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At 1:30 p.m., the convoy arrived at their destination.

This is a small market town, the road of the convoy runs through the center of the market town, the road is lined with this kind of restaurant shops, off the side of the road, are all kinds of small buildings or old-fashioned, here is less than a bungalow, the economy here is much more developed than in the mountains.

The reservoir construction site is at the other end of the market town, as far as the eye can see, the dilapidated market town is full of zombies, and it is also a coincidence, the location of the warehouse is close to the end of the convoy, there is no need to alarm the zombies in the town at all, as long as the zombies around the warehouse are solved.

The convoy slowly stopped near the warehouse, the body had just stopped, and the militiamen sitting in the car were driven out of the car by their respective captains, and the militia was only less than 100 meters away from the warehouse, and the distance of 100 meters could make the militiamen clearly see the zombies wandering around.

Dead zombies and living zombies are two concepts, the zombies who were sitting on the side of the road in the carriage before, their hearts beat drums, and when they thought that they might have to take swords and shields to fight with zombies, the heart hidden in the chest was no longer a drum, but always wanted to jump out of the throat.

Compared with the soft hands and feet of the militiamen, the militia captain, who is a regular member, is slack, holding a rifle and glancing at the zombies in the distance with contempt, and turning his head to stare at the militia behind him with a fierce look.

To the captain's fierce eyes, the militiamen bowed their heads together.

"Raise your head, puff up your chest, raise your shield, and there is only one goal, the zombies in front of you will die, or you will be eaten. I'm right behind you, and as long as it's facing me, I'll be killed. ”

Anyway, the captain raised the gun in his left hand, pulled the bolt with his right hand, and looked at each of his subordinates, the captain did not take the lead, this is for a reason, the front is the training ground, the brave live, the weak die, this is the purpose of bringing the militia out, the convoy does not have time to teach them slowly, so that they can become elite in death, it is a direct and fast way.

"Report, captain, I'm injured, isn't it ・・・・・・・・・?"

The unlucky militiaman who was frightened by the zombie head and was thrown out of the carriage and fell unconscious stopped talking, and on his forehead with a blue nose and swollen face, the barrel of the gun that had been cold was against a large piece of his flesh, and the barrel was cold, hitting his head, making him feel hot all over, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead.

Looking at the captain's eyes full of murderous intent, he begged for mercy again and again, but the begging for mercy did not move the captain, only to see the militia captain pull out the military thorn from his waist and stab him in the neck with his hand.

"I'll go, I'll ・・・・・"

When the cry for mercy turned into a compliment, the spur stopped on his neck, the sharp thorn had just picked at his flesh, and a little vermilion slowly meandered down the cut wound of the thorn.

"You don't need to go, I'll teach you a trick, zombies are particularly sensitive to blood, I think, zombies within thousands of meters will be attracted to come, what you have to face, is no longer less than a hundred zombies in front, but thousands of zombies within a kilometer, good luck, by the way, the machine gun in the back is aiming at you, don't blame me, blame this idiot."

After speaking, the militia captain kicked the guy who was pierced in the neck into the militia team, turned around and returned to the convoy with the other captains, leaving only more than 100 militiamen, speechless, only a thousand tears.

The militia team was stuck between the lost group and the convoy, they looked at the machine guns pointed at them on the off-road vehicles, and looked back at the zombies that kept pouring out of the town, and the zombies that were wandering in the warehouse were walking faster than before, and Zhang Zhi's sharp teeth pounced on them.

"Lao Tzu killed you・・・・・・・・・・"

A militiaman from another team rushed up and kicked the unlucky guy in the chin, and the guy screamed, spit out a few big teeth, and fell to the ground, and the militiaman was still angry, and swung his knife at the guy on the ground, and he was about to split the guy in half.

"When..." There was a loud bang, and the steel knife was blocked by the steel shield, and the knife wielder and the shield wielder retreated at the same time.

"You,, don't see those things coming, it's important to save your life first, talk about his later, as long as he's alive, then liquidate."

The militia who wanted to kill was silent, tore open his shirt, threw his shirt on the ground, picked up the shield and howled loudly, and the shield bearer did not show weakness, howling with him, the two people brought the atmosphere of the scene to life, and hundreds of people let out an earth-shattering roar together.

The sound of their howls was still hovering in the air, and the two zombies rushed closer.

"Rush..."

The shield bearer roared, rushed out first, and the shirtless knife bearer was not willing to be left behind, and then rushed out together, "dangdang" twice, the rushing zombies were hit one after another, and the militia behind was also charging, rushing up together The two people in front of them squeezed away, and slashed down like a rain of knives.

"Here we go again, ready to ・・・・・・・・"

The shield bearer shouted loudly, and the militia behind them dispersed to face the rushing zombies, and the lost corpses on the ground had become meat sauce and bones.

"Brother ・・・・・, yes, it's okay, show a font size・・・・・"

The knife wielder shouted as he stared at the approaching zombie.

"My name is Chi Yong, don't forget to erect a monument for me・・・・・・"

Chi Yong, who held the shield, also burst out with pride, made a will before fighting, and thought about it and made a heart to die.

"What a man, Lao Tzu's name is Liu Biao, remember, you can do it when Lao Tzu dies・・・・・"

After the knife bearer Liu Biao was unwilling, the bloody man was not Zhichi Yong alone.

"Here ・・・・・・" "Rushing ・・・・・・・"

Chi Yong and Liu Biao shouted at the same time and rushed forward together.

The zombies are coming over one after another, there are no thousands of them as the militia captain said, and there are more than 300 of them, the area of more than 1,000 square meters is really not large, and the zombies in the town were not lured out with the loud explosion at the beginning, naturally, there are not many people who rushed out of the town.

There are only more than 300 zombies, which is three times that of the militia, but the militia does not know how many zombies there are, such as the dense zombies in their eyes, they can't count them, and they rush forward to chop at will with the intention of killing and pulling down, their eyes are like blood, they roar nonsense words on their mouths, and the long knife in their hands chops dumplings like they are chopping and chopping.

As time passed, some people's physical strength could not keep up, and the long knives that were swung out weighed as much as a thousand catties, and a militia Fulin remembered the words of the captain in his mind.

"Those who have no strength squeeze with their shields, and those who have the strength to cut their necks ・・・・・・・"

This sentence was shouted repeatedly, and the tired Chi Yong and Liu Biao also roared together, slowly, the militia was divided into small groups, and the strength of the group was used to deal with a zombie, and soon, the speed at which the zombies were killed increased greatly, the density of the zombies was decreasing, the pressure on the militia was also decreasing, and there were more and more zombies on the ground, but the militiamen were killing more and more bravely, no longer passive defense, but actively facing the zombies.

This bravery was indeed short-lived, before they were nervous and fearful, waving their long knives without scruples, and now they found a way, and their physical strength could not keep up, the zombies who were overwhelmed gradually gained the upper hand, and the militia were forced to retreat, and at this moment everyone felt the idea of life, wailing and preparing to meet themselves for the next moment.

"Spread out ・・・・・・・・・・・"