For zombies, the sound of gunfire is like lighting a light in the night.

The blackskins were the first to react, their pupils, which were whiter than black, filled with bloodthirsty hunger and rage.

"Roar, roar, roar...... Roar! ”

A black skin barked, triggering a chain reaction, and soon, almost all the black skins were howling.

The dazed zombie army began to adjust, and the black tide slowly flowed towards the building.

Thousands of blackskins took the lead, leaping out of the crowd of corpses, wielding bone blades, and slaughtering the buildings that reinforcements were occupying.

The anger they had been building up for a long time could finally be vented.

An army of more than three hundred soldiers.

The mobilization soldiers were in charge of the search and arrest mission, and the GIs had already set up a tight firepower net on the third and fourth floors.

The gate was sealed, and the staircase on the first floor was blocked with heavy objects.

There is a large lookout on the third floor of the front, with a length of about ten meters.

Eight GIs climbed through the windows and set up M60 machine guns, forming a crossfire.

Eight other mobilizers stood by and cooperated with them, helping to hand out bullets or use submachine guns to strafe the corpses stacked into a ladder.

Now that the shot is fired, there is no need to hide it.

It's safer to cut through the mess quickly.

Crouched on the side of the wall, the terror robot at the vantage point monitors the situation on the important road section and transmits clear images to the commander in real time.

The northwest corner was gradually occupied, and a dense crowd of zombies crossed the car grave and surrounded the building.

The doors, windows, and passages were all blocked under the prompting of the king, and the outer walls were smooth, and it was not an easy task for them to attack.

It's a pity that zombies don't know what it means to retreat.

The kings also hope that they will be able to move forward and bravely use their bodies to meet the rain of bullets.

The figures of the zombies, from the building to the end of the road, they spread, crowded, piece by piece, extending into the distance that cannot be seen in the picture.

The quality of the air is even worse than expected.

Countless faces, pale, pitch-black...... Some are handsome, some are ugly, and without exception, they don't look bloody.

They are ragged, tattered, and skinless, and they tilt their heads from time to time, as if they have forgotten their memories...... Everything that has ever been.

This is another war since the attack and defense of the low mountains.

There was not a long gap between the front and back, and at the very least, the familiar smell of gunpowder still wafted through the nose.

Don't fight unprepared battles, but when you're ready, you're not afraid of war.

Wang Tu lit a cigarette with an expressionless face, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the square, and listened to the gunshots.

The smoke filled the air, obscuring his deep eyes.

For a long time, he used the walkie-talkie to give orders to all the troops in the vicinity.

"Fire with all your might!"

"The troops occupying the building, don't skimp on bullets, pay attention to collecting supplies."

"Mortar detachments, switching incendiary shells, bombarding dense areas."

The detachment commander responds one by one, and then transmits the commander's orders to each soldier.

The entire army, under the leadership of the Supreme Commander, operates like a war machine.

Defense is the best way to attack.

The commander is qualified, the ammunition is sufficient, the soldiers are combat-ready, there is no doubt about it...... This square will become the grave of the zombies.

No need to bury, directly help them cremated.

Mortars fired incendiary shells, and the square began to burn, cars and flammable materials were ignited, and the pulling fire surrounded it.

I don't know how many zombies were swept away, rolling and wailing, and dying in pain.

In order to avoid causing too much trouble, the shops and buildings were set on fire, and the landing points of the incendiary shells were consciously adjusted, and only the places where the zombies gathered were selected.

The most intense gunfire was near the building.

The bullets formed a line, cut through the visible streamer, whistled, shot through the flesh, and penetrated the ground.

Where the metal barrage had shrouded, there was nothing intact, whether it was a building or a zombie, all cut into blurry pieces.

At some key points, six high-speed sentry machine guns were brought in by soldiers, and they automatically deployed them to attack approaching targets.

I tasted the sweetness last time, so Wang Tu exchanged several units in the Red Alert Mall and kept them for use in big war scenes.

The sound of gunfire was earth-shattering, and it was nearly evening, and it was slightly gray.

But the artillery fire continued to illuminate this area as if it were daylight.

……

Schools, shelters.

After a busy day, the survivors braved the north wind to return to their residences, and as soon as they rested, they heard a huge noise in the distance.

The sound of gunfire, cannonball, sounds thrilling.

Their hearts trembled, and they walked into the courtyard and looked at the sky silently.

It's the commanders who are fighting the zombies, it must be ...... You can win.

Zhang Qiang went to call the soldiers left behind to eat, and when he came back, he beckoned the survivors to go to the canteen.

"The chief is not coming back, let's have dinner tonight, everyone go and help wash the dishes."

Soon, candles were lit in the cafeteria, and the light dispelled the darkness and melted away the cold.

A large pot of cabbage stew was served, and all kinds of fish, pork, canned beef and mutton, as well as sweets and snacks were very complete.

However, compared to before, it is quite simple.

No one dislikes it, most of them are hungry in the last days, sitting at the table, smelling the aroma of meat, and swallowing saliva one by one.

In addition to the soldiers standing guard and patrolling, the other soldiers sat at several tables.

They are representatives.

In addition to the stew, a few more stir-fried dishes were added to the table.

After all, Wang Tu confessed, although he was not there, the activity still had to be carried out.

Eat more, promote unity and strengthen stability.

Besides, when the survivors are full, they will be able to work tomorrow.

The army fights and kills zombies, and the survivors engage in logistical support, and the two sides go hand in hand to improve the overall development.

Zhang Qiang spoke a few words first, stood up, and replaced the wine with a drink.

"I hope that every war can be won and the homeland can be recovered as soon as possible, let's ...... Live a good life. ”

After speaking, he took a suffocation, and his eyes were red.

"Sir, you've worked hard!"

He took the lead, leading the other survivors, and bowed to the soldiers.

However, looking at the indifferent expressions of the soldiers, most of them cried.

The survivors thought—

They are cold on the outside, but warm on the inside.

Especially that chief, from morning to night, was busy fighting zombies, and he was really dutiful.

Of course they don't know...... The reason why Wang Tu fought so hard was to make money.

There is no money, how to grasp the construction, how to explode the army.

I have no money, I can't stand on my feet, and I can't eat.

The shelter was lively and lively, the atmosphere was very good, and everyone was grateful to the king and disciple in their hearts, and more importantly, recognition and respect.

It's a spiritual force called a sense of collective honor.

In addition to tough management, this concept needs to be cultivated and established.

In order to facilitate the survivors in the shelter, they can elevate their individual performance to collective dedication, and better play their value and role.

Of course, the kings can also enforce the administration and oppress them with weapons.

But in that case, even if it doesn't cause a backlash, you can't imagine a group of people who work with real feelings.

Zhang Qiang waved a stick, and the king gave the dates to eat.

If you are scolded or beaten, you will be honest and do not make mistakes;

Eating sweetness will inevitably give rise to motivation.

This is also the most basic way of life, being a brutal manager will not last long.

……

Building, in front of floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wang Tu looked at the battlefield with a deep gaze and a glass of red wine in his hand.

After a moment of empty salute, he took a sip.

"You and I testify, go strong."