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"Hehe... I didn't expect that the survivors would rush through the whole town, why are you? Is it necessary? ”

Hearing Lu Xiaobu's question, Huang Quan pondered for a while, and couldn't pay attention to it, for him, as long as the task was completed, there was no need to make extraneous branches, could it be that if he didn't save them when he saw death, let them starve to death in despair?

"Forget it, we can't manage so much, there are still so many people waiting to starve to death in the gathering place, we can't save it, let's save ammunition if we can."

When Lu Xiaobu heard Huang Quan say this, he hesitated, Huang Quan was right, they couldn't save the living people in the gathering place, was it necessary to save the survivors on the other side?

Putting down the binoculars in their hands, Lu Xiaobu and Huang Quan went to the warehouse with a tacit understanding, no longer thinking about the survivors opposite.

"I went to the other side and there were a lot of materials and construction machinery piled up in the open air."

After a long time, Lu Xiaobu couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Yes, there are a lot of thick steel plates over there, which can be used to build bridges."

Huang Quan also echoed, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, and always felt panicked.

"There may be engineering talents in it, and the base can build that big wall, because there are engineers to help honest people plan."

Lu Xiaobu was also uncomfortable in his heart, and he had nothing to say.

"Go up, this is a big project, there are many construction workers, and the materials that want to come here are more abundant than elsewhere, so I found them casually at the entrance of the town, and loaded three truckloads of materials, nearly half of which are grain."

Huang Quan couldn't help but glance at the smoke in the middle of the mountain opposite.

"Yes, I estimate that there are at least three or five tons, not counting miscellaneous grains, and I think there are thirty or fifty tons in this town."

After Lu Xiaobu said this, neither of them was talking, as if they were hesitating about this.

"For food." "For the material."

The two of them suddenly spoke at the same time, then looked at each other and smiled, and finally decided to clean up the zombies in the town.

The convoy lined up in the open space at the entrance of the town, honking the horn in unison, the whistle roared throughout the town, the zombies in the town were in a commotion, they flocked to the entrance of the town together, there were many zombies in the town, and there were thousands of them killed before.

Then, the corpse of the cowardly was thrown in front of the blocking front, and the zombies who smelled the smell of blood went crazy, and they rushed forward without any scruples, and when the zombies were close to fifty meters, dozens of Type 95 rifles began to fire.

The crisp point fire of the rifle was followed by the sound of bursts of cotton cracking, and dozens of militiamen with sniper crossbows aimed and shot together among the team members.

The movement of the zombies is slow, the heads of the round zombies burst out one by one in the point shooting, and there are also many heads with steel crossbow arrows stuck in the heads of the fallen zombies, although some militias have experienced a cruel white-knuckle battle, when they face thousands of zombies rushing together, it is inevitable that they will be a little panicked, hundreds and thousands are just two concepts.

Not every crossbow arrow can hit the zombie's head with one hit, most of them are inserted horizontally and vertically into the zombie's body, even if the zombies move so slowly, even if they are so close to the blocking position.

At this point, Huang Quan frowned, the performance of the militia was good before, even beyond his expectations, but he didn't expect that these red-eyed guys who killed red-eyed people in white-knuckle combat were so poor in long-range, if it weren't for the composure of the regular team members and accurate shooting, I'm afraid that the zombie hordes would have rushed into the position to enjoy human flesh.

"Huang Quan, did you let those resting militiamen come forward to prepare, these guys are too bad, fortunately Brother Cockroach is not here, otherwise they will lose face and go home."

Lu Xiaobu pointed to the dozens of militiamen behind the convoy who were looking at the battle line with swords and shields and said, not afraid of 10,000, just in case, if there are really zombies rushing in and causing casualties, they are really embarrassed to throw them home, Zhang Xiaoqiang once took twenty team members and dozens of survivors to recover the town.

Today, they were replaced, with forty regular members and more than 100 militiamen, and they were still fighting such a bad battle, and they were naturally depressed in their hearts, even at this moment, the three heavy machine guns had not yet fired, and the paratroopers had not fired at the station.

Huang Quan glanced behind him, something flashed through his mind, and he groaned.

"Otherwise, let the heavy fire fire, and save ammunition when."

Lu Xiaobu reminded again, Huang Quan still shook his head, the convoy's ammunition was not replenished by the base, and Huang Quan was determined not to use heavy firepower until the critical moment.

"They can't shoot because they're afraid, they have shields in hand-to-hand combat, and now they don't have shields, and their hearts are empty, let the people behind them send their shields up, and put them at their feet to try."

Huang Quan said the aura in his mind, Lu Xiaobu didn't believe it very much, but it didn't prevent him from giving orders, it was also strange, the shield was just placed at the feet of those militiamen, they were like a different person, the head was also accurate, the speed of winding was also fast, the whole person became calm, from winding to launching, all actions were like flowing water.

"Ha, it can really work, after all, it's a regular soldier, I can't compare."

Lu Xiaobu looked at the mountains of corpses that had been built in front of the formation and sighed, Huang Quan was like a stroke of genius, stabilizing the front front, and the pressure on some of the official team members was greatly reduced, and they had slowed down their shooting speed and began to shoot accurately, striving to eliminate a zombie with every bullet.

Unconsciously, hundreds of zombies fell outside the bumpy battle line, seeing that everything was developing in a good direction, and the ordinary zombies who rushed in front were hit by the zombies behind them, and behind them, D-type zombies with muscles appeared one after another, and hundreds of D-type zombies appeared together, causing a deterrent of more than thousands of ordinary zombies.

The speed of the D-type zombies is about the same as that of normal people, and between their movements, the rain of bullets and arrows has missed, and in the whistling bullets, the zombies are gradually approaching, and they have reached the absolute danger line of twenty meters.

Hundreds of D-type zombies rushed to within twenty meters of about ten, and the rest were shot on the way to the charge, even if there were only ten left, except for the regular team members who were still calm, the militiamen who fired crossbow arrows stopped shooting, threw down the sniper crossbows, and picked up the shields, in their hearts, it seemed that defense was more important than offense.

The clear sky on a clear day was shrouded in clouds at some point, the clouds gradually thickened, and they disappeared into black, the bright sky began to be overcast, and the whole land seemed dull, and the mountain wind blowing in the distance blew away the smoke of the battlefield.

The refreshing mountain breeze could not remove the sweat from the team members and militiamen, and the D-type zombies roared and howled, and rushed through the distance of twenty meters in the blink of an eye, and rushed to within ten meters in an instant.

Ten meters is the distance from the front of the bus to the back of the bus, and in this distance, everyone can make out every expression on the faces of the D-shaped zombies, their faces are full of excitement, and they open their mouths as if they were spraying fishy smells, revealing gray and black fangs, which seem to be shining with cold light, cold to the tips of the militiamen's hearts.

"Ah!!h

Finally, someone couldn't stand the pressure, threw away the shield in his hand and turned to run away, he had lost his mind, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything, only the big teeth crisscrossed by the D-type zombie in his head were replaying repeatedly.

The "Tata Ta ・・・・・・・" heavy machine gun finally fired, and the gunfire was fleeting, a short burst, several rounds. Millimeter-caliber heavy bullets fell on the escapees.