I couldn't help but look at the armored troops outside the toll booth, and after just one glance, my eyes widened - the road extension of the toll booth was lying with the wreckage of many cars, the wreckage of cars shredded by shells, and some vehicles, still burning and billowing black smoke.

I bet the black stuff scattered along the highway is a human stump!

Fuck me! Fuck me! The garrison of the toll booth is shooting at the people! Those vehicles are all ordinary private cars!

A wave of anger jumped from my heart, and my forehead was bruised, fuck, who's the commander here?! Lao Tzu is going to collapse him! He actually dared to shoot at the common people!

But I quickly calmed down again, and there was something strange about this!

We are the people's soldiers, and the name of the soldiers is not called, if there is really an order from the official, the soldiers under his command shoot at the people for no reason, they must be shot by someone.

I suddenly remembered the division commander's order to fire, that strange and somewhat absurd order, and it seemed that there was a faint answer.

At this moment, suddenly, a van drove from the front, and the car drove crookedly like a child's remote-controlled toy car.

The loudspeaker at the toll booth suddenly sounded: "Attention vehicles ahead!" Note! Stop now! Stop now! ”

The van was still moving forward one by one, and the warning sounded again: "If you don't stop again, we're going to shoot!" ”

This is not to scare people, I saw from a distance that the soldiers and soldiers at the toll booth were raising their guns, the anti-aircraft machine guns were already flat, and the muzzles of the tanks were moving.

Faced with a van, the warriors were like a great enemy.

My palms were sweaty, and my eyes were staring at the van unblinking, but for some reason, the plain van in my eyes was more terrifying than the M1A1 tank of the Bald Eagle, our imaginary enemy in training.

The van is still on its way.

"Da-da-da-da." A burst of gunfire. Puffs of smoke and dust splashed in front of the van!

Warning shot!

However, the van did not stop. It's still slowly moving on.

At the sound of the order, automatic rifles, machine guns, and anti-aircraft machine guns rained down.

Almost in a matter of seconds, the van was smashed into a pile of rotten iron sheets, and smoke was emitting from the front of the van. Stopped.

I was half-open and couldn't breathe.

Did they kill someone? They killed!

No matter how many people were in the van, they were all dead now! Dead! The body of the car was shot like a honeycomb, and the hot bullet tore the car body as easily as a hot knife stabbed butter, and the people inside were shot by the high machine, not much stronger than a toothpick

A carload of people, just like that, died.

That's when it happened. The unbelievable scene happened in front of me - there was a sudden shake in the van, and then several people climbed out of the broken windows.

What kind of people are they?!

One of them was wounded in the abdomen, and a large string of intestines dragged out, and when he climbed out of the window, a piece of intestines hung on the window, but he didn't care, and got up clumsily when he landed. The intestines hung from the car window to the ground, but he was still moving forward, as if it was not the intestines that fell under his feet. It's a waistband of trousers.

There was also a large wound on the face of the woman - but the wound was obviously not caused by a bullet, but as if it had been gnawed by some animal, and one of her feet was missing, it was caused by an anti-aircraft machine gun bullet, and the white stubble of the bone was exposed at the fracture, but she was still walking forward step by step, and the broken bone poked into the ground, as if it had nothing to do with herself.

More figures emerged from the van like a broken tin box, all with wounds on their bodies—definitely fatal. But they're still moving forward.

If I hadn't seen the shooting with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a movie stunt shot. …,

No one would have been injured so badly and not die.

Unless, they're not people!

At another command, the gunfire rang out again.

This time it was not a burst, but a few bursts.

I could clearly see that the woman's chest and shoulders with the broken leg burst out with several blood flowers that marked the impact of the bullet. However, she only shook her body a few times, and continued to limp forward, only to get a bullet to shoot her in the head. She just fell.

It was apparently not the first time that the guards at the toll booth had done this work, and several good marksmen had headshot the rest of the men one by one.

After the last shot, the front of the toll booth was quiet again, only the van was still crackling and burning.

I don't know how many brothers in the whole division saw this scene, but when I got back into the car, I saw the commander and driver with the same blue faces, and I only held back four words: "Biochemical zombies!" ”

Just as the division commander said, there were other troops in the capital, and we could hear the firing of the 05 self-propelled guns from time to time, and we also saw one or two straight ten flying at low altitude.

My chariot, along with more than 10 tanks in the company, was ordered to hold on to an overpass on the outskirts of Beijing, and the order was simple - no vehicles and pedestrians were allowed to pass through the overpass.

If anyone breaks in, shoot.

Shoot.

Yes, shoot.

Just like what we saw at the toll booth, shooting.

Just like the gunshots we heard everywhere after we entered the city, shoot.

I know, I'm going to shoot. And even if necessary, there will be a cannon.

Not only I will, but the commander and the driver will be.

Because the young people of our generation have all watched the series of "Resident Evil" movies, and no one knows better than us what biochemical zombies are.

More than 10 tanks lined up on the overpass, and now, no vehicles or even pedestrians appeared, thinking about coming in the city center, there are more bayonets, blocking everything with guns.

Sappers are busy under the overpass, they are laying out explosives, and if they can't hold it, then blow up the bridge.

I suddenly felt like laughing - blowing up bridges is useless for zombies.

Only headshots.

Of course, it's best to get a headshot before mutating, and after mutating into a zombie, it's too risky.

I glanced at the commander, who was armed with a Type 92 self-defense weapon.

And the Type 95 for me and the driver, on the gun carriage on the inner wall of the tank.

The use of the Type 95 inside the tank was much less convenient than the Type 92.

The commander, who had been staring at the data display, suddenly said: "You kid is good at artillery, but you are terrible at shooting with small arms, and you have been a soldier for so many years." I haven't won an excellent one. ”

I was startled, and was about to reflexively grab the Type 95 on the gun rack, the commander had already raised his head, and his nostrils were in. Bleeding - black blood.

He smiled, his smile so bleak: "If you want to kill me, you'd better hurry, when I mutate, it's too late." ”

My hands froze on the spot, and a stupid phrase came out of my mouth: "You know what I'm going to do? ”

Che Zi sniffed: "Lao Tzu is not an idiot again, it's clear." The truck driver who bit me last night was a zombie, and I've been tricked. He turned his head and said to the driver, "You kid was also tricked, right?" Still having a fever? ”

The driver's face turned white: "I don't know, I just know that I really want to eat you two now." ”

The commander looked at me: "Go and report to the squad leader, neither of us can do it." Before we mutate, give us a good one. ”

I suddenly threw the Type 95 I was already holding in my hand to the floor and laughed hysterically: "Fuck. Why are the three of us so unlucky? ”

I rolled up my sleeves to reveal a tooth mark on my arm, that tooth mark. Black liquid is oozing: "This is the truck driver who bites." ”…,

I, the commander, and the driver were all laughing in the car.

After stopping a meaningless laugh, I asked the commander, "What to do?" Do you want to report to the division commander? ”

The commander shook his head: "There's no need for that, I later received several orders, ordering all the people with a cold and fever to be concentrated, and if there are people who have been bitten in the battle, after taking control measures as soon as possible, they will also be dealt with in a unified and centralized manner - the leaders are not fools, they know what is happening in the capital, and they also know what is happening in our troops." ”

The driver muttered, "You say." How many people in our division got sick? ”

The commander hugged his head and said, "I don't know - a quarter of them are at least, or even more." ”

I smiled wryly and said, "However, it is estimated that there are very few people like us who have been recruited by a cart of combatants. I'm sorry, I hurt you, I didn't sneak in to check that truck, you wouldn't have been infected. I said to the captain.

The commander waved his hand: "Actually." I also had some cough when I woke up this morning. ”

There was silence in the car for a while, and after a while, I sighed: "What a domineering biochemical virus." ”

The commander suddenly stood up, closed the two hatches, took a handful of sheets, and smashed the door lock.

Boom, he threw his hand: "Just let us die in this tank, even if we die, we can't go out and harm people." ”

The driver muttered, "Are we going to kill ourselves now?" ”

The commander looked at me: "What are your plans?" ”

I felt my nostrils wet, and when I wiped my hands, I saw that they were black liquid. "Lao Tzu doesn't want to die now, before he dies, he always has to kill some zombies to not lose money."

The commander put the Type 92 in his hand on the floor: "If anyone mutates, the other two will kill him." In the end, the mutated person felt that something was wrong and committed suicide. ”

"Medium!" The driver and I both nodded.

We put grenades into the chamber - the anti-aircraft machine gun is no longer usable because of the closed hatch - and in the face of zombies, armor-piercing shells are probably even more unsuitable, grenades can at least tear the bodies of zombies, even if they do not have a headshot, they can seriously affect their activities.

We were on the outskirts of the city, listening to the sound of gunfire in the city, and from time to time there were teams coming in from other places, but there were not many of them, and the largest convoy was only a battalion-sized convoy. There were clearly not enough of their vehicles, and some fighters sat on the roofs of tanks and armored vehicles, holding guns, silently watching our tanks, passing by.

I can guess the reason - it's not that the troops around the capital happen to be in live-fire training, and when the biochemical virus breaks out, the dense soldiers in the barracks have a higher rate of infecting each other, and in the midst of a hectic mess, it is not easy to bring out the team, organize the equipment, and bring the team all the way to the capital in the absence of logistics.

What's even sadder is that God knows how many fighters in the team have been infected, but they just haven't shown symptoms yet.

No one knows how this biochemical virus appeared, and I suspect that the air is full of biochemical virus pathogens, otherwise, how to explain such a ferocious infection rate.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it anymore, the only thing we have left to do is fight.

Suddenly. I noticed that the gunfire from the city had disappeared.

I listened closely—the gunfire was still there, but the gunfire suddenly stopped in an area in front of us.

I swallowed my saliva - lost?

Are all the lines of defense in front of you finished?

Next, it's our turn.

The commander, who had been staring at the periscope, suddenly said, "It's here!" ”

I pounced on the lower anti-stabilized scope – and sure enough. In the distance, black spots popped up at the extension of the overpass to the city. …,

The 125 mm high-pressure smoothbore tank gun turned slowly under my operation, and I calmly reported the words that had been reported countless times in training: "The target has entered the aiming line." ”

"Wait for the order to shoot." The car captain said.

The commander of the second company was in charge of the overpass position, and I don't know why our company commander was not in charge of the command, the only explanation is that it was during the operation to contain a patient with a high fever last night. It is likely that the company commander was one of the containment subjects.

The target in the scope is getting clearer.

It was a convoy, led by several ZSL92 wheeled infantry fighting vehicles, and behind it, there were black pressed social vehicles.

I asked the commander, "Do you want to change the armor-piercing shell?" The grenade is not very good against the Type 92. ”

Before the commander could reply, the radio suddenly called, in plain language.

"I am Yang Xu, deputy chief of staff of the 113th Division of the 38th Group Army, and I am evacuating with the masses in our defense area. Which troops are ahead? Please get out of the way. His voice was full of exhaustion.

It's people. Not zombies.

38th Army - the garrison of the capital.

After the outbreak of the biochemical virus, they have been fighting at the forefront and core of the capital. But now, this ace army can't stand it.

The evacuation of the masses in the defense area shows that they have completely lost.

An order came from the radio from the commander of the second company: "Please pass at an even speed." ”

The convoy led by Yang Xu, deputy chief of staff of the 113th Division, continued to move forward, and I could clearly see the figures of ordinary people in those social vehicles in my scope, a man driving a silver Elantra, crying while driving, big tears dripping from his face; In an SUV, the sunroof was opened, and a woman leaned out of the window like a madman. I couldn't hear what she was yelling at because of the distance, but just by looking into her eyes, I knew that the fear and despair that had penetrated deep into her bone marrow had completely knocked her down.

More on the face. It's all dead faces. They're just more breathless than zombies.

I suddenly couldn't help it, and grabbed the radio: "Chief of Staff Yang, what happened?" What's going on in the capital?! ”

"He's dead." Yang Xu didn't hide anything, he reported his name.

That's a well-known national leader.

But that's not all.

"They're dead too."

is another string of names, all of which are big names on the news broadcast every day.

Yang Xu finally said: "My soldiers are all gone, yesterday when I was rescuing the people, many soldiers were bitten, at that time we were not sure that it was a biochemical virus, so more soldiers were attacked by their mutated comrades next to their beds in their sleep." There is no ammunition, no logistics, there are zombies everywhere, and if you kill one zombie, more zombies will pop up, and if a defense line is breached, the soldiers there will also become zombies. There are fewer and fewer of our fighters, but there are more and more zombies on the opposite side, and even the comrades who were fighting side by side with you a moment ago have turned into zombies and pounced on you. ”

"The only thing I can do now is to take the people we rescued and move them to safety." He smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't know where it's safe. ”

The fleeing convoy passed through our defensive line, and Chief of Staff Yang suddenly said as he said goodbye to us: "You guys should go too, the capital, you can't hold it." The city center has all fallen, how long can you hold out with such a thin line of defense? Let's go, let's go, this is no longer a war as we understand it, all previous combat training, useless in this war. Retreat, retreat to safety, find new ways to fight zombies, and come back to fight. ”

I have to say, his words are very reasonable.

However, the commander of the second company refused, for the simple reason - there was no order from the superiors.

If you retreat without an order, you are a deserter. …,

We will never be deserters, even in the face of zombies.

After the fleeing convoy left, the commander of the second company issued a series of combat orders.

Let's go! Even if you die, you have to kill a few more zombies.

The commander suddenly said: "The divisional combat command has not contacted us for a while. ”

As soon as he said that, I also noticed it, and it seemed that the division headquarters was also more auspicious.

On the empty overpass, the heat wave caused the light to change the line, and the road surface was twisting and shaking when you looked at it.

In the scope, a small shadow appeared.

The shadows flickered, getting closer, clearer and clearer.

That's a little girl.

7 or 8 years old.

Wearing a small checkered skirt with a four-leaf clover printed on it.

The little girl was barefoot, and her shoes ran away at some point.

With her arms outstretched, she staggered towards the defense.

The commander suddenly scolded: "Damn, kid, run!" Run! ”

I saw through the scope that behind the child, hundreds of meters away, a group of black and pressed figures emerged - zombies, many, many zombies.

The zombie hordes are chasing the little girl's figure and rushing towards our defensive line.

I pressed my finger on the launch button: "Do you want to fire?" ”

The commander categorically objected: "No! It's too close! Shrapnel could have injured the child by mistake! ”

At this moment, I suddenly saw from the scope that a figure had climbed out of a Type 99 tank next door and ran towards the little girl—it was the commander of the second company. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )