The current garrison force of Yanzhao City is not very strong in itself, with less than two divisions and an army of more than 20,000 people, all of which are infantry and light weapons. In the past few days, several dispatches have been made, and the number of troops has been reduced by half, and there are only 15,000 people left, which still counts the logistics personnel, Yanzhao City is the hinterland of the Central Plains, and it has always been very peaceful, so there are not many garrisons around. Now, no, when Mao Zhuang came with a large number of jumping corpses, the army was about to be unable to hold it.

A limited tank regiment was also sent out, rocket artillery, grenades, heavy guns, etc., all of which were used, Mao Zhuang was too fierce, in the face of Mao Zhen's absolutely powerful defense, everything was illusory, and soon the army was killed only by defeat. But behind him are one or two million ordinary people, and the soldiers are responsible for protecting the country, the people, and the land, although they have lost contact everywhere, but at the last moment, the soldiers are still reliable.

Similar to the scene that happened in Mukden, modern weapons did not work, and the army finally sent out the people who had worked hard to cultivate for more than half a month, the same fierce battle, the same fierceness, the same for one goal, to continue the life of the human race. War, just war, the ability has already used the way of exchanging lives for lives, and after a short fight, Mao Zhuang was killed more than a dozen, while the ability in the army fell forty or fifty people. The whole battlefield has descended into madness.

All the people are red-eyed, and the land of Yan Zhao has been full of sad people since ancient times, the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return. This is not a civil war, nor a national war, but a battle for the survival of the race, whether it is a strange person or an ordinary soldier, one by one rushing forward, the soldiers of Yanzhao City, although the number is not large, but the soldiers have the heart of dying with the enemy, and the entire battlefield is interwoven into a tragic picture of purgatory of blood and tears.

The ability suffers a loss because the level is not high enough, and he cannot fully exert his own supernatural ability, and he is often torn into two pieces by the stiff body in one face. Seeing that the army and the supernatural people were about to hold on, and the last line of defense of the entire city was about to be broken through, at this time, a shout came from the city, and a large group of ordinary young and strong people who cultivated about the middle level of the day after tomorrow, numbering about a few thousand, with all kinds of rudimentary weapons in their hands, joined the battle with red eyes. Yan Zhao people, there is no shortage of people who regard death as home. The spirit of Yan Zhao for thousands of years has once again exerted its huge influence.

The reality is cruel, and the participation of thousands of people in the battlefield has not made any difference, except for a lot of food to the zombies, it is like a stone thrown into the sea, and only a few small splashes are splashed.

The catastrophe continued, and on the one hand, the killing was still going on, and more than 200 Mao Zhuang were extremely ferocious, running around tearing soldiers and civilians apart. At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from the northwest.

Yes, it was the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of cavalry rushing unique to ancient times, and as the sound got closer and closer, an arrogant shout of shouting came from afar: "Barking, the long-haired zombie of the dog, Lao Tzu is here, Yanyun Eighteen Rides, kill with me." As soon as the voice reached his ears, a black cloud swept in, and eighteen tall black knights rushed forward.

The horse is a black spine, the person is a black dragon, all black ancient costume robes, short hair, a primary magic weapon more than two meters long in one hand, the purple gold overlord spear, all of them have the strength of the innate intermediate level, and the leader has reached the realm of the congenital great perfection, with long fiery red hair, flying in the wind, riding down the black spine horse is obviously much taller and more powerful than the others, a purple-red fire dragon spear in his hand, and the entire gun body exudes blazing flames to the outside world.

"Kill", the current person, the hand of the gun, the person is like a tiger down the mountain, the horse is like a dragon swimming out of the sea, the big gun draws up layers of fire waves, and the red fire gun gas cuts towards the zombie in a semicircle, and in the snort, four or five hair stiffs are swept by the tip of the gun, and immediately turned into several large fireballs, burning violently. Seeing that the leader had made a move, the eighteen knights shouted in unison: "Kill." Formed into the ancient battlefield battle array in the four golden lock array, divided into four directions, the surrounding zombies are all shrouded, the formation starts, the gun is in the sky, and the zombies are fighting together, it can be seen that these knights' tactics and marksmanship are not very proficient, a few rounds of sudden down, zombies killed a lot, there are also a few knights were clawed by the sharp claws of the stiff, fortunately rescued by others, the blood stained the robes red, not long after, more than two hundred hair stiff with thousands of jumping corpses by these dozen big guns formed a gun formation, to kill cleanly.

After seeing that all the zombies were killed by them, the pressure of the army was greatly relieved, and the knight leader shouted: "Brothers, follow me, let's continue and kill all these zombies." The black vertebrae under the seat exerted a force, jumped forward and chased after the jumping corpses that were scattered and fled in the distance.

Without the suppression of the fourth-level stiffness, the rest of these jumping corpses are easy to say, machine guns, submachine guns, grenades, and the remnants of the soldiers of the military headquarters surrounded them, and the bullets fired by modern weapons, with infinite hatred, flew into the bodies of these jumping corpses. A large number of jumping corpses were killed on the spot by the soldiers. Finally, these jumping corpses began a great retreat under the leaderless group of dragons.

After some pursuit, the jumping corpses were killed a lot, but the jumping corpses were agile and retreated quickly, and the military couldn't catch up for a while, and watched them scatter like a tide.

The commander of the military, Regiment Commander Fang, came over at this time, came to this group of knights who claimed to be Yanyun's eighteen cavalry, snapped a salute, and said gratefully: "Hello, I am Fang Jian, the head of the 48th Regiment of the Yanzhao Garrison, thank you for your help, may I ask which part you are from, where are you from?"

The red-haired young man in the lead laughed heartily: "Commander Fang is polite, my name is Wu Fatian, we are not soldiers, we are just ordinary people in Qingping Dongtian, a mountainous area west of Yanzhao, and spontaneously organized this Yanyun Eighteen Horsemen, killing zombies everywhere, chasing zombies all the way here, we came to kill zombies." It's okay, all the surrounding fourth-level hair stiffs are concentrated here, so we don't need to chase around and kill them."

The knights behind laughed in unison: "What Angkor said is that we are Yanyun Eighteen Horsemen." More than a dozen knights shouted out together, and after shouting, they all lifted the reins in their hands, and the eighteen black-spine horses under the seat neighed in the wind, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the sound shook the four fields.

"Qingping Dongtian? What is this place"? Head Fang asked suspiciously.

"It is a blessed land in the cave, that is, the place where the legendary gods live, there is a world of its own, there are mountains and rivers, the area is vast, there are no zombies and monsters, it is not a problem to live millions of people, and there is the protection of the ancient formation in the cave, and there is absolutely no need to consider the safety aspect. If Captain Fang is interested, he can go back with us to take a look. We also welcome Head Fang to live in our Qingping Cave, and we also welcome the villagers in Yanzhao City to come and live together." The red-haired youth in the lead said proudly.

Hearing that there was such a good place, the soldiers in the army and the ordinary people in the city who came to help kill the zombies began to discuss. Most of them have a mentality of disbelief, but seeing that this Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry has such a powerful strength, it is like a young man at the head, and it is like chopping melons and vegetables when he kills that kind of fourth-level hairy stiff, and he has to wonder if there is really such a paradise-like place.

At this time, two people ran out of the people, shouting as they ran: "Brother Wu, is it you, I am Zhang Peng from Zhangjiazhuang, Qingping County"?

Wu Fatian smiled: "It's you kid, there is a kind, you dare to come out to kill zombies with a machete, and what comes out of Zhangjiazhuang is good." Two days ago, I came to Yanzhao City for a trip, and most of the people in our Zhangjiazhuang were taken to the Qingping Cave found by the fat brother, they are now very safe, wandering around in the cave every day, saying that they want to plant something, and they can't be idle, the Yanyun Eighteen Riders behind me are all the young people of our Zhanglaozhuang, and the team that I recently organized to kill zombies. You'll come back with us later. Yanzhao City is not as safe as our cave."

When Zhang Peng heard this, he hurriedly replied: "Okay, Brother Wu, I don't have anything to clean up, I'll go back and pick up my father and mother in a while, and we'll go back together."

Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen behind shouted in a mess: "Zhang Peng, I haven't seen you for a few days, don't you recognize a few brothers?" Saying anything, Zhang Peng looked at it carefully and smiled, daring to love are all brothers in his own village.

Head Fang also made a decision at this time: "Brother Wu, can I follow you over to take a look, if I can, I want to move all the people in the Yan Zhao base over, I don't know if Brother Wu agrees or not?"

Wu Fatian thought for a while and said: "What do you disagree with, but I have to tell my fat brother, the fat brother is the master of the cave, the fat brother has been going to Fengtian for a few days, and it is estimated that he will be back soon, go, after my brother Zhang Peng takes over his father, we will go back to Qingping Dongtian together."