At the same time, armed mining vehicle No. 2 came to the shelter.

The survivors lit candles and took advantage of the faint starlight to busily unload the searched supplies.

Zhang Qiang hid to the side, smoking and nibbling on bread.

In the morning, the task given to him by the king disciple was only half completed so far.

Several strong soldiers followed, none of them were injured, and not only that, but two survivors were rescued in a shop.

Among them, the remote place is a very important reason.

Zombies are scarce, and they are no effective threat to the No. 2 armed mining vehicle, which is like a battle fortress.

Behind, it was the woman on the radio who ordered the car to return.

It has nothing to do with himself, the temporary person in charge, and when the time comes, ...... The kings are not to blame themselves.

However, the current situation.

It seems to be-

Something went wrong with the king?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang's expression suddenly appeared dazed.

In his impression, since he met Wang Tu, although it was not a long time, it was not difficult to judge the other party's situation.

Should be a ...... Low-level little people.

The age is there.

On the other hand, he did not have many soldiers.

The appearance of ten, according to Zhang Qiang's understanding of the regular establishment, belongs to the strength of the formation squad.

Even if there are guns, it is still not enough to see tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of zombies.

If their car is stuck in the more prosperous part of the city, it will be a really bad thing.

The traffic is blocked, and if you are surrounded by zombies again, it is basically difficult to find a way to survive.

Unless you walk from the sky, you can't get into the ground by any means of transportation.

Thinking, sighing, and lighting another cigarette.

Turning his head, not far away, the six soldiers who had followed him at the beginning were checking their weapons.

Look at this posture, and when you finish unloading things, you have to take the next step.

Zhang Qiang wanted to go over and ask what was going on, so he could feel at ease.

But those who hesitate are unable to move their legs.

From a selfish point of view, he did not dare to ...... I'm also afraid of death.

In case they ask too much, they will catch the strong men again and bring their own people with them?

Forget it, we can't even understand the knife, and it's a problem to go.

He advised himself so.

The other side.

Gu Jiang, Xu Wenliang, Zhang Xue, and Wang Wenjing were unloading things and discussing in a low voice.

"Sir, that car is probably in trouble." Gu Jiang said.

"We think so."

"The chief gave us the easy, low-pressure task, and sent people to protect us, it must be that he doesn't have enough manpower on his side." Zhang Xue stomped her foot anxiously.

"No, I heard from a young brother who has a long history of darkness that the chief asked him to lead the way to a bustling square." Wang Wenjing then said.

"When we get off the bus, we probably have to leave, do we want to help together?" Xu Wenliang's expression was solemn, and finally proposed.

"Okay." The other three nodded together.

The survivors work together, there is a lot of strength, and things are unloaded quickly.

Without bothering to wipe the hot sweat from their faces, the four of them came to the six soldiers guarding the side of the car.

"We ......"

As a representative, Xu Wenliang was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of neat footsteps in the darkness.

Puzzled, all the survivors turned their heads together, only to see a group of tall figures wrapped in cold air burst out of the night under the bright headlights.

"Get on board quickly!"

"Unrelated personnel, please step aside."

There are soldiers drinking orders.

The black head came to the back compartment, white mist erupted from the mouth, and under the cotton hat, there was a serious face.

They moved very fast, dozens of people all sat in the back compartment, closed the door, held the submachine guns, and fell into silence in the dark.

The car started, roaring like thunder, two long lights pierced the night sky, and the tracks rolled, rushing down the mountain at great speed.

shelter, the last two soldiers stood straight and solemnly saluted their comrades who rushed to the battlefield.

The cab, the on-board radio "rustle", breaking the silence.

On the square screen, a solid gray map with no frame at all surfaces emerges.

A curved green line guides the destination.

A cold female voice suddenly sounded.

"Soldiers, I can't guarantee that each of you will survive, but the commander needs you."

……

Urban area, buildings.

The chill is deepening, and the battle is still ongoing.

"Shoot!" The king's disciples leaned against the wall, their legs like stakes, roaring.

He carried a submachine gun in his hand, pulled the trigger, and the blazing fireworks flickered, and the bullets scrambled towards the stairs.

The three evolutionary black-skinned zombies were beaten back again and again, and the powerful fire tore apart their body tissues, and their flesh and bones were shattered and separated, and they died with hatred.

The muscles of Wang Tu's face trembled with the recoil of the gun, but the strong arm grasped the grip, and the butt of the gun was against the shoulder, and the muzzle of the gun was stable enough.

Not a single bullet was wasted, and every single one, was given to them.

After firing a magazine, he took a few steps back and let another mobilizer take over.

He opened the rough satchel, took out a new magazine, replaced it, and loaded the bullets.

Glancing into the room, the scene was visible through the faint light of the gunfire.

Two wounded soldiers were sitting there quietly.

Asked the "base", and since they came out of training, they have been injected with serum potions to prevent virus infection.

The ability to recover is no different from that of ordinary people, and if they are traumatized, they will also bleed and die.

The ruthless black-skinned zombie still figured out the law of attack.

They used ordinary zombies to consume the bullets of the soldiers, and took advantage of the jamming of a gun to brazenly cross the stairs and attack successfully.

Scratched a GI's neck, but fortunately didn't hurt the main artery.

Just five minutes later, another mobilizer was slashed in the thigh and bleeding profusely.

They held their ground, did not retreat, and were ordered by the king's disciples in the name of the commander before they went into the house to rest.

Zhao Tan temporarily served as a hygienist, rummaged through the cabinets to find the potion, and bandaged them briefly.

The loss of two combat power does not seem to affect anything.

But it was only a short time into the night, and it would be a long time before I could see the dawn and the sun.

On the front, the zombies are riding a ladder.

However, the roofs of such self-built houses are high, and the outside is plastered with cement and tiles, which is as smooth as a mirror.

They were stacked on top of each other, and they quickly fell, even breaking the necks of a few unlucky ones.

The king took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff.

Look up and see the other side of the road.

The long pillar-like headlights shine through, and people can't open their eyes.

He frowned and sighed silently.

"It's finally here."

His expression suddenly froze.

"Zombies, the battle has just begun."