The "war platform" is called a war platform because it is like a small mobile fortress: it can carry a large number of people and supplies, it is a super tank during the battle, it can replenish fuel and ammunition for other tanks in the battle intervals, and even provide a wheelhouse, a small cabin and a small room under the tank for the soldiers to rest after the battle!

After a day and a night of panicking, the chariot has finally become a war machine once again - guarded by four female motorcycles, it will embark on a furious path to fight the entire Undead Alliance!

And the old Joe, who did not die, had already eliminated the first small group of only a dozen people and several families on the way home on the way home, and was cleaning up the spoils at their station...... A sentry boy spotted the chariot.

"A war platform, a war platform!" The war boy pointed to the big truck in the distance and shouted.

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became tense, and another war boy took out a rudimentary telescope from the car and began to look at the black spot in the distance: "That's right, it's them. ”

"What are they coming back for?" The big-bellied cannibal head of Gasoline stood up and walked over to the binoculars, touching his nipple ring and saying.

Old Qiao's stupid son asked innocently: "Maybe it's to come back and surrender?" ”

Immortal Old Joe put down the things in his hand, stared at the chariot in the distance for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong: "No, they are walking towards the canyon, they are going back to the fortress, where no one is defending now!" ”

As the undead old Joe roared and opened the door to enter his car, the entire convoy of the Undead Alliance moved, and the war boys quickly packed up their things and started the vehicle, and the entire combat camp was transformed in a few minutes, and the engine roared towards the reincarnations.

Flares exploded in the sky, chariots poured in from all directions, and the dust kicked up made the convoy look like thousands of horses.

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"Why do we always have to deal with a whole bunch of enemies?" Looking at the huge convoy in the distance, Wen Yu complained a little depressedly.

"Rejoice, fight more with less, at least prove that we are stronger than the enemy." Zhang Haolin smiled and didn't say the next sentence in his heart: When the reincarnators need to fight more and less, the enemy must be a monster that ordinary people can't imagine.

"Let's move, there's going to be a baby giver for each combat position." Chen Tao said.

Although they didn't want to fight the enemy like a gangster, the reincarnators knew that without the fertility as a shield, the enemy's fire could take them out in a matter of seconds.

"Max, you can take someone to the back cabin, and Zhai Jun will also get on the roof of the car." Zhang Haolin said: "Later, if someone gets on the roof of the car, you will need to fight hand-to-hand to deal with them." ”

"Hmph, who's afraid of whom." The junior werewolf climbed up through the skylight.

"Liang Xiao, give you a gun, and you can kill a few for me."

"Why is this gun, even if you can't use this kind of gun, you can give Sister Wenyu this kind of anyway, right?" The male newcomer suddenly screamed, and it turned out that Zhang Haolin actually gave him an old-fashioned shotgun provided by a female warrior......

"Make do with it, it's nice to have a gun!"

Like the protagonists, the reincarnators suffer from a lack of ammunition - not because they are not well prepared, nor because the bullets are too expensive to afford, but because they are very real and embarrassing: they can't take them.

More than a hundred kilograms of drinks and food were brought, as well as tents and sleeping bags, medical supplies, some gadgets...... Finally, there are weapons and ammunition. Even if everyone's guns were carried by themselves, the coolie junior werewolf still carried more than 300 kilograms of things!

Zhang Haolin brought a thousand rounds of ammunition, he thought that this number was enough, but it was obviously a mistake in the estimation of the rate of fire of the gun and his ability to shoot in motion, and now he only had 400 rounds of ammunition left.

Kaibo squeezed into the front seat, using his body to "protect" Ferrosa in the driver's seat and Chen Tao in the co-pilot, while Zhang Haolin, Wen Yu, Cui Hongyan and the male newcomer squeezed into the back seat with Qiduo and Anhalad.

As long as there are birthborns staying with them, no war boy will dare to shoot at them!

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"They are approaching, ready to fight!"

A high-speed pursuit vehicle that had followed the large force had already caught up, and a catapult rocket blew over the motorcycle of a Clan warrior, but then the boy in the car was shot and killed by other Clan marksmen.

"Let's speed up!"

"No!" Zhang Haolin stopped Fei Luosha: "Drive at the highest speed that can last a long way!" ”

More vehicles caught up and began to exchange fire with the women on motorcycles around the car, and there were birthers in every place on the cab and tank of the war platform, and they did not dare to attack at will, but they did not need to be polite to the women on motorcycles!

In the blink of an eye, the three hundred reward points were killed by the war boys, and although the reincarnators were very distressed, there was no way - there was really no empty space for them on the war platform.

The body shook a few times, and the speed seemed to start slowing down.

"They shot the canister with a harpoon with a chain, and then lowered the claw plow to stop you!" A Clanswoman warrior rushed to the edge of the cab, shouting to alert the people inside.

"I'll go up to the roof of the car and cut those hooks." Zhang Haolin lifted the bolt cutter and climbed out of the skylight, he had a bulletproof pendant, and he was bold: "You are responsible for not letting the car copy to the front, and the car behind will be handed over to the people on the tank to deal with!" ”

As soon as he leaned out and climbed to the roof of the car, he was subjected to the random shooting of the war boys in the rear, and the energy of the bulletproof pendant dropped by more than a dozen points, and the battle in this world was simply too wild and unrestrained compared to the zombie world, if it weren't for this pendant, he didn't know how many times he died.

Carrying tools and jumping from the front of the car to the canister in the back, he got into the first small cabin, Zhai Jun's bullets were almost used, and he was slowly firing: "Go and kill the car that is dragging us back!" ”

"I'm going!"

"What are you doing with pliers, do you have to climb down and cut the chains, see if they don't beat you into a honeycomb! Use this. The junior werewolf pulled out the RPG and rockets from his bag: "Blow up all the carts with chain harpoons, as long as they can't stop us and don't dare to shoot at us, they're going to lose!" ”

Zhang Haolin nodded, threw down the pliers, assembled a few rockets, inserted them in his trouser belt, and walked towards the small cabin at the back of the car.

The three cars in the back were firmly attached to the tanker with hooked harpoons and iron chains, and they couldn't dodge when they were targeted by the RPG, so they could only watch themselves be blown up by rockets, "Boom! With a sound, only a piece of chain remained, dragging on the jar in front of it.

The reappearance of the big killer made the three warlords startled, and they involuntarily slowed down and hid behind the convoy......

"Kill the guy with the big guy!" The head of the bullet farm, the "Gun King", shouted to his soldiers.

"Watch out for my wives!"

"your wife......"

Zhang Haolin hid in the small cabin, squatted next to the silver-haired girl Dag, and watched the reward point rise by a few points. There are still two rockets left, which are what Chen Tao replaced, but half of them were used by himself...... But there were still twenty or thirty cars in hot pursuit, and the last two shots must hit an important target.

Immortal Old Joe's car had already taken refuge behind the car with the loud stereo, and so did the owner of the bullet farm, only the owner of Gasoline Town, the cannibal, because the car was too big, there was nowhere to hide.

That's it, Zhang Haolin stuffed the penultimate rocket into the launch canister and aimed at the cart. The weakness perception was activated, and the two large oil cans dragged behind the cart suddenly lit up like two large light bulbs!

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