The arrival of the behemoth caused the zombies on the periphery to turn around.

Stunned, hesitant, and then with a fierce look and excitement, he pulled his legs and rushed towards it.

Although he is not afraid of death, he is more like a mantis arm blocking the car.

They were undoubtedly crushed by the tracks, scarlet liquid erupting from under the heavy bodies, and the only remaining wreckage was carved into the mud and turf, inseparable from each other.

The machine-gun shooter of the No. 2 armed mining vehicle adjusts the direction of the firing mount. The area in front of which is directly lit by the headlights, and it looks like daylight is the target point, and I pull the trigger.

"Dada-da-"

Like firecrackers bursting, green smoke is filling the air.

The city boiled over in an instant.

The streamers were flying, like fireflies moving at high speed, fleeting in the dark.

They were deadly warheads that swept away from the sky and hit the road at an oblique angle.

The attacking tide of corpses was scattered, like a wave touching a reef, tumbling and shattering into droplets.

It is a detailed process of dismemberment.

There were so many zombies that they formed a black tide, and without any command, they cut a part of the huge phalanx and pounced on the armed mining vehicles.

They cost the ignorant blockers.

Machine guns fired wildly, pouring densely into the corpses, and they withered helplessly like wildflowers ravaged by a raging storm.

The tendons were broken and fractured, and the steps forward seemed to be mired in mud.

As the door of the rear warehouse was opened, sixty mobilized soldiers jumped down one after another.

With armed mining vehicles as cover, a combination of personnel and equipment was used to push the building where the commander was located.

Mobilizers, the cheapest existence in the barracks, but they are brave, fearless, and honor honor.

Armed with submachine guns, they often leave a painful impression on the enemy.

Zombies are nothing more than a group of stragglers, degenerated from their minds, no different from primitive people.

Even if you have a one-star evolved black skin, you have a knife and a stab, but I just want to talk to you with the gun in my hand.

They are lifeless, active due to sound sources and smells, and appear in large numbers to cause chaos.

In fact, there is no rule at all.

Except for the ones at the front, many of them are completely led around by their own kind, and they don't even know where their prey is.

Without command, combat effectiveness is greatly weakened.

In other words, if the same people are led by someone with a little brain, the kings and disciples will not even have scum left.

At the very least, until the appearance of two-star evolutionary zombies that can sense heat sources, there will always be such a strange situation.

Probably, the king should feel more fortunate.

After all, the danger of killing is hanging overhead, and it is not easy to give a gap to breathe.

Although submachine guns are small weapons, at close range, the firepower is unimaginably fierce.

The rate of fire is as high as 900rds/min, and the effective range is 100~200m, which can easily pierce the chests of zombies.

The vacuum zone, dyed dark red, is constantly expanding.

Many cars were hit in the fuel tank, burst into flames, and the fire spread rapidly.

The sky was dark, and the earth was full of fire.

The engines are roaring, the machine guns are roaring, the soldiers are rushing, the shells are rolling off.

Zombies, like wheat harvesters, fall.

They wore cold gas masks, their murderous eyes hidden, their submachine guns trembling, and their bayonets flashing coldly.

Ordinary zombies were slaughtered, but the black-skinned zombies were far from being good at stubble, and they also lit up a hideous killing machine.

They are dressed in black, like the Grim Reaper in the night, lurking, appearing one after another.

"Poof......

A conscript, walking outside, is attacked by a zombie from behind the car.

It was diminutive and agile as a monkey, leaping out of the shadows, claws cutting into its neck.

The mobilized soldiers dodged calmly, but they were still one step slower, their flesh and skin bloomed, and bright red blood gushed out.

It was a piping hot liquid, as hot as his heart.

The splash fell on the body of the comrade-in-arms next to him, and it also dyed the shining service department medal red.

The submachine gun erupted in flames, killing the attacker to the ground.

He frowned in pain, his body swayed, and he collapsed weakly.

One last look at the building.

The Commander's eyes were red, and he was saluting himself.

So, he smiled with satisfaction.

"I apply to leave the team, comrades-in-arms, the task of rescuing the commander will be handed over to you."

……

The other soldiers next to him picked up his still warm body and put it in the back compartment of the armed mining truck, then took his weapon and continued the fight.

Soldiers, always ready for war.

Their names are worthy of praise; Their spirit is passed down from generation to generation.

Building, third floor.

Seeing that the corpses were attracted to a large part of the past, Wang Tuqiang held back the tears that were about to drip and gave an order.

"Everyone, break out!"

He held the two wounded soldiers and kicked Zhao Tan out of the house, and then slowly withdrew from the building under the protection of the remaining seven soldiers.

The streets are in complex condition, and various obstacles are scattered everywhere, which adds to the support for the retreat.

If the square is flat, crowded with tens of thousands of zombies, no matter how powerful you are, you don't want to go out.

The messy environment cut the zombies into pieces, and they approached in waves, and were killed by submachine gun fire.

The soldiers did their best to ensure that the firepower was sufficient, and they held all sides, approaching the armed mining vehicles as fast as they could.

The black-skinned zombies are so disgusting that they no longer rush openly, but hide in the shadows and attack when people are unprepared.

Claws, bone knives, venom ...... It's endless, and it's hard to prevent at the same time.

One soldier fell, and a moment later, another soldier was pierced through the heart by a bone spur.

There is a shortage of manpower, the lineup is full of holes, and more and more zombies are getting closer.

The pressure increased greatly, and Wang Tu's eyes were broken, and with a submachine gun in one hand, he took the lead in opening the way.

- Bang bang

"Die...... Die! ”

"You disgusting things......"

The loyal men suffered heavy casualties, and he almost lost his mind.

After running out of bullets, he casually dropped the gun, and frantically raised his fists and grabbed a black-skinned zombie.

Pinch it down and pound its ugly face.

It was stunned, and when it reacted, it was about to fight back, but its arm was broken.

The king cursed, his powerful arms outstretched, and he twisted fiercely around its black head.

"Click"!

Crisp sound.

The neck had become a strange angle, but it hadn't died.

The king's disciples took out the thorn, stabbed it again, and stabbed it to death three or four times.

"Withdraw, don't fight."

He roared.