The dying giant spider tried to get up, but a 0.303-inch British munition burrowed into its basketball-sized head from dozens of meters away, shattering its heavy carapace defenses into a pulp, ending the beast's life - a masterpiece that Vasa had done with a survivor rifle.

"Well done gentlemen!" The sergeant wiped the blood from his face and shouted at the mercenaries in the car, "Now get the fuck out of here and help!" ”

Several people hurriedly stepped out of the Humvee CA17 and immediately threw themselves into the work of helping nearby vehicles and companions in distress. Fortunately, the soldiers at the front used some heavy machine guns and a few towed guns to form a powerful firepower network, and intercepted most of the insect tide charging towards the convoy for the mercenaries with poor combat quality in the rear of the convoy, otherwise these mercenaries who had only received emergency training for a few days were likely to completely collapse under the double blow of the frontal insect tide and the surprise attack ambush.

While there are occasional smaller giant beetles that are lucky enough to make their way through the dense web of fire, they are often spotted immediately by mercenaries in the rear and smashed into pieces of flesh with pump-activated shotguns.

After taking out the bugs that were lying in ambush in the dirt at the rear of the convoy in an attempt to sneak up on humans, the sergeant's miss, who had received orders from the commander, asked the medic to hastily bandage the breach in her head, and then led several passengers from CA17 to the front of the battle line to assist the army in fending off the charging bug tide if necessary.

And the closer they got to the front, the stronger the sound of powerful artillery fire echoed in their ears, and when Vasa and the unlucky ones passed by several towed guns dragged by Humvees, several deafening shelling sounds happened to come from the mouths of these beasts with slender cannon bodies, and the huge impact force stirred up a circle of wavy dust on the ground, and the roar of the loud cannonballs even made a burst of echoes on the vast plains, and even the endless earth under their feet had to shake for three points!

When a few people arrived at the front of the convoy, they found that there were actually quite a few mercenaries who had been summoned in the open space next to them, and many of them were familiar faces—but their leading non-commissioned officers were all rough men with thick voices and knotted muscles, and it seemed that there was only one woman, Miss Sergeant.

The mercenaries, who had not yet received the next order, gathered in groups to smoke and chat, and the atmosphere was as relaxed as if they were going out on an autumn outing, and the non-commissioned officers who led the team did not bother to pay attention to these muddy guys who couldn't support the wall, and they all leaned on the side of the car and closed their eyes to recuperate—it made people wonder how these non-commissioned officers rested as if no one was resting in the noisy sound of gunfire that could destroy anyone's will—and there was even a guy with a pinch of mustache who actually stood and dozed off!

Miss Sergeant, who led the team of the mercenaries of CA17, did not allow Jacob and the unlucky to be loosely disbanded and run around, but found a large stone in the shape of a millstone on the side, and the mercenaries who were left with four people to rest after the unlucky guy with the broken arm that was stuffed into the medical cart by the medics.

But the stone had been blotted hot by the rare autumn sun—a good barbecue, but you wouldn't want to sit on it—especially when you saw Vasa spitting on it and it was immediately roasted.

Of course, this hot stone is not easy to sit on, and it is still possible to barely stand on it and watch the battle situation not far away.

The unlucky ones stepped on the stones and watched the battle line ahead, but as far as the eye could see, there were dense insects, and the green grass that used to grow on the ground seemed to have been submerged under their hard feet.

Most of the man-like crashes into the convoy were burrowing bugs the size of goats, with the occasional handful of giant spiders in tow.

These cold-blooded bugs covered the hills, their hideous fangs and hard carapace reflecting a glowing sea under the sun - the army's towed artillery didn't need to be aimed at all, just a shell in the general direction would always tear a large hole in the swarm, turning the stupid bugs within the effective killing range of the shell into a disgusting pile of mud.

Bugs near the edge of the explosion looked slightly better, but burrowing bugs, whose entrails had been shattered by the shockwave, would soon stop in the pain of their hearts, either smashed to pieces by large-caliber machine-gun bullets swept in front of them, or trampled into slimy meatloaf by their companions behind them. The giant spiders that charge with the insect tide are larger, but also more conspicuous, and will be set on fire almost as soon as they emerge, and then unwillingly fall to the ground with a bubbling and bleeding hole, and even crush a few unfortunate giant beetles or burrowing bugs around them.

Massive amounts of bugs were shattered into scraps of flesh and carapace shards by the fire, but many more continued to attack on the corpses of their companions, and endless milky cloudy worm blood even soaked the ground in front of them and flowed to the rocks that Vasa was treading on - but these crazy creatures still rushed towards the convoy without hesitation!

The army that blocked the pass was able to smash all these giant insects that had been forced together to smithereens with their firepower—and these bugs were clearly suicidal!

", what's going on, are these things evil?" The veteran squinted his eyes and the expression on his face seemed to be very surprised.

"Who knows," Vasa touched his head, "isn't this a death?" ”

Surprisingly, the seemingly endless influx of insects stopped after a dozen minutes, with only the occasional sporadic bug emerging from the ruins of buildings on the outskirts of the town trying to make their way through the narrow mountain pass, which was heavily blocked by vehicles and troops.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief - but a giant spider with a strange behavior and a mutilated body staggered from behind a half-collapsed concrete load-bearing wall, staggered slowly towards the convoy and immediately attracted everyone's attention - this guy seemed strange?

"Da-da-" An impatient Heavy fired a shuttle of bullets at the monster, and the bright, large-caliber machinegun bullet pulled a dazzling ray of light in mid-air, opening several fist-sized openings through the giant spider that staggered forward, and even breaking two of its forelimbs.

Traumatized, it leaned back, and continued to swing its broken, bleeding leg as if it were painless, dragging its massive body to draw a straight line of blood on the dilapidated pavement, and slowly crawling towards the convoy - and the stinking, blackened strange liquid that flowed from the severed limbs and gunshot wounds - this should not have happened!

"Boom!"

A light tank at the front of the convoy roared under its command, and the cannonballs fired accurately hit the somewhat uneasy fellow, blowing it into countless pieces of minced flesh, and some of the stronger carapace was even thrown into the air at a height of tens of meters, and it stopped in mid-air for a few seconds before falling heavily - coincidentally, the giant spider's head happened to be thrown near the unlucky guy, and the passengers called CA17 and the sergeant who led the team were startled.

The giant spider's massive head was well preserved, except that the shiny compound eyes had lost their glossy pure black hue and were instead occupied by an ominous dirty white, and the exposed flesh had lost its carapace cover and had taken on a deep grayish-yellow rotten hue—it had long since died no longer anymore, but the sharp serrated scythe that clinged to the sides of its lifeless head was still opening and closing, as if it was still trying to bite something!

It's a fucking zombie bug!

"Look, gentlemen!" Miss Sergeant spit out the dog's tail grass in her mouth and pulled the bandage that was a little tight on her head, "Your lover has come out to meet us!" ”

Tens of thousands of stinking bugs emerged from the ruins three hundred meters away!

Most of these monsters infected by the zombie virus are mutilated, and their steps are unusually heavy and slow - but they have no pain, no fear of death, and no fear of sacrifice!

Nothing can stop their determined strides—only a shattered death—but before they can be tossed into a terrifying wave, dragging their stiff, lifeless and evil bodies, hoping nothing more than to tear and swallow your sweet flesh into their bellies!

Heavy artillery fire and gunfire filled the narrow plain once more, but the soulless rotting corpse worms' hearts were long gone—they had already died once, and even if they were only half of their bodies left, they would crawl towards you with their blackened organs and intestines all over the place—not to mention the cold monsters that would make anyone fearful!

60 km away, the Central Administration Tower, the No. 3 Gathering Place.

"Mayor Mare!" Andra, the secretary, hurriedly pushed open the door to the mayor's office, looking a little anxious.

"What's wrong?" Landry put down the papers in his hand and looked up at Andra, who was panting, "Maybe you can knock on the door next time you come in, friend, because that won't scare me—you know I have a heart attack, right?" ”

"Mayor Mare," Andra reassured, "there's new news from the army ahead, and bad news!" ”

"What!" Landry jumped up from his chair - no wonder bird poop fell on his head when he went out this morning, "Say it!" ”

"The bugs in Yakali Town are infected with the zombie virus!" Andra took two steps back, silently wiping away the spittle that Landry had spit on his clothes.

"!" The old mayor was furious, "Wasn't the zombie virus before that infect bugs?" — Why didn't you just call me to inform, but let you run over and tell me? ”

"Maybe the virus has mutated." Andra quietly took two more steps back, a little farther away from the screaming and jumping old man, "The reason why I have come to inform you is precisely because of your heart disease. ”

"!" Landry thumped the table in exasperation, then sat back in his chair in despair.

Tossing his lucky coin, Landry slapped it on the table and sighed, "Shit virus, good luck to them." ”

Mr. Unlucky Guy, who was standing on the big rock and watching, was almost frightened by this terrifying scene, and several of his companions around him also frowned, as if they were a little worried about whether the army in front of him could resist it.

"Uh-h

"Rookies, we've got work to do!" The sergeant's young lady, who jumped off the big stone, smiled heartily. "I hope you'll be able to eat tonight."

"What are we going to do?" Unlucky Guy jumped down from the boulder with his pumped shotgun in his arms, and he looked around and saw that many of the mercenaries in the clearing had gathered loosely under the scolding of their respective non-commissioned officers, and were walking towards the rear of the convoy - seemingly in the same direction that Miss Sergeant had led them to.

"You'll know when you get there." Miss Sergeant glanced at him and pointed to his right hand, "Never put your finger on the trigger until you aim at your target, even if you have the insurance open,—— unless you want to 'accidentally' kill someone you don't like, understand?" ”

The unlucky guy was a little embarrassed, and quickly removed his index finger pressed on the trigger.

"Very well, let's go, recruits." The sergeant clapped her hands and told the passengers of the Hummer CA17 to keep up with her.

There was still some distance from the rear of the convoy, and the few people who were hurrying could already hear the sporadic gunfire ahead, and when the unlucky and Vasa got around a Humvee that obscured their view, it was immediately clear what their mission was aiming for—it was clear that they needed to stop the stupid zombies who were attracted by the sound of artillery fire after staying in place for too long—to be precise, the stupid zombies roaming the mountains.

"Stand in a row for me! What, scared? Miss Sergeant mercilessly taunted her bloodless men, "Do you need me to call your mother?" Maybe they'll take a helicopter to pick up their baby home. ”

"Of course, I'm kidding." The sergeant smiled at them, then continued to sneer meanly with a non-warm expression, "Because I don't have the time to call your old mother, and your old mother will never come to you in a helicopter—the only helicopter in the gathering place broke down a few years ago!" ”

"You're just a bunch of waste, a bunch of seeds!" With her hands behind her back, the sergeant rounded up the four mercenaries who were standing in a row, staring at their faces that were a little enraged by the excessive insults, and laughed coldly.

"Now, here's your chance to prove it!" The sergeant's lady stopped in front of Vaasa, and although she was a little short in height compared to Vasa, her burning gaze was too much to look at: "Do you want to be a fucking despised softball for the rest of your life, or do you want to be a qualified soldier, answer me out loud, gentlemen!" ”

"Answer me!" Miss Sergeant roared at Vasa.

"I'm going to be a soldier!" Vasa, who was looking ahead, puffed out his chest and grabbed the survivor rifle in his hand.

Miss Sergeant nodded and walked over to the next person.

"I'm going to be a soldier!" Mr. "Squirrel", a tribal remnant who said his name in the conversation he had just spoken, raised his head and shouted out the answer in his heart.

"Very well—" Miss Sergeant stopped in front of the veteran Jacob again. "What about you?"

"A soldier, of course, beautiful young lady!" Jacob's face was serious.

"I'm glad you answered—" Miss Sergeant smiled, a lovely smile,—— of course, pretended, "but I hate flamboyant fellows!" ”

Miss Sergeant punched old fritter Jacob in the chest—the hapless man standing next to him knew that it must have hurt, for the one-eyed veteran's face turned purple all at once.

The sergeant who came to the unlucky man looked the thin young man up and down, stared into his eyes, and after a while slowly spoke, "What about you, Mr. Wimpy Kid?" ”

"Be a soldier, ma'am!"

The unlucky egg screamed these words in a rounded voice, in response to her somewhat contemptuous scorn.

He felt a fire burning in his chest—a raging flame that dispelled all fear and uneasiness in his heart!

"Very good—" Miss Sergeant pulled open the safety of the automatic rifle and smiled genuinely for the first time, "and now I command you to kill all these-- ”