The situation of the refugees is very worrying, and the 60,000 people in the camp are very short of food and drink, and many of them are lying on the ground with their stomachs clutched.

Peyton wonders why they don't hide in the house, and is told that there is no heating in the house and no fire, so they can only stay on the street.

And there are corpses in many houses in this small city, and they are reluctant to come into contact with corpses, fearing that they will be infected.

There are also a lot of improvised stills in the camp that are used to filter the seemingly clean water.

Many people waited next to the still, taking a sip of water to satisfy their hunger when they had no food.

Most of the water will be given priority to the soldiers in charge of the battle, as they need it more.

The people in the camp are organizations that have struggled for ten days to find, and they are certainly not stupid, and they can live longer by prioritizing their limited resources to those responsible for protecting them.

As Peyton approached the stills, an old man wrapped in thick clothes enthusiastically filled him with a glass of water he had just been waiting for, and wanted to hand it to him.

Although he hadn't drunk water for so long, he was thirsty, but the kettle on his body still had a nutrient solution to drink, so he politely refused the water handed by the old man.

Looking at the miserable situation of the people here, Peyton has a clearer understanding of the sense of responsibility that is pressing on his shoulders.

"Quiet! Be quiet! ”

The soldiers in the camp had already arranged the manpower to strengthen the defensive line, and at this time, an officer stepped on the jeep and came to the center of the crowd, counting the number of people with the soldiers.

"There will be a plane to take people away after 30 minutes, people under the age of 15 are given priority, and only those under the age of 6 can be accompanied by parents!"

The officer, dressed in a green camouflage uniform, held a loudspeaker and shouted out to the group of survivors who looked at him.

"People between the ages of 15 and 25 were evacuated in the second group, and those aged 25-40 were evacuated in the third group! Anyone caught lying about their age will be executed, and that's not a joke! ”

This arrangement made some people complain, but many more expressed understanding.

In particular, the small number of elderly people who survived the 10-day crisis better understand the purpose of this arrangement.

The world has become like this, it is better to let the younger people live, so that there can be a future.

There was still a lot of noise in the camp, and the half-grown children in the crowd and the parents accompanying the children slowly walked out of the crowd and gathered in the vacated space in the center of the square.

By this time, a white light had already grown in the distance of the sky, and the belated morning light had dispelled the darkness and made the camp more and more lively, and the hustle and bustle seemed to turn this place into a market.

Six Kun-style fighters flew in a line in the sky, and the fighters dispersed as they approached the sky over the city, moving towards the periphery of the city.

Peyton looked up along with the survivors below, and after a mushroom cloud representing an explosion rose at the edge of the city, a communication from Captain Antoine was also heard from inside his helmet.

"Assemble at the marked location and prepare for battle!"

After a night of traveling, the largest wave of corpses gathered in the Electric Eel Country has approached the small city, trying to destroy the last of the large-scale gathering places.

"Fire!"

Rumble!

When Peyton arrived at the helmet's marker, the last few guns of the Electric Eel military were fired at the sound of the command.

Sparse shells slashed across the roof of the building and landed 33 kilometers away in the crowd of corpses, blasting some of the zombies into pieces of minced flesh.

Antoine saw that all the members of the team except for the medical soldier Jones had gathered, and immediately pointed to the direction of the artillery attack and said: "The encirclement of zombies is too scattered, there will be many zombies who have not been killed by the explosion to break through the blockade, we have to stop them from the first line of defense." ”

Zombies don't look like living people, and bomb fragments sometimes can't kill zombies, and the shock wave may not do much damage to them after some distance.

The zombies that surround the entire small city start in the millions, and they move fast and slowly, and they can't gather.

After the ammunition carried by the Kun fighter was thrown, it had to return to the flight, take the refugees to the shelter, and then fly back after a round of resupply.

There are a total of five batches of Kun fighters taking turns to alternate, and there may be zombies breaking through the blockade between the bombings, and then they will need to resist.

In one night, half of the 3,000 recruits of the special operations force were stopped outside the corpse group and were fighting the zombies, and the remaining half successfully arrived here by car, staying behind the defense line with the military soldiers of the Electric Eel Country.

Peyton was no exception, he also stayed behind the line, clenched his gun, and watched where the fire was burning and waited for the parasitic zombies to approach.

The presence of the refugees left a deep impression on him, and it was even more miserable than the world of the killers who were secretly controlled by the demons.

At no time did Peyton believe he was fighting for humanity as he did today, and one of his leaders, Big Kevin, had taught him by word and deed.

'The Umbrella Corporation fights for humanity, transforming the decaying world with visible speed, solving the problems of countless people's survival, and resolutely eradicating all unjust wars. ’

'Mr. Duncan can live a rich life with billions of dollars in his hands, but he does not associate with those vampires, but frequently goes to the front line to promote the progress of human civilization, and he is the greatest man he has ever met......

What we are fighting for is not politics, not money, but a recognition that we should all accept as human beings, for the future of mankind, for the glory of mankind! ’

Looking at the flames that exploded in the distance, Peyton couldn't help but be distracted, remembering the soul-striking emotions hidden in Big Brother Kevin's longing and fanatical eyes.

At this moment, he understood the meaning of that expression, and most intuitively felt the psychological state of Big Brother Kevin.

It was the eyes that suddenly saw the dawn in the gray world, bright and sincere, with an indomitable momentum.

This belief is preserved in the red and white umbrella-like badges, all of which exude the brightest sparkle in the depths of the human mind, transcending death and pain.

At this moment, Peyton understood a lot, and the trace of the soul of the second in his heart became introverted, and he had a deeper understanding of what he had done, and his heart became more determined.

Looking at the end of the field of vision, Peyton clenched his gun, the hidden tension in his chest completely gone, and even if he was about to die in the next moment, he could face it with relief and give the middle finger to death itself.

……

The eight Kun fighters that had completed the bomb dropping returned to the sky over the city, landed smoothly in the square where the refugees gathered, and began to lure the first batch of refugees to be evacuated to board the plane.

Shortly after the eight fighters left with a full load, the second batch of Kun fighters also arrived over the city, still going to drop all the air-dropped bombs in the cabin in the crowd of corpses before luring the refugees to the shelter.

The plane flew back and forth twice, and the corpse tide was bombed in all directions, and if one approached the area filled with gunsmoke, one could see a large number of zombies with a faint red glow stepping on the stumps and flesh of their companions like demons in hell, crawling out of the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The planes went round after round, and the scattered zombies who were lucky enough not to die in the bombing would be ignored, and they might have been scarred on their bodies, or had broken hands and feet, but they still crawled towards the city like episkeletons, trying to bite off the last bite of human flesh.

"They're coming!"

The scout reported the visual distance of the zombies to the colonel, the current highest-ranking colonel in the camp, and the colonel's orders were passed from one team to the other through the heralds.

The soldiers shouted one after another, reminding them to be vigilant against the attack of mutant zombies.

They had fought with the zombies for ten days, and they knew best how exaggerated the combat power of the mutants among the zombies was.

Most of the special mutant zombies that can survive the bombing of airplanes are definitely terrifying monsters that can resist bullet damage without dying!

Everyone was nervous, and that emotion affected Payton as well.

The defensive line he was in was on the eastern side of the city, on a two-lane road on the edge of the city, and he was joined by the rest of the squad and a squad of Electric Eel Soldiers.

They have very limited weapons and ammunition, not even heavy weapons to support them, and only one empty tank can be used as a steamroller.

Peyton was puzzled by the nervousness of the GIs, and the mutant zombies he had encountered so far could be solved by relying on ordinary firearms.

And the soldiers of the Electric Eel Country who have tanks are still nervous, and they can't help but wonder,

…… Maybe it's the lack of ammunition, or maybe it's something else.

In any case, Peyton believes that such a war will end with the help of the Umbrella Corporation and that the world will not need so much suffering!

"It's coming! Fire! ”

When the squad leader of the GI squad saw those scattered zombies appearing within 100 meters, he immediately shouted impatiently and opened fire.

He was the first to pull the trigger, and the C7 assault rifle in his hand, which was very similar to the M16, began to fire.

The shortage of ammunition made them extremely cautious every time they pulled the trigger, and the interval between each shot was long, but because of the large number of people who fired the shot, the sound gradually became one.

After the team members fired, Peyton also began to assist in shooting at the signal of the captain to deal with the zombies that appeared in front of the field of vision.

The zombies that survived the death bombing zone are all peculiar, and the proportion of tall mutants is far greater than the number of ordinary zombies.

Within five minutes of the shooting, Peyton saw six tall mutant zombies, whose bullets had hit their heads exactly over a hundred meters, but had not had the desired kill.

Later, they discovered that the weak point of the tall zombie was not in the head, but in the shoulder of the thick arm, there was a cyst that emitted a faint red light, and if it penetrated it, the arm of the tall zombie would easily break, and finally fall to the ground, and the body would be abandoned by the parasite.

In addition to the tall ones, new mutants appeared, and those mutants resembled muscular fat people without heads, with thick arms like thighs, and the positions that should have appeared in the head were replaced by high bulging muscles, and the legs were as thick as an elephant, about two and a half meters tall, but they did not run as bloated as their bodies, on the contrary, they moved very fast!

"That's TM's fat man! Kill them! ”

After the squad leader of the GI squad saw those nimble fat parasitic zombies, he seemed to have seen something terrible, pointed his finger at the zombies who were still very small in the field of vision, and turned his head to yell at the members of the special operations team.

This abnormal performance was surprising, but none of the members of the special operations team refused the suggestion to kill the zombies.

Li turned the accessories of the machine gun, held the machine gun steadily, and fired several rounds of small bursts at the fat zombies running in the distance.

More than 30 bullets hit all parts of the fat zombie's body one after another, and the fat zombie was beaten to the point that he staggered several steps, and a rapid flickering red light appeared in the abdomen of his body, and finally his body expanded rapidly, exploding into a sky of minced meat and white slime.

Seeing the fat zombie explode, the nervous squad leader finally settled down.

He was relieved, but the special operations team was frightened by the kind of zombies that could explode, and his head kept thinking, why can this parasite turn people into exploding biological bombs?

Are these parasites parasites, not some biological weapons?

Before they could think about it, an even more special zombie rushed out of the smoke.

It was on all fours, with randomly growing bones on its surface, as if it were made of bones, its body was full of deformed, twisted and growing dark red muscles, and its heart was wrapped in rough flesh like tree roots, and the exposed parts emitted a faint red light.

The combat helmet's magnifying function allows Payton to clearly see the way the monster is coming wildly.

It runs on all fours, and moves very quickly, judging from the dust it kicks up when it runs, this zombie must not be lightweight, and the density of its muscles and the strength of its bones may exceed the imagination of ordinary people.

Because Peyton saw a fragment stuck in the monster's shoulder......

In the face of such an oppressive mutant, he didn't dare to be careless, replaced the ammunition with a full-power bullet, and aimed at the special mutant who was going straight to shoot the bullets in the magazine.

The sharp bullet swirled and pierced the air, traversing a short distance of 100 meters, accurately hitting the head and heart of the mutant zombie, only to see the sparks sputtered off his body!

Bullets don't work against them!

Not only him, but the rest of the special operations team also discovered this, and they still didn't believe in evil and fired many more bullets, but these bullets were all blocked by the solid skin of the special mutant zombie who didn't know if it could be called skin.

Even if the sniper shot the monster in the eye with a precision marksman rifle, it still didn't close the damn yellow glowing eyes, and he couldn't just let it fall in the pace of the charge, and could only watch the strange mutant come to them fifty meters in a continuous rampage!

The soldiers of the Electric Eel Country seemed to have expected such a situation for a long time, and the tanks parked in the middle of the road began to move.

The squad leader also ran up to Peyton, pointing at the approaching mutant and shouting, "Keep drawing its attention with bullets, shoot it in the eye!" We can only crush it with tanks! ”

There was fear and hope in the veteran's eyes, he knew the monster, and he must have seen it, perhaps when it killed his comrades like wolves in the sheepfold.

Peyton froze in place, watching the veteran's eyes overflow with tears, and with a desire for life, like an ordinary person, he trembled and continued to run back to the firing point, pouring the few remaining bullets at the monster.