Chapter 117: We Want Revenge

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On the outer city wall of the YW city base, commanders at all levels are constantly running, they are shouting and shouting, constantly adjusting the number of people on each city wall to avoid leaving a gap in firepower.

After so many positional sniper battles, the team in YW City already has some tips for dealing with zombies, that is: if you are not a sharpshooter with a hundred shots, then you have only one option, fire coverage. And the most important point of fire coverage is to choose your sniper position and do a good job of blocking the outer defense line.

In the most central location of the YW city base, in a five-story building, Gu Zewu's office is located in it, and at this time, the entire office is full of smoke, as if covered with a thick layer of fog, and there are constantly messengers looking nervous in and out of the office door.

In the office, more than a dozen senior military managers of the former YW City Military Region were standing around a base model in the middle of the office, looking directly at the model and bowing their heads silently, they frowned one by one, their expressions were full of urgency, and they desperately smoked the cigarette holder in their mouths, as if this could reduce the tension in their hearts.

This is a defensive battle that is completely different from conventional warfare, and the opponents facing the YW City base have no ideas at all, so there are no zài tactics and intrigue, they will only instinctively dodge and charge, and carry out dazzling dodges and charges with extreme speed. Now that there is no longer any possibility of zài luring them away, there is only one way left for the base to go - it is the narrow road that the brave wins.

Gu Zewu sat weakly in a wheelchair, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was leaning over his body and gasping softly, at this moment he was more like an old man in his last years, as if he would leave at any time. Chu Yang stood behind Deng Jianjun's wheelchair, holding the rosewood table worth tens of thousands of dollars before the end of the world, looking at the old back in front of him with a complicated expression, it was this uncle, who was once majestic, tall, majestic, and upright in her memory, had just given the order to fire with all his might near the squad led by Deng Jianguo, you must know that Deng Jianguo has always been the officer his father relied on the most, and at the same time yesterday, his father was still chatting with Deng Jianguo in this office. In a trance, he suddenly remembered how he felt when he was trapped in the center of YW City, waiting for her father to rescue him in that desperate environment.

Mortar-artillery, howitzer-artillery, canon-artillery, rocket-artillery, gatling, crooked handle......s, Gu Zewu mobilized all the heavy weapons in the entire base at the first time, no matter what they were used for before, which force, at this moment, they must obey their own command and appear where they should appear.

Now they have only one task, that is, to aim at the place where Deng Jianguo and his 113 death squad members are located at the moment in the north of the base, and keep firing at the open space of more than ten kilometers near them, as much as possible to vent their firepower, and enjoy the pear reclamation as much as possible, they must reduce the number of zombies as much as possible before they approach the base, even if it is at the expense of those death squad members who are fighting for the base and paying a qiē for it.

Of course, the death squad was extremely secretive at the place where the artillery fire was to be fired, except for a few senior leaders and those members below the base who did not know about it at all. As for the machine gun crew, heavy weapons such as machine guns need to be activated within a certain distance of the zombies entering the city wall, and they will not fire early in the rotation like the artillery, so this matter has nothing to do with them.

For a while, the roar in the base came and went, gray-white gunsmoke, filled the entire base, with a ball of fireworks rising into the air, the wilderness in front of the base continued to explode a cluster of gorgeous death flowers, standing on the city wall to defend the soldiers, as if they could feel the vibration under their feet and the painful wail of the zombie when it was blown apart.

But how effective can such carpet bombing be on the approaching zombie horde? Including Gu Zewu himself, everyone has no bottom in their hearts.

Ten kilometers outside the base, the 100-person death squad led by Deng Jianguo was like a firework in the huge crowd of living dead, and it was completely submerged after a flash in the pan.

What they didn't expect was that the situation in which they were already certain to die was left with a glimmer of life by the cold-blooded order of Gu Zewu, the supreme commander of the YW City base, and Fang Xiaobing and Deng Jianjun who were buried in the mud at such an instant.

Of course, although Gu Zewu's cold-blooded order saved their lives, they would never thank Gu Zewu for this cold-blooded order.

No, absolutely not!

The explosion just now made Wang Pengkai's brain ringing and his ears swelled, and even produced a short period of fainting, at this time he woke up groggily, only to feel that his body was very heavy, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, but the eyes were blood-red, as if he was covered by a thin layer of things, his face was also slimy and very uncomfortable, and a smell of blood drilled straight into his nostrils, when he wanted to reach out and rub it, he found that his whole body couldn't move.

As a last resort, Wang Pengkai could only open his throat and shout: "Is there anyone?" Anyone? ”

"Help, help!"

The faint voice lingered over the crater-ridden wilderness.

After calling for help for a long time, in a mud pit near Wang Pengkai, something moved slightly, and then the iron gate of a military truck suddenly flew away from the dirt, and a strong figure crawled out of the pit under the iron gate......

Deng Jianguo opened his frightened eyes, looking at his left arm in disbelief, it turned out that just now a sharp pain suddenly entered his brain, when he looked at his left arm, his entire left arm was gone, Deng Jianguo suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a heart-rending howl of pain, where the sound reached, the listener was sad, and no one could accept the sudden loss of an arm.

Tired of screaming, the wound on the broken arm had also solidified, Deng Jianguo endured the severe pain, tore off a large strip of cloth from his body, bandaged the wound simply, and trembled and walked in the direction of the weak cry for help just now.

Deng Jianguo, who was seriously injured, barely got up from the ground, found a semi-automatic rifle, supported his body, and moved with difficulty in the potholed snow, just beside him, five military trucks had already been scorched black, and he couldn't distinguish the original appearance, and the ground around him was densely covered with corpses, soldiers, the living dead, and the blood soaked the soil, and the original white snow was now bright red, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and none of them were complete.

But if you really have to count it carefully, Deng Jianguo found that among the stumps and broken arms all over the ground, excluding the soldiers, there are not as many people who really belong to the living dead as he imagined.

It turns out that more than 100 people of the death squads, who were desperately fighting for the sake of the entire base, were abandoned by the base, they were abandoned.

The artillery fire turned the wilderness they were in into a scorched earth, and there was hardly an inch left intact.

Suddenly, Deng Jianguo's gaze fell on a stump of a stump, and his face showed incomparable fear and disbelief, only to hear him whisper to himself, "How can it be ......?" ”

"Child, my poor child......"

"Captain, we want revenge, we have to take revenge!"

There were cries of grief, despair, and boundless hatred. He and Wang Pengkai were both lucky people in this battle, they did not die under the attack of the mortal zombies, they were lucky to escape the death bombardment under Gu Zewu's almost cold-blooded pear reclamation policy.

Of course, they are definitely not lucky

The home is gone, the place as far as the eye can see is scorched black, and even some places are still burning with raging fires, especially the mountains and forests, which are burning red all over the sky.

If there are no relatives, there will be no one who survives. One hundred and thirteen people, after the bombing, none of them were intact, with wounds and dying, and only Deng Jianguo and Wang Pengkai were left who barely survived.

Since the end of the world, almost all people have lost loved ones. After the brutal elimination of the apocalypse, they formed a family again, and even had offspring.

They are not afraid of death, they are really not afraid of death. As a death squad, they were ready to sacrifice themselves early, but they couldn't accept it, they really couldn't accept it, when they dedicated themselves to the base and vomited blood for the base, the base gave up on them, and even, it can be said that the base is dealing with them.

Although under the attack of many zombies, their hope of survival is very slim, although they have the possibility of losing their lives at every moment.

But there was still a glimmer of hope in their hearts, that the base, that the army would be able to rescue them

But at this moment, they are desperate. They did not wait for rescue, but they waited for death. They are an outcast, they are a hopeless people.

In the other direction of the periphery of the base, not far from Deng Jianguo's battlefield, a team of hundreds of people was resting in the hall of an abandoned traffic police-inspection station.

There are several bonfires burning around the hall, making the whole room feel warm and even warm.

On the fire, several unknown mutant beasts that were roasted to a golden brown were exuding a fragrant smell of meat, everyone smelled the meat, and swallowed saliva greedily, but no one reached out to eat first, but instead put their eyes on the dozens of figures full of evil on the outside of the gate, and everyone looked at them with fear, worship, and envy in their eyes.

Suddenly, a cold woman's voice suddenly came in from outside the gate!

"The chief has an order, you eat first, we have a situation. Old rules, wait for us to come back! The people outside will protect you."

When the people in the hall looked at the door of the hall again, the more than twenty figures standing on guard on the periphery were less than a dozen, and the dozens of figures had disappeared.

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