Reinforcements are already on their way, so what they have to do next is to preserve their strength and hold the last position under the siege of the zombie army.

The exterior walls are so smooth that even the most agile evolutionary zombies can't climb them.

They don't know how to use tools, so the only way to get up the stairs is the staircase made of red brick and cement.

Charging upwards, the ugly face hissed to the bottom.

It was cold, the dark red mud and blood were almost frozen, and some of the zombies were wearing shoes, some were barefoot.

The rumbling gunfire continued, and more figures fell as the chests of men and women, old and young, were pierced by bullets as blood splashed in their chests.

The staircase was so sturdy that it was hard to distinguish its original appearance after the struggle, like a heavily painted oil painting, full of viscous and deep colors.

Suddenly, it was closer to the bridge in hell, leading to death.

On the other end, it is connected to the new life.

Perhaps, they should have died long ago, otherwise they would not have found their way home in the desolate city.

They're too lonely.

The sky did not affect the battle, and the night came uninvited, like the pitch black when a rainstorm fell, and everything that was seen was blurred.

The warhead and the bones are entangled, adding to the chaos.

We can't do that anymore.

The fire was dazzling, blocking the view of onlookers.

Near, far away, there is still an endless sea of corpses.

Wang Tu went into the house and found all the quilts, clothes, and in the kitchen he found several jugs of soybean oil.

Pick them all out, first pick out the quilt and throw it down the stairs to the bottom, and then prick the big barrel of golden cooking oil with a military thorn to make a big hole, and throw it down the same.

He waved his hand to several mobilizers beside him.

They understood what the commander meant, and they took Molotov cocktails out of their satchels.

"One by one." The king said wearily.

The mobilizer standing beside him threw one down first, and the bottle touched the wall and immediately burst open.

The blazing liquid splashed everywhere, and wherever it fell, the fire spread.

The quilt was lit, and a red and dark blue flame burst from the bottom of the staircase, which burned more and more.

From a distance, the swaying buildings are on fire, but most of the city is still unwelcoming.

The gunfire rarely stopped, and the mobilized soldiers stood against the wall, clenching their submachine guns to watch out for the situation downstairs.

The military coat wrapped the strong body, and the medal of the service department on the chest reflected a dazzling brilliance in the bright light.

Molotov cocktail, also known as the Molotov cocktail, is also another name for homemade incendiary bombs.

This consumable weapon, which is close to a grenade, is extremely simple to make, and it can be said that anyone can make it, and every family can make it.

I use it at this time, and a function and power are maximized.

The zombies were afraid of the flames, but under the crowd of their own kind behind them, several of them stepped into the fire uncontrollably.

The relentless flames consumed them, both normal and evolved, and the heat turned them beyond recognition and died completely.

The smoke filled the air, and it took about five minutes for the charred and mutilated body to be revealed.

The only passage was blocked, and the corpses were helpless.

The evolved black-skinned zombies roared in place, expressing their anger.

Wang Tu stood on the third floor, overlooking the area swept by the flames of war, looking at the high-raised, terrifying faces with cold eyes.

The aftermath of the wave of the offensive is not over, and when the wall of fire disappears, the more ferocious corpses will sweep in like a hurricane.

The soldiers stood by the side, inseparable, willing to shoot the last bullet for the commander, and shed the last drop of blood.

This is the honor of being a Red Police soldier, and it is supreme.

Looking at their resolute faces, Wang Tu's emotions were surprisingly calm.

Looking at the holographic screen of his watch, he chose to train a new conscription for every hundred dollars.

The things in the building added to the fire, sofas, tables, chairs, curtains...... Anything that could be burned was taken out by the soldiers and thrown at the top of the staircase.

The fire seems to be inexhaustible.

The scorching stench, accompanied by the smell of blood, permeated the neighborhood and caused disgusting.

Individual evolved black-skinned zombies, relying on their unique abilities, attempt to attack.

Agile - climb over the eaves of the escalator, a few vertical jumps and sprints, and the third floor is in sight.

However, the bullet is faster and squirts out of the muzzle of the black hole.

It flew backwards and back, knocking down five or six of its kind, and died no more.

Strength - Arms full of dragon-like muscles sweep across, and obstacles are knocked over and crushed by it, separating the gap between the towers.

As soon as he stepped out of his leg, the GI's M60 machine gun fired.

It was beaten to the ground, blood gushing out, and when the power was removed, the fiery serpent wrapped around it.

Flesh shield type - the short body is thick and short, and the chest is covered with pitch-black scale armor that reflects black light, basically covering 60% of the parts.

The bullets hit it, leaving deep dents one after another, and they didn't seem to be fatal.

Unfortunately, it still had shortcomings, until it was immediately revealed when it was shot in the leg.

Two black legs were broken alive, and it fell to the ground with an unsteady center of gravity, trampled by its kind, and burned into a fire by a newly exploded Molotov cocktail.

……

There are others, none of which have escaped the fate of being ended.

Through evolution, they have surpassed their peers, but they still can't stop the power of thermal weapons.

Clothing, fabrics and other items were thrown down, supplemented by Molotov cocktails, and the passage to the upper floor was blocked again.

There are too many evolutionary black-skinned zombies, they are the backbone of the zombie army, and their individual strength is strong.

Just by what we have seen so far, there are hundreds.

If you encounter them on flat ground, or if you are attacked in the shadows, it will still be tricky.

However, the buildings are easy to defend and difficult to attack, they are not easy to exert their power, and their own value has brought a lot of benefits to the king.

Dozens of evolutionary zombies and ordinary zombies fell under the coverage of the firenet, and they allowed the kings to obtain a total of 5,000 gold bonds.

I didn't leave any of them, I used them all.

It was almost time before the king stopped training new soldiers.

Then, the rest is up to time.

……

Low hills, bases, barracks.

The towering building, the metal door full of science and technology is constantly open, and one after another mobilized soldiers come out of it.

Dressed in uniform and holding a model of weapon, they were majestic and erect, and their expressions were as indifferent as the night.

The number of people continued to grow, until there were as many as sixty, and then it stopped.

The sound of clothes rubbing and metal colliding sounded one after another.

No one spoke, not even a cough.

Silence is the strictest discipline.

"Click—"

The metal door is closed.

One of the soldiers came to the left side of the queue.

It was as if it was one person's movements, and sixty people did it neatly and consistently.

The submachine gun was changed to a back and quickly turned around.

Descend the hill and run with your legs open.