The construction of Spark Town is booming, but the reconquest war ahead is not easy.

During the day and night, there are always various conflicts, mostly from zombies, and sometimes, because of parasitic beasts.

For soldiers, fighting a war is a matter of course, similar to eating and drinking.

It's nothing more than pulling the trigger, shooting the bullet into the target's body with precision, and it falls down and kills another.

The process of going back and forth, for the sake of the task, does not feel boring.

The survivors in charge of security followed them, came in the rain of bullets, saw blood, shed tears, and felt good.

On the third day after Zhang Qiang announced that the shelter would be renamed Xinghuo Town, an assault detachment followed by Xing Zhiqi fell into a desperate situation surrounded by zombies.

For Xing Zhiqi, the chaotic battle at night is the torture that destroys the mind, including sight and hearing...... Even the sense of smell.

Machine guns erupted in flames, grenades exploded in the streets, glass shattered, and wounded men fell to the ground in despair.

The smell of corpses gripped the nose, causing disgust, and the stomach was unbearable hunger.

It was probably a pretty scary experience.

Xing Zhiqi was one of the thirteen survivors of Starfire Town, and when the original captain was draining, he was cut by a mutant cat hiding in the shadows with a paw.

The previous captain died like this. Xing Zhiqi dismembered the cat with a machete and was elected by the others to be the temporary captain.

He was originally an imperial soldier, and on the day of the end of the world, he happened to take a leave of absence and never returned to cancel the vacation.

Hiding in a daze, he joined Xinghuo Town later, and fought with a group of "civilian organizations" that were more formal than regular soldiers, and gradually got used to it.

Anyway, it's messy everywhere.

The mission of a soldier is to fight, and he is always ready to fight.

He didn't feel unacceptable.

I still remember that Zhang Qiang had a discussion and asked a lot of people.

It may be dangerous to follow the army to the front line, but you can sleep in a single room, eat a small stove, and take three days off a month.

Few nodded, and Xing Zhiqi didn't even think about it, so he raised his hand to sign up.

It is incumbent upon you to kill zombies, to kill those guys who are making the world chaotic.

He has been dripping hot blood in his bones, and the blood has not faded away.

Xing Zhiqi is very honest, although he became an awakened person early and has good skills, he has never felt that he is any different from others.

In the chaos, he not only considered the safety of everyone in the squad, but also picked up a gun from a fallen soldier and joined the battle.

The occupation of the urban area has always adhered to the idea of steady and steady, although Xing Zhiqi does not belong to the management of Xinghuo Town, and he is not clear about the basic direction of the action.

The only thing he can do is to follow the army, wherever he goes, without leaving an inch.

According to the information transmitted by the people around him, it seems that in the afternoon, the detachment that completed the occupation task of the day was attacked by a group of zombies that appeared out of nowhere.

After killing them, more figures poured in.

The return route was cut off, the people were divided, and the ensuing night made people's expressions blur a lot.

Fortunately, well-trained soldiers had a habit of carrying enough ammunition, and they quickly occupied the buildings and defended themselves against the strong terrain.

By the time the news reached Spark Town, a new round of fighting had been stalled near a commercial complex seven kilometers away.

Under the gloomy sky, more than 10,000 zombies clothed in the bleak moonlight launched an attack around several buildings.

Gunpowder smoke filled the field of vision, viscous plasma splattered everywhere, and bewitching dark red flowers scrambled to bloom first.

A team of seventy armed with hot weapons fired a barrage of metal barrages into the zombie tide, tearing apart everything that dared to come near with impunity.

But this did not discourage them, and their ugly faces were still hissed, and the sharp bone blades were always exposed.

Several carts of newly collected supplies are still left on the streets not far away, and the zombies are not interested in them.

The predator's actions are very purposeful - to kill all these humans and make them exist like themselves.

……

"It's dark, and we haven't gone back yet...... Reinforcements will come. A young man named Qi Dingshan said.

The zombie attack momentum is extremely fast, and even if the defense is tight, from time to time soldiers are injured due to sneak attacks that are not easy to detect.

The moon was like a useless ornament, its light so thin that it seemed to be mixed with water, not even as bright as the fireworks that came out of the bullets.

He looked at it for a moment, shook his head, and muttered, "Feel...... Will die here. ”

"It's not easy to fight, I'm blind." On the side, Xing Zhiqi bandaged the wounds of the wounded, not caring about the blood on his hands, "We can't wait, we have to do what we can." ”

Qi Dingshan had worked the construction site, black and strong, carrying a machete in his hand, and frowned when he heard this: "For example? ”

"Set fire." Xing Zhiqi entered the room in the dark, and finally dropped a sentence, "I think...... There's still a little bit of a chance. ”

The soldiers in the fierce battle did not have time to deal with the survivors, so they were able to hide in their rooms and pray silently in despair.

The two called a person from Luo Jianfeng, and the three bold ones held weapons and quietly went to the commercial building along the overpass passage.

This kind of shopping mall, the second and third floors are all restaurants with open doors, and there are black holes inside.

Luo Jianfeng got a shopping cart and saw that all the high wine was loaded into it.

Qi Dingshan and Xing Zhiqi were responsible for cleaning up the zombies they encountered.

The battle attracted almost all the zombies past, and there were not many dead objects lingering in the deserted mall.

They got the job done quickly.

The wine was pulled back, and a whole lot of clothes were made, all brand new and labeled.

Ignoring their value, he poured wine on them and threw them at the top of the stairs.

The burning clothes fell on top of the zombies' heads, and the blue and red flames dispersed, but the next moment, more wet clothes were thrown over, and the fire became stronger.

The zombies are running, and there are countless people of the same kind behind them, and they are not afraid of the heat to slow down, and of course, they can't be reduced.

The ensuing figures, huddled into an impenetrable wall of flesh, and the cunning and cunning black skins hid among them, ready to accelerate sharply at any time and launch a swift attack.

With the light, the soldiers naturally no longer ignore their presence.

The resolute face was full of murderous intent, his expression was calm, and his eyes were bloodshot and red from concentration.

Bullets rained down, sending the zombies to the ground and dying in pieces.

You have to save ammo, and every ten soldiers fight one round, and in the interval between reloads, another team will take over.

Behind the soldiers, Xing Zhiqi gritted his teeth and set fire to one piece of clothing after another.

"Fire, not big enough......"

Thankfully, the mall was once popular, and each warehouse was filled with a hill of alcohol.

The survivors all mobilized, carrying and carrying, blocking the door, looking at the skyrocketing fire, and the mood was surprisingly much calmer.

Wouldn't it be more comfortable to be torn apart and eaten in the cold darkness and buried in the fire?

"Fire—"

"Burn them!"

"Fast luck, it's not enough!"

A noisy sound was heard in the heat wave, accompanied by the cracking sound of glass bottles hitting the ground.

and, the screams of zombies before they die.

The footprints were messy, the black asphalt and the black night were trampled, and hordes of zombies rushed into the soldiers' defenses.

Smoke rose everywhere between the buildings, corpses were lying in the green belt, and everything in sight was extremely miserable.

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