"Shut up!"

Zhang Qiang's head was about to explode when he heard it.

He stood in the middle, put his hands behind his back, looked at everyone, frowned and thought secretly.

Suddenly, he asked Shuqin, "You are a professional, what do you think?" ”

The girl had been listening and didn't speak, and when she was questioned, she said seriously: "From a normal point of view, it is very likely that they will turn into zombies, and it is understandable not to save them." ”

"However, infection requires process and time, let's first bandage the wound in time, and then observe it from a distance."

Zhang Qiang nodded in agreement and said, "It's not easy for us to live until now...... Neither side can afford to make mistakes. ”

It was a compromise decision.

The irrelevant people walked away, and Shuqin, Gu Jiang and others helped the wounded to bandage their wounds.

At this moment, a mobilized soldier who was close to the side stepped aside and pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket.

"Sir, the wounded are being treated."

He then repeated the survivors' conversations as they were.

Shelter, rooftop.

Wang Tu listened silently, his eyes flickering.

He didn't get angry and didn't have too many thoughts.

In fact, they are all right, survivors have almost universally experienced life and death, and naturally spare their lives.

It's the same thing for a king.

And they don't have to blame.

However, if Wang Tu wants to establish the concept of "home" in the shelter, he needs to cultivate a group of people who are biased towards himself.

When the war is over, the first task will be to reclaim the old city, where more survivors will be encountered.

People like Xu Wenliang and Gu Jiang can consider cultivating them as the backbone of the management.

This time, the size of the army under Wang Tu doubled.

It can be said that as the Supreme Commander, he can look at the survivors from a bird's-eye view.

Whether they play with their hearts or are selfish, it doesn't mean much to the king.

At any given time, strength can make all the difference.

Wang Tu threw away these distractions, picked up the binoculars and looked at them, and gave orders through the walkie-talkie.

"Terror robots, keep an eye on the enemy Venom zombies and wipe them out on the way up the mountain."

"Yes, sir!"

Several mechanical synthesizers played.

There is no doubt that the evolutionary "Venom" zombies pose a great threat to the soldiers, and basically 80% of the wounded come from them.

Wang Tu deliberately built two more terror robots to cross the defense line and carry out the assassination mission.

They are extremely fast and agile, and the zombies are not yet able to inflict substantial damage on metal bodies.

The terrifying robots shuttled through the corpses, and there was no one who could, and they slaughtered an unknown number of people.

In the end, more than a dozen evolutionary black skins joined forces to surround and use bone blades to break through the weak parts of the terrifying robots.

Seeing from a distance that the expensive "Big Spider" had been hit hard, and sparks representing malfunction appeared all over his body, Wang Tu hurriedly gave it an order to retreat.

Even so, he still made a lot of money.

The war continued until this point, and the pit was filled with dumplings under zombies, forcing a hideous path.

They lined up in formation and pounced on the soldiers in the defensive line.

Approach...... Approaching again, when reaching another line, a large group of machine-gun forts and sentry guns blared sirens.

"Drip-"

"Detect the enemy, judge the ...... Match the target! ”

"Dada...... Da Da..."

"Dada...... Da Da ......... Da Da..."

The firing hole of the machine gun fortress spewed a dazzling red glow.

"Knock...... Boom Boom Boom ...... Boom...... Boom Boom Boom ......"

"Knock...... Boom Boom Boom ...... Knock ......"

The sentry cannon fired a neat burst, and the zombie army in front of it fell a large piece.

This line of defense belongs to the "thick accumulation", and the firepower is the most terrifying, and it is not easy to catch up with the zombie group in front of it, and there are countless casualties under the volley fire.

In the distance, Wang Tu watched the battle, and his face ached.

It's not just bullets, it's money!

But seeing the eye-catching number on the conductor's watch, he finally felt a little more comfortable.

Although the investment is large, it is not a loss.

With a wave of his hand, he once again asked the team carrying ammunition supplies to go to the barracks.

"Keep pulling the bullets, don't save, give me a hard shot!"

After giving the order, he walked a few laps in place.

The wind on the roof of the building was blowing cold, and Wang Tu unbuttoned the first button of the school officer's uniform, only to find that he was in a cold sweat.

From the beginning to the present, the nerves have always been tense, and it is only at this point that it is rare to relax a little.

From the afternoon to the evening, it lasted for more than two hours, and the planning and command alone consumed his energy.

In fact, the zombie army attacked the mountain, and there were loopholes in many links.

There is a shortage of manpower and troops, and the biggest luck is that there is superior terrain to take advantage of.

It can be said that a successful "fire" is the key to the victory of the king.

"Geographical advantage" is available, and "people" are also available.

"Heavenly time" also brings help to the king.

For example, the cold north wind blows up and blows the smoke to the top of the mountain. In addition to the conscripts with gas masks, others patronized and wiped their tears, where there was still an opportunity to aim for a counterattack.

And the fact is that from beginning to end, there is no wind at all.

Fire raged in the corpses, and smoke returned to the sky.

The accumulation of money in the first wave of the "foot of the mountain" defense line gave Wang Tu the capital to train nearly fifty soldiers.

The accumulation of money in the second wave of the "minefield" defense line provided the king with the capital to build a large number of machine gun forts and sentry guns.

The third wave of "machine gun" lines and defensive structures showed their power, helping the Disciples to increase the number of soldiers to an astonishing number.

- Two hundred.

They rushed from the barracks to the battlefield, and with the powerful firepower of thermal weapons, they repelled countless onslaught from the zombie army.

Although the number of soldiers killed is painful, the overall size of the two sides is approaching parity, or even ...... There is a trend of counter-pressure.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the money consumed to buy ammunition was the same as running water, the king would still have the confidence to further expand the army.

He kept his sanity and kept some of his money in case he suddenly ran out of ammunition.

I don't know how long it took, but the sunset gradually disappeared in the back mountains.

Gray paints the earth, and night falls.

The group of zombies that were pressed by the black pressure was finally penetrated.

There was also a dense wave, which seemed to have arrived from somewhere else, and they slowly advanced along the wasteland-like mountain road.

It was followed by a tall figure.

Two-star evolutionary, giant zombie.

He finally appeared in person.

The tremendous pressure, even at a great distance, is clearly discernible and the wind seems to be still.

The king picked up the binoculars and watched it calmly as it reached the foot of the mountain.

I wasn't so scared at the beginning, but I was full of murder.

"When I needed you to come out and defeat me the most, you sat in the rear and commanded, and now you are here in person, it's a pity...... It's too late. ”

Standing at the top, Wang Tu sneered, raised a hand, and gave orders to all the soldiers, chariots, and terror robots.

"The whole army is attacking, give me ...... Crush them! ”