"Hurry up and help! Hurry up and support! ”

Qian Xiaohao listened to Zhang Tong's hoarse shout, and his heart was cold.

It's been almost a year since the zombie outbreak, and instead of getting better, the human race is getting worse. It seems that the reclaiming of the former homeland of humanity has become a dream.

Now, of course, he wasn't in the base that at least made him feel safe.

Three months earlier, the military headquarters had given the order to attack with all its might.

The first to bear the brunt are the troops who stay in the forward bases.

However, no place has been reclaimed.

Even if you can capture a small street, you will soon be driven out again by an endless horde of zombies swarming from nowhere. Even if the proportion of strengthened people is already very high now, but in front of zombies who are tireless, painless, and even their abilities are constantly improving.

They can only retreat.

But this time, they must have no chance to retreat.

The entire company had been divided into squads, and the scattered approach had now been fully proven to be an absolutely erroneous tactic.

It is completely not feasible to want to bloom more and then the center converges.

The zombies completely defeated this tactic with a never-ending attack, but Qian Xiaohao did not have the slightest idea of blaming the commander, he understood that the commander had completely tried his best.

If you want to blame it, you can only blame it on the God who created mankind and decided to destroy it.

A wry smile appeared on his face.

Zhang Tong's shouting has also stopped, and he angrily threw the wireless communicator in his hand on the ground, shouting for so long without any response can only explain one point.

They were left on their own.

"How much ammo is left?" Qian Xiaohao said calmly.

He is no longer the hot-blooded and impulsive person he used to be. A soldier who has a good vision of everything, although he has not been promoted since he was promoted to squad leader. However, countless battles with zombies have transformed him into a squad leader who is calm at all times.

"I'm afraid it won't last long."

The place where they were trapped was an office building that was only five stories high.

This is still an accurate decision made by Qian Xiaohao when he saw that the situation was not good a day ago. If they hadn't retreated here, I'm afraid their class would have been torn to pieces by the zombie horde.

"Give me the numbers."

Qian Xiaohao's calm voice calmed the mood of those exhausted soldiers, and he quickly counted the specific number of ammunition left.

Hearing these numbers, Qian Xiaohao suddenly said, "Who still has cigarettes?" ”

No one answered. The cigarette has long been smoked and consumed much faster than the ammunition. Qian Xiaohao touched his chin full of scum, suddenly showed a smile, and sighed softly and said, "I really want to smoke a cigarette now!" ”

It's not his idea alone.

All the soldiers who stayed here probably had this in mind.

But surely no one has a stronger idea than Qian Xiaohao's desire to smoke.

The ammunition figures were already clear to him, and they were sure that they would not be able to withstand this wave of attacks, and that they would die if the last iron door was knocked open.

It turned out that the last cigarette in my life had been smoked.

It's just that I didn't taste the taste of that cigarette at that time.

That's when the crash sounded.

All the soldiers looked in that direction. There was no despair in his eyes, only dead silence.

"They're coming!"

Qian Xiaohao didn't look in that direction, but just felt the vibration brought to the building by the zombie after hitting the iron door, and suddenly felt that there was a kind of rhythm in it.

It's just a rhythm that frightens human beings, and it has no beauty at all.

"Grenade ready." He said calmly.

After the iron door was knocked open, throwing a grenade was the best time, when the zombies gathered in a pile, and the grenade at this moment could exert its maximum power.

But it's just such a wave, and the zombies behind will not stop.

Qian Xiaohao really hoped that there would be more iron gates like this, and if this was the case, he could still retreat with his soldiers. Use this method to eat away at zombies step by step.

It's a pity that they have no way out.

This is already the last iron gate, the last floor.

After throwing the grenade, they had only one way, retreating to the rooftop. Then wait for that last moment to come.

"Cheer up, don't die when the time comes."

Qian Xiaohao's smiling words did not lift the soldier's spirits, and the result of death was known from the day he became a soldier. This moment is really coming, but it is not as great as I thought.

No one wants to die, and even if they do, they don't want to die.

Qian Xiaohao also didn't want to die. But he was the squad leader, and only in this way he was ready to say goodbye to his soldiers. Of course he was going to die before them.

The crash was louder.

Everyone had the illusion that the iron gate had been gradually deformed.

Qian Xiaohao finally looked in the direction of the iron gate, he wanted to watch the grenade explosion blow those zombies to pieces, this is the impression left in his mind before death.

Instead of being pounced on by the zombies, he opened the huge mouth that only destroyed it.

Xu Luo's tough and resolute face suddenly jumped out of his mind.

If he's here, there's a way to get out of here!

Qian Xiaohao suddenly felt a little funny, he would think of him at this time, but it was definitely not a sign of his cowardice, but a kind of trust in his idol.

The ground seemed to tremble, too.

Overhead, the crumbling ceiling was already crumbling and falling with gravel and lime.

It should be a sign that the iron door is about to be smashed open.

Qian Xiaohao raised his gun and said calmly: "Ready." ”

The six soldiers raised the grenade in their right hand slightly, they couldn't be as calm as Qian Xiaohao, and the arms of two soldiers trembled slightly.

Still, all eyes were on that place.

Wait for the moment when the iron door is slammed open.

Everyone heard the kind of zombie roar that made humans extremely frightened and disgusted, and even felt that ugly, disgusting face representing death was right in front of them.

They are as fearful as other humans facing death.

But they didn't back down, because they were soldiers.

It's just that the expected moment of waiting has never come, and even the arm that clenched the grenade nervously felt a little sore, and the iron door was still not knocked open.

Even the sound of the impact faded away.

What's going on out there?

No one would think that it was the zombies who took the initiative to retreat with kindness, there must be rescuers coming! Could it be that someone else killed the other besieged soldiers? Who will it be?

A loud bang rang out at that moment, and the iron gate fell to the ground with a loud bang.

A figure holding a long black and dull knife in his hand, as straight as a gun, appeared in their eyes, and without the slightest pause, it came to them in an instant.

"Come with me!"

With these cold words, the long knife suddenly reached his left hand, and his body turned, and his right hand slammed into the hard, cold concrete floor.

With a loud bang, the rubble fell.

A large hole suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Jump!"

Behind the knocked down iron gate, the zombies have entered. (To be continued.) )