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Before the escapees could scream, the whole person suddenly split into several pieces and flew into the air together, and the corpses were still separating in the air, and finally turned into a piece of flesh and bones, chaotic pieces of flesh and blood, raining down on the crowd on the blocking front.

The bloody stumps of flesh fell on the team members and the militia, the team members had strange faces, endured the vomiting **, continued to shoot and change the magazine, the militia completely extinguished the idea of escaping, and knelt down in despair at the D-type zombies who could already smell the stench in their mouths.

This time, the blocking front was also arranged in advance, and the team members and militia all relied on a one-meter-high breastop wall to shoot, and the breastwork was a little strange, with a little forward arc.

"Pounce pounce・・・・・・・・・・・" The zombie rushed to the front of the formation, and before he could wave his claws, he grabbed the trembling crowd behind the chest wall, and the dust in the sky rose up, flooding the entire battle line, and in the gray fog behind him, an unusually loud command shouted.

"Push !!"

The team members standing behind the breastwork crouched down together, breathing in the dusty air, and let out a loud cry together, pressing their shoulders against the earthen wall with all their might.

"Boom ・・・・・"

In the gray fog, the entire breastwork was pushed up, and the gray fog of the blocking position turned into a sea of dust, and the sea of dust that rose into the sky like thick smoke rushed up several meters high and slowly spread out to both sides.

"Spread out・・・・・・ spread out..."

Eager to bury their heads in the ground, the militiamen, pouting and trembling with their buttocks, were stunned at first when they heard the order from their respective captains, and then they finally remembered that scattering was retreating, and they got up one after another and rushed towards the convoy that loomed in the dust.

The crowd had just rushed through the sea of dust, and before they could breathe a breath of fresh air, the heavy machine guns of the "Tata Towers" directly in front of them opened fire again.

Large-caliber machine-gun bullets blasted holes the size of sea bowls on the ground in front of them, and flying dirt and crumbling stones shot at the militiamen's faces, and they hesitated to continue their retreat.

"Queue up・・・・・・・

Hundreds of gray men with swords and shields, facing the town with gray faces, behind them, the same gray faces, only clear eyes, unrecognizable team members standing neatly with metal chains.

The "Squeak ・・・・・・・" paratrooper tank, which had never moved, slowly drove up and had just stopped beside the militia, and the body adjusted its direction with the rotation of the tracks.

"Sudden ・・・・・・・・・・" two long tongues of fire erupted from the body of the chariot, and one flash point after another tore through the dust mist and drilled into the depths of the sea of dust, the militia did not know the movement of the corpses in the depths of the sea of dust, they gasped violently, ready for the ensuing battle.

The D-type zombies that pounced on them before have not moved yet, and the militia also vaguely guessed in their hearts that those things were all wiped out in the trap, which was a happy event, but they couldn't be happy, because they lost the breastwall, and without the breastwall, they felt that they were about to meet the battle.

The two heavy machine guns of the paratrooper tank seemed to fire only to cheer up the militiamen, and after a minute of ringing, they stopped firing, then the tracks turned and turned the body to the rear.

Seeing the paratrooper chariot leaving deftly with thick armor on its back, the militia and the regular team members scolded Huangquan for slamming the door together.

After the paratrooper chariot left, the figure of a zombie faintly appeared in the sea of dust on the opposite side, this time the zombie was not a D-type zombie, nor an ordinary zombie, it was close to fifty zombies.

These types of zombies are short in stature and extremely fast, and the speed of their charge is much faster than that of D-type zombies, and the distance of dozens of meters is instantaneous.

"Woo woo・・・・・・・・"

The members of the militia behind them held the metal chain in their hands above their heads and turned in a circle, and the whining metal chain drew a circle, and the chain was connected to a steel ball the size of a ping-pong ball, and the bright metal ball reflected the light and dazzled the eyes of the militia.

The team members danced metal chains and stepped forward, and when they reached the militia, they shouted neatly, and dozens of long chains with metal balls at both ends flew in circles towards the ushered zombies.

Dozens of chain rings completely blocked the space where the zombies pounced, and the zombies were trapped and fell to the ground, and the fallen zombies tripped over the zombies that rushed behind them, and threw out the tripping horse in their right hand, and the team members shook off a tripping horse held on their left hand and replaced it with their right hand, and threw it out after turning it slightly.

In the eyes of the militiamen, the menacing zombies were all wiped out, and the team members threw away the metal chains in their hands, so they took off the rifles on their backs in a good time, pulled the bolt and walked in the zombie crowd, and solved them all one by one.

"Ready・・・・・・ ready ・・・・・・・"

The respective militia captains shouted loudly, the dust gradually dispersed, and in the sea of dust, one by one the zombies shook their arms and staggered in the eyes of everyone.

・・・・・・・The militiaman raised his hand, and the steel shield on his left arm was neatly fastened to his chest.

"Brush ・・・・・" hundreds of steel long knives are held diagonally, the swords are pointed to the sky, and the back of the knife is lightly resting on the right shoulder.

The official members of the "Stomp ・・・・・・" put down their guns, ran over neatly with swords and shields, and took the initiative to stand in front of the militia, facing the gradually increasing zombies as dense as the sea tide, they were the first wave wall.

The zombies who threw themselves out of the sea of dust looked the same as humans, all of them were dusty, if it weren't for the weapons in the hands of humans, and the zombies had empty hands, they really wouldn't be able to recognize who was a zombie and who was a human.

The first-line zombies are gradually approaching, in the face of the oncoming zombies, the militia has no previous nervousness and fear, those dragged 250,000 formal team members stood in front of them, holding the same sword and shield as them, the team members did not tremble like them, nervous even the knife handle out of the water, to the performance of others, the militia did not want to be light, they all agitated blood, ready to fight.

"Whew!! Ha!!! ”

A detachment leader raised his knife and roared.

Dozens of long knives were raised together, and dozens of people shouted together.

Hundreds of long knives were held high like a forest, and the dragon's chant pierced the sky.

The detachment leader's long knife was raised diagonally, and the blade was pointed at the dense group of corpses, and a thunderbolt burst out from his chest:

"Kill ・・・・・・・・・・・"

Descending from the sky, the dust on the ground was slow, like a sea of mist, and hundreds of zombies swooped out of the dust, and the ants rushed forward like a tide, as if they were going to sweep everything.

In front of the ant tide is more than 100 human beings who hold long knives and roar, their number is only one-tenth of the corpse group, like a towering reef, suddenly the reef moves, they take the initiative to meet the zombies, the official team members rush in front, the militia follow behind, no one retreats, no one drags, everyone shouts loudly, the footsteps are fast, running, the knife flashes, flashing out of the moment.