The commander of the second company wants to rescue the little girl before the zombies.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! I silently refueled the commander of the second company, and the commander ordered: "Aim at the zombies in the rear and prepare to shoot." ”

The commander of the second company ran very fast, and when she saw that a soldier came to save her, the little girl also sped up.

I saw that the burly figure of the commander of the second company met the girl, and as soon as he leaned over, he picked up the girl with one arm, hugged her tightly in his arms, turned around and ran towards the defense line.

I had just half cheered and immediately screamed, "No! She's a zombie! ”

She's a zombie, and that little girl is a zombie!

When the commander of the second company turned around and ran towards the defense line with her in his arms, we all saw that the little girl had a big hole in her back, and even if she was an adult, with such a hole in her back, she would have died a long time ago.

The commander of the second company faced the little girl and held her - no, it was it - and did not see the hole at all.

There was a chaotic roar on the radio: "Company commander! Put it down, it's a zombie! ”

However, it was too late, and the little girl zombie leaned on the arms of the second company commander, just like a daughter snuggled in her father's arms, it opened its small mouth, and bit the neck of the second company commander in one bite.

The commander of the second company threw the little girl in his arms to the ground, the little girl's face was covered with blood, she rolled on the ground, got up and threw herself at the commander of the second company again. The commander of the second company pulled out a Type 92 pistol, and with a single shot, it hit the little girl's head.

The commander of the second company looked up at us, clutching the bleeding wound on his neck. One turned around and rushed towards the group of zombies that were rushing in the black pressure behind him.

Boom, boom, boom, the shooting sound of the Type 92 pistol sounded monotonously, and a zombie fell, however, it was just a stone falling into the sea, and even the waves couldn't splash, and the bullet of the second company commander quickly ran out, and he raised his hand and smashed the pistol at an oncoming zombie. The pistol smashed on the zombie's face, and then fell to the ground, the zombie that was hit did not pause, it just jumped and pounced on the commander of the second company, the commander of the second company fell to the ground, more zombies pounced, almost instantly, the military uniform of the commander of the second company disappeared under the figure of the zombies.

Tong. I pressed the shoot button.

A flower of metal and air exploded at the place where the commander of the second company fell.

Type 99 tank, 40 shells, 1 artillery missile, 3,000 rounds of 7.62 mm rounds of parallel machine guns, 500 rounds of 12.7 mm rounds of anti-aircraft machine guns.

Plenty of ammunition.

However, these murderous weapons made by human industry. In front of the zombies, he looked so powerless.

A little kid peeing on the ant swarm is also more powerful than the guns of the Type 99 tank in the zombie swarm.

The grenade exploded in the crowd of zombies, scorching metal shards knocking down pieces of zombies, sending stumps of flesh flying all over the sky. However, except for the zombies who were hit in the head by shrapnel, the rest of the zombies moved and continued to move forward.

Tungsten alloy tail stabilized deshelling armor-piercing projectiles, tail stabilized deshelling armor-piercing shells, and special alloy armor-piercing shells were originally designed to deal with heavy targets, and their killing effect on skirmishers was far inferior to that of grenades.

In comparison, the 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine gun had the best effect of flat fire. In a burst of clicks, the arm-thick warhead could even sweep away the first few rows of zombies like toothpicks.

However, there is still too little ammunition, and even if there are no bullets, a Type 99 tank can kill thousands of zombies, but how many zombies are there in front of us? I don't know, anyway, the black pressure in the scope is full of zombies.

Tens? Hundreds of thousands? Or hundreds of thousands?

Type 99. The ammunition thrown by the Iron Knight was like a pebble thrown into a swamp, splashing a little mud and then disappearing without a trace.

I suddenly remembered the strange smile on the face of Chief of Staff Yang Xu when he passed through our defense line, and I couldn't understand the meaning of that smile at the time, but now I know that it was a deep sense of powerlessness. …,

He is right, all our means of warfare are useless in front of zombies.

Suddenly, there was a scream on the radio: "Behind! Behind! They're coming up from behind! ”

The zombies surrounded the entire overpass, they surrounded us from behind, and some comrades turned the muzzle of the anti-aircraft machine gun to fire, but the zombies got too close, and although the comrades hurriedly switched to the Type 95 automatic rifle, the lethality was even weaker.

Comrades-in-arms got into the tank one after another and covered the hatch.

Use side-by-side machine guns to strafe zombies as they try to climb.

I soon discovered that the zombies were clumsy, trying in vain to climb into the tank, but they couldn't.

The comrades-in-arms also noticed this, they opened the hatch again, and used anti-aircraft machine guns, Type 95, Type 92, to shoot at the zombies around the body of the car in turn.

Because of the proximity, the firing effect of this round was even better than that of artillery shells.

But it's just okay, in front of our defensive line, the black-pressed zombies are as dense as marching ants, and they can't see their heads at all, "We have no ammunition!" "There are comrades-in-arms calling." We don't have any more! "Only artillery missiles are left!" "I've called for ammunition supplies, but there's no response!"

Finally someone asked, "What to do?" We can't wait here to die, can we? ”

"What? Do you want to be a deserter? ”

"Fart, I just don't want to sit and wait for death!"

"Crush them with tanks, crush them to death!"

"What if you run out of oil? Last night's rapid march, there was not much diesel left! A tank without fuel has become our living coffin! ”

"Blow up the bridge!" Some comrades-in-arms shouted.

In fact, everyone knows, what's the use of blowing up the bridge? Zombies can still pass under the bridge.

But the black pressure of the zombies in front of the tank is really numb, when a zombie truck drove towards us, the soldiers who had already shot all the ammunition, worried that the truck would damage the tank, had to detonate the explosives at the bottom of the bridge.

Boom, boom, the sound of explosives laid by the sappers rang out, and the entire bridge deck in front of the defense line collapsed with a bang, raising smoke and dust into the sky.

After the smoke clears. A huge fault appeared in front of the defensive line, and a large group of zombies stood on the opposite bridge deck, yelling at us. Miraculously, the two wheels of the truck were suspended from the side of the broken bridge, and the zombie driving the car fell under the bridge from the door that was shaken open by the air wave, and the car was actually intact.

There were still some zombies around us, which came from under the bridge, but everyone was still relieved, and some comrades started the chariot and ran it back and forth, barely cleaning up the zombies near the defense line.

But. Staying where you are is is also not a good idea.

There is always a way out.

The comrades-in-arms kept calling the combat headquarters, but the command headquarters had been silent, and when they contacted the brother troops, there were scattered shouts, gunshots, and even more chaotic replies, and some comrades-in-arms said that all the people in the division headquarters were dead. Some people say that the division commander has mutated into a zombie, and some people say that they saw all the officers in charge of the division fleeing in helicopters.

But there is one thing in common. Soon after the start of the war, the various units of our division fell into the dilemma of running out of ammunition and without logistical support.

I can't even drink saliva.

Some comrades-in-arms were stationed at the location, and there was a supermarket next to it, but no one dared to get out of the car and leave the protection of the steel body - the supermarket was crowded with zombies.

Complete one's misery. At that moment, there were screams on the radio - among us, there were still some infected lurkers, who had mutated, and they pounced on their comrades.

Inside the cramped tank, it is not even possible to dodge. One bad news after another came, a certain squad was bitten 3, the platoon commander of a certain platoon was shot dead by his brothers after mutating, and many comrades-in-arms who were suspected of being infected were tied up. …,

We were even less manned, and fear, doubt, and uneasiness permeated our comrades-in-arms.

No one dares to trust anyone easily. A single cough will trigger several guns pointed at you.

In desperation, the screen in the car flashed, and an order was given:

"Retreat."

And then there are four more words: "each fights for itself"

Then, the screen on the console dimmed, and no matter how much you called, there was no response.

I don't know who in the division headquarters issued this final order before dying or turning into a zombie.

The possibility of leaving the dead city did not cheer up the warriors.

Where to go?

Where to go?

Where is it safe?

Nothing in this land is safe.

Even with full fuel, the Type 99 can only run more than 450 kilometers, and then what? Sitting in the car waiting to die?

A soldier hesitated: "When Yang Xu, the deputy chief of staff of the 38th Army, passed through our defense line, he said that he would take the people to the Shijingshan area temporarily, where there is one of their logistics supply points. Why don't we go there too? ”

It seems that this is the only way out.

The diesel engines roared again, the comrades were leaving, yes, since they were leaving, and we-me, the commander, the driver and our tanks would stay.

Because we don't want to harm our comrades.

I could feel the inside of my body rotting, stinking, mutating.

The commander was already lying on the console, motionless.

The driver was fiddling with the Type 92 pistol, and when he looked up at me, I saw black liquid coming out of the corner of his eye.

The end of ours has come.

The cries of our comrades-in-arms were heard on the radio, calling us to leave together.

I turned off the station.

Without hearing our reply, our comrades seemed to understand what was going on inside our silent tank.

Similar scenes have occurred many times in the units under the division's jurisdiction.

The whole car of warriors has turned into zombies.

The tanks roared, and one by one left the overpass.

I don't know, how many of my comrades-in-arms survived to reach that supply point, and even if they did, how long would they live.

I fired the last shot of the missile and stuffed it into the chamber.

The driver coughed and muttered: "We closed the hatch too early, and all the bullets from the anti-aircraft machine gun were wasted." ”

I was about to say crush the zombies with the last remaining oil, and my throat was fishy and a mouthful of blood spewed out - no, it wasn't blood, but rotting stinking guts and liquid.

"It's too late." I muttered.

As soon as the driver raised his hand, a gunshot rang out inside the closed tank.

A stream of brains mixed with broken bones splashed on my face.

The commander just got up from the console and tried to pounce on me. was shot dead by the driver.

Commander, has mutated.

The driver raised his gun: "I'm going first." "I took the gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger.

My eyes blackened, and bloodthirsty impulses tried to take over my body and take control of my brain.

I struggled to break off the gun that was clenched in the driver's hand and stuffed it into my mouth without even wiping it.

The icy barrel slammed against the teeth with a stiff scraping sound.

I closed my eyes.

But he opened it again.

I put down my gun, sat back down in front of the console, and lay on the scope - I was going to shoot the last shot of the missile.

Kill one more zombie. Those who are still alive have one more hope of survival.

I pressed the launch button.

......"Exactly, he did not press the launch button, because at that very moment, the biochemical virus completely infected him, he, became a voter. Wang Lu said.

Mu Yuan has not yet woken up from Wang Lu's narration of "24 hours of biochemical apocalypse of a tank soldier", and he has snapped. A few crisp clappings rang out from the other side of the drain. …,

"Wonderful, wonderful, just wonderful. I have never seen a messenger who can tell such a wonderful picture of the memories that the minds of the electorate are a mess. ”

Mu Yuan shone the flashlight in the direction of the sound, and there, a figure in a bloated cotton jacket flashed out from the other end of the pipe.

Wang Lu was not surprised. He raised his hand: "Hello girl, thank you for the compliment, the story just now has been processed by me a little art, and it is smiling and generous." ”

Hunched over from the other end of the pipe was a female messenger. A head of hair tucked into a cotton hat, I can't see the length of it, he is a little small, the bridge of his nose is quite high, and the female envoy said heartily: "You should be the prophet Wang Lu from the south, right?" I've heard your name a long time ago. Recently, we have rarely seen our partners who have gone north, and I heard Xu Jie - oh. It's the one who brought you into the drain, he's a little quick-tempered, but he's not a bad person, and you've been with him for a long time, and you'll understand - I've heard that there are a few new friends in the suburbs, so I guessed it might be you. The shadow of the tree of the name of man, before you have come, this great name has already spread to us. I just heard you tell the story of that tank crew. Sure enough, it lives up to its name. It's a bit like watching a blockbuster. ”

Wang Lu nodded: "Actually, this girl doesn't need to explain, I have already sensed his kindness from Xu Jie's brain waves, as you said, he is a knife mouth tofu heart." I don't know what this girl is called? ”

"My name is Huang Yinfeng." The messenger said, "Come with me, it's not safe here." ”

Wang Lu was as good as a stream, and immediately commanded the zombies under his command to follow him, and followed Huang Yinfeng, and Mu Yuan also followed closely.

Huang Yinfeng and Wang Lu walked in front, she glanced back at Mu Yuan, and said to Wang Lu: "Your blood servant is really good. ”

It's not the first time that Wang Lu has heard the term blood servant, and on the way north, raising old humans to obtain their endless blood is a method used by more and more intelligent corpses.

Huang Yinfeng said: "We also raised some blood servants, but, you know, blood servants are too difficult to take care of, spoiled food, lack of fresh air, and dirty drinking water will all affect their blood production." We've had a blood supply here for a while. The artillery of the fort is so fierce that it is almost entirely theirs during the day, and the electorate alone will not be able to do anything, out of our control, they are not much smarter than pigs, and it is becoming more and more difficult to gather food, and the fortress would rather blow up the storehouse to pieces than let a grain fall into our hands. ”

Wang Lu listened to Huang Yinfeng's fluent speech, looked at her face that was a little dull but normal, sensed her brain waves, and could tell that her IQ awakening was extremely high, not much worse than herself, but such a smart messenger was pressed and beaten by the old humans in the fortress.

It seems that Yang Xu, the chief of staff of the 38th Army in the memory of the tank soldier zombie, with a group of ordinary people and remnants of the defeated generals, really broke out of a way to survive.

Not only did they build a fortress, but they even found a set of effective methods of warfare against the electors and messengers of the old human race, which crushed the voters and messengers in the capital, so that they could only operate underground during the day.

Wang Lu pondered while following Huang Yinfeng, turning around the curve, only knowing that the drainage channel was getting bigger and bigger, and finally, Huang Yinfeng stood in front of a door, she said, "It's here." ”

The door opened, Wang Lu narrowed his eyes, it was the subway.

I'm standing in a subway tunnel.

The tunnel was crowded with voters, smelling the breath of life on Mu Yuan's body, they were in a commotion, and Huang Yinfeng shouted sharply: "Quiet! Get out of the way and stay out of the way. ”

Under the impact of her brain waves, the oncoming voters got out of the way, but a hundred meters away, more voters were squeezing over, Huang Yinfeng was a little annoyed, out of the range of his own brain wave induction, the voters were not controlled, because there were too many voters in the tunnel, and under the headless crowding, Huang Yinfeng stumbled and fell to the ground.

Stretching out her arm, Wang Lu helped her up: "Be careful." ”

Then, a thought far beyond the power of Huang Yinfeng's brain waves spread, calming the commotion of the voters.

Wang Lu's sensing range is not larger than Huang Yinfeng's, 100 meters, which seems to be the limit of the control range of a single messenger's brain waves, but the frequency of his brain waves is significantly higher than Huang Yinfeng's, and the voters are more obedient.

Huang Yinfeng stood up, thanked Wang Lu, and then sighed again: "Because we haven't eaten blood food for a long time, our brain waves are getting weaker and weaker, although we have been eating canned meat food, but the effect is far less than fresh blood food." She glanced at Mu Yuan again: "I really envy you, you have such a healthy blood servant." She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick the corners of her mouth.

Wang Lu said suddenly: "His name is Mu Yuan, and he is not my blood servant." ”

Huang Yinfeng was stunned: "What did you say?" She asked incredulously.

Wang Lu said calmly: "Mu Yuan is not my blood servant, he is my companion and my friend. ”rq