ye Bing didn't react, but the man screamed in horror as if he had been electrocuted, took five or six steps back, and finally sat on the ground!

Seeing him like this, Ye Bing was also helpless in his heart.

He had seen the cowardly, but it was definitely rare to see someone like the timid man in front of him.

Due to the sharp retreat, the man's glasses were thrown out by himself. He is severely short-sighted, he can't see people clearly without glasses, he can't tell his appearance from one meter away, and he can't tell people and dogs from ten meters away. So despite the fear, the man still picked up his glasses in a panic first, and did not rush to escape.

While the man was looking for glasses, Ye Bing also observed his dress up and down. Except for the dirty hair typical of survivors of the end times, the men's clothes are not elegant, and the whole body is gray-green, which is not eye-catching at all. Coupled with his bookish temperament, Ye Bing had already judged that he was eighty percent of the civil servants in the nearby school.

Sure enough, when the man fell to find his glasses, eight or nine half-college students ran out from the back wall, all of whom were fourteen or fifteen years old, the age of high school.

As they ran, they hurriedly shouted:

"Teacher Chen!"

"Teacher Chen, are you alright?"

However, before they could get closer, the man named Teacher Chen looked behind him and shouted:

"Stop! Don't come! ”

The students were stunned and stood in place, not knowing whether to approach or retreat.

The man finally found his glasses, slowly stood up from the ground, and did not forget to turn his head and teach the students:

"What are you doing, I didn't say it, there is only one person on the other side, there are so many of us, appearing together will make the other party afraid, which will affect the conversation, why don't you listen to me!"

Hearing this, Ye Bing pursed his lips with black lines on his head, and said in his heart, who are we afraid of?

However, it seems that this teacher Chen is still quite authoritative in front of a group of students. As soon as he spoke, the other students did not dare to speak back, and could only look at him silently with a pitiful gaze.

Teacher Chen shook his head and smiled helplessly: "Alas, you guys! ”

Looking at this scene, Ye Bing only felt an indescribable boredom in his heart.

He really wanted to complain about whether the teacher had gone to the wrong set.

The background in front of you is obviously a biochemical film, what kind of youth inspirational film do you play here for me?

To paraphrase an online game advertising phrase that brainwashed Ye Bing a few years ago-

My time is very valuable, and I went online just to kill zombies.

You always want to make youth inspirational films, it's best to hide away!

Thinking of this, he raised his rifle without saying a word, and coldly spat out a sentence:

"Get out of here."

Seeing this, several students shouted at the same time:

"Ahh Be careful, teacher! ”

"Get out of the way!"

The Sven man turned around, just saw the black muzzle in front of him, and his first reaction was to run away!

But perhaps it was the eyes of the students behind him who gave him courage, or the fact that he had to remain calm in order to preserve the image of the teacher, he uncharacteristically did not scream, but stood in place without wavering, trembling and stretched out a hand and said:

"You, hello, please don't get me wrong, my name is Chen Jinghua, I am a Chinese teacher in a nearby middle school, we have no malicious intentions!" (To be continued.) )