There are still nearly thirty zombies, and for ten slaughterers, it will be easy to solve, as long as they advance slowly, they can achieve a complete victory.

However, Zuo Weiguo completely overturned Zheng Yifan's idea.

When his companions rushed forward, Zuo Weiguo still followed behind the devil's spokesman unhurriedly, and when the whole team burst into the zombie group, he moved.

Like a bolt of lightning inserted into the zombie group, the shield on his left arm hit the zombie in front of him, and the concussive force made the zombie's body lean back, and it was at this moment that Zuo Weiguo inserted the long sword in his right hand into his eye socket.

His speed is fast, wandering among the zombies, the shield in his left hand has become a sharp weapon for him to defeat the enemy, and his lowered body is flexible and strange. But it is undeniable that around him, a killing feast is emerging.

The lonely army goes deep, the slaughter is like crazy, each zombie killed will have a point, these incomes can't go out to buy things freely, but they can be exchanged for huàn food, huàn materials.

He's not like everyone else, he still has a bunch of brothers to raise. Only killing, more killings can be exchanged for enough food.

The skillful use of power, cutting throats, kicking crotch, sticking eyes, grappling...... What he had learned in the army before was of no use at all, and what he needed now was to keep absorbing new experience.

You don't need to go on a rampage like the devil's advocate, you don't need to be like your fellow companions. It only needs to flexibly harvest the lives of zombies, and harvest the lives of zombies with the least strength and the smallest amplitude.

Leaping like a spirit monkey, steady as Mount Tai. It really made Zheng Yifan's heart hot.

"If such a strong character is used by me, then I will definitely provide him with the best equipment and harvest more zombie lives."

Yes, his equipment is too poor, the round shield on his left arm is trimmed by an ordinary iron pot, there is no arc of a real shield, he can't unload the attack aside, and he is wrapped in bandages, Zheng Yifan's super eyesight can even see that there are straws in the bandages that are unwilling to be lonely and squeeze out.

Even the long sword he used to kill was forged from ordinary steel bars, and the blade was not sharp, and it would break if it was used too many times.

These things are already quite good things in the Gathering Area, but they are still not very useful.

Without high-voltage electricity, many machines could not be used, even the 380V voltage required for industrial machine tools could not be reached.

It's not that no one wants to make changes, but there are really no such technicians, and most of the people who can escape are poor people living on the edge of the city, who are closest to the suburbs and are the easiest to escape.

Of course, the rich who live in suburban villas are a different story. They have the most supplies, the most luxury cars, and although most of the high-powered cars are not available, there is always one in the garage of those rich people who can drive.

They were also the first to leave the city and the first to gain strength, and of course, most of them had become the big names in the gathering place of Howling Wind.

They don't know if there are any other gathering places outside the Howling Wind Gathering Place, and if anyone has escaped the catastrophe. Even radio signals have lost their usefulness. It doesn't matter if it's long or short.

The computer can still be turned on, but it has lost the ability to pass the number jù.

As a result, there were very few weapons that could be used in battle, and blacksmiths appeared, gradually replacing the functions of machinery with hand.

But the time given to the development of the blacksmith shop is too short, and the blacksmiths have not yet adapted to this ancient method of blacksmithing. The survivors didn't have too many powerful weapons.

Just like the current Zuo Weiguo, he doesn't have too much ability to protect himself. Only keep attacking, trying your best to avoid the zombies.

There was a flood of zombies, but the samurai who still couldn't stop these heroes had been cleaned up in just one minute.

In front of them, it is difficult for a limited number of zombies to defeat them.

"Eleven zombies, eleven people's food for the week has finally arrived." Zuo Weiguo sorted out his equipment with a smile, took out a white towel from his arms, and carefully wiped the blood of the zombies on his body.

Blood splattered on his body and corroded the bandages, but it was blocked by straw, which was his magic weapon to defeat the enemy.

Everyone else also has a way to keep themselves from being infected, everyone is different, just like blue lightning, he has an obvious dodge after each attack, and the cloak on the back of his body can cover the blood spurted by zombies at any time.

The battle ended with a winner's smile on everyone's face, which was their record, but it was more of a warm-up match.

"Hey! Big man, this may be the last time we will fight side by side, and I will try to kill and wound the zombies and leave a rich legacy to my brothers. Zuo Weiguo faced it calmly. It seems that death is just a routine for him.

"My sister will surely get a good inheritance, and I will do my best to get him enough supplies." A smile erupted into the face of the devil's advocate.

The battle was over, and forty or fifty people, dressed in layers of armor similar to chemical protective suits, slowly gathered the corpses of the zombies and collected the zombies.

Every time a zombie is reined in, it will record which weapon is lethal from the small notebook in his hand.

This was the main way for gladiators to gain their records.

"Buzz!" Suddenly, a loud sound came, followed by the sound of electricity.

"Gentlemen. Ladies and survivors, welcome to the Slayer Contest, this month's tournament will be extra exciting, bringing a different kind of killing thrill, and your god of war will be your glory. ”

After a burst of sensationalism, the rules of the contest were introduced. Obviously, in the hands of the scientists in the gathering place, the horn played a role again, and the circuitry inside was more suitable for the apocalyptic environment.

The long-term competition has made the audience a little boring, and it is always the same pattern.

In this competition, the organizing committee of the competition has changed some rules, and the biggest change is the change of the armed forces.

In addition to the most basic equipment, all participants can also receive audience sponsorship.

The duration of the match has been extended to 45 minutes, the intensity of the battle has been increased accordingly, the fences restricting the underground passages will be opened, and the terrain will be changed during the battle, so that the gladiators will have more favorable terrain.

Of course, these changes to the terrain will also greatly reduce the living space of the gladiators.

As the introduction ended, red flames gradually spread on the ground, and the red flames turned the entire gladiatorial arena into a labyrinth of flames.

"It's over." Han Rui's eyes were full of tears, and her lips were almost bitten.

"It's all over, do you see the terrain on the field? It has completely changed, it has completely become a flame labyrinth, Zuo Weiguo They are afraid of flames, but zombies are not afraid, they can hold on to a full half an hour in the case of being burned. Han Rui's lips had been bitten, and a drop of blood fell on the placket of his clothes: "The organizing committee is increasing the difficulty of the Slayer Competition, and Zuo Weiguo is afraid it will be difficult for Zuo Weiguo to persevere." ”