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Many people actually can't recognize the difference between D-type zombies and D, when a D broke into the gathering place to cause invariable killing, it was still the armed police who used several heavy machine guns and bazookas to kill them, and now there are such strong zombies on the stage, and in the face of zombies, it is a militia who has just put on a military uniform and is holding a steel knife, how can this not make them afraid.

Then the crying of the father and the mother were all around, the crowd began to commotion, the great turmoil just started, the huge gunfire of the large-caliber anti-aircraft machine gun protruded, the 4.mm caliber gunfire was deafening, and the tongue of fire several meters long erupted from the muzzle of the rotating twin-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun placed on the heavy bus, tens of thousands of people were frightened by the gunfire, the only thing that was not frightened, in addition to the firepower group that fired the gun, there were also the militia and D-type zombies on the stage, the zombies had stood on the platform and stretched their muscles, and the militia held the sword and shield and sweated profusely at the zombies in front of him.

The militia is just a small person, he never thought about what great achievements he could achieve, he is just an ordinary person who loves to take advantage of a little advantage, and his courage is not too small, standing here is also a misunderstanding, when he chose the personnel at the beginning of the toilet he went to the toilet, when he came back, the recruiter talked about the previous reason for recruitment, and was preaching the reward that the camp would give, when he heard what cigarettes and wine, what canned fresh meat, and thought that the opportunity was rare, and he rushed to agree to come down.

With this promise, he realized that something was wrong, his comrades-in-arms did not fight with him, but looked at him in disbelief, and now he felt weak, and when he knew what he was going to face, he heard the shocking news.

Fortunately, the camp is to let him be typical, not to make him a snack, temporary assault taught him how to fight with D-type zombies for two hours, two hours passed in a flash, he only learned, D-type zombies are very powerful, not slow, everything else did not remember, now when he officially faced, he found out how correct the instructor said, the zombie in front of him is burly, just like a pre-apocalyptic man, not to mention that he has become a zombie now, even if it is still alive, the militia does not dare to say that he can fight, but the camp military law is harsh, Once he doesn't want to do it, what awaits him will be treated as a deserter, and the camp treats deserters coldly, and even the corpse will not be collected when he dies.

In the face of the D-type zombie, he was sweating profusely, his legs trembled, the zombie sniffed the smell of the air, showed an excited expression, and pounced on him, in the face of the D-type zombie that pounced, the only thing he could do was to keep retreating until there was a crisp gunfire behind him, looking back at his captain with a pistol aimed at him, the captain looked serious, his eyes were indifferent, in the captain's eyes, he was dead.

The performance of the militia fell into the eyes of the onlookers below, they knew that the militia was also afraid, his expression and psychology towards the zombies were no different from theirs, here, their hearts tightened leisurely, and their bodies retreated as much as possible, they didn't believe that the militia could kill the D-type zombies, what if the D-type zombies killed the militia and ran down to kill them?

Compared with the worries of the onlookers below, the militia on the platform felt the fear that he had never felt before, at this moment, he finally knew why the camp chose people among them, the camp was to tell the people below, the same people, in the face of danger, either resist in a desperate situation, or give up in a desperate situation, if he killed the zombies, it proves that ordinary people also have the ability to kill zombies, if he gives up resistance, the camp will let him be killed by zombies, and then replace his captain on stage to kill the D-type zombies, and he can also be used as a negative teaching material, the difference between having courage and not having courage.

Thinking about it, the zombie had already arrived in front of him, waving his big claws and grabbing him, at this moment, the only thing he remembered was a sentence that he heard a lot every day: "Raise your shield, that's the only thing you can save your life......"

The big claw slammed on the militia's shield, at this moment, last night's training, as well as the usual training were all forgotten by him, he only knew that he couldn't let the zombies catch him, he didn't tilt the shield, and used the oblique angle to slide the zombies' claws away, but used all his strength to resist the shield, wanting to resist the zombies' huge force.

"Wow......"

The militia was lucky to have the first claw under his crotch, and he didn't catch his breath, and the second claw fell on the shield again, this time, the militia couldn't hold on, and took a step back, this time, half of his body was numb, and he didn't stand firm when he took a step out, and the huge force hit the shield hard, and the militia couldn't even hold the knife this time, and spurted blood and fell out.

The militia slammed on the floor, his heart hurt, and another stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood he spewed out made the D-type zombie go crazy, and the zombie ran over to the militia, raised his claws and waved down, looking at the claws that were waved, the militia was a spirit, lying on the ground and rolling to the side, and before he stopped, the zombie turned to him again.

At this time, the militia had already felt the grim reaper smiling at him, and couldn't help but look at his captain for help, but the captain was receiving a long sword and steel shield with the same style as him, as if he was preparing to come to power.

He only came here, the zombies had already arrived in front of him, and the militia could only roll out again, for five minutes in a row, the militia lying on the ground was panting and dizzy, but the zombies followed closely behind him and did not relax, the militia knew that no one could help him, everything could only rely on himself.

Once again, the zombies flickered, and the militia took the opportunity to get down on one knee, scanning around, looking for an opportunity, and his eyes swept over the zombies, the ground, and the companions below, looking for a chance to live.

Rolling on his side several times in a row, the militia didn't find any chance in others, and then he really understood that everything could only rely on himself, on the stage, in addition to him, there was also a D-type zombie who wanted his life, and there was only one left between them, and the militia naturally didn't want to die by himself, and his eyes were aimed at the long knife behind the zombie, which was his only offensive weapon.

The zombie doesn't think so much, it just wants to eat the blood food in front of it, the atmosphere here makes it anxious, the wind brings a lot of human flavor, and the unprecedented amount of human flavor makes the zombie feel happy, it is like a mouse that has fallen into the granary, and can't wait to have a full meal.

Zombies will never be as ambitious as humans, they pay attention to reality, the militia in front of it like a mouse will be its first dish, several times in the air to make the zombies anxious, hoarse roars louder than a louder, zombie anxious roar fell into the ears of onlookers, it sounded as if the zombies laughed at the militia, they went to the militia again and again under the zombies to struggle, as if back to the day of the outbreak of the virus in the past, countless people on the street, office buildings, buses, and shopping malls and shops were torn apart and devoured by zombies.

One such nightmare is enough, and countless people struggle to get into the gathering place, where they would rather starve to death than go out, and they are frightened by the nightmarish nightmare.

Now that the nightmare has reappeared, they are not the militia struggling under the claws of the zombies, but they are obviously themselves on the line of life and death under the claws of the zombies, so they did not use the eyes of bystanders, but with the eyes of substitutes, worrying about every time the militia is in distress, and rejoicing for every time he escapes.

The game of eagles catching chickens above continued, and the hearts of thousands of people below turned into one, and they all inhaled from nervousness, and exhaled at the same time for rejoicing, and the huge volume of sound was connected together to form a line, so that the windows of the big car parked on the side were buzzing.

No one was bored or bored, they even hoped that it would continue like this, that the militia would never be eaten, and that some people were praying in their hearts that the D-type zombies would die of exhaustion.