"Dada-da-da..."

Seeing this, the team members didn't care about Lu Heng, who was grinning in pain, and hurriedly stood back to their positions and began to shoot at the group of corpses that were frantically surging up below.

Almost everyone here is an old man who had experience in that great battle, and the first thing he learned from that great battle was to never skimp on his bullets in front of the corpses.

Every bullet can shatter the skull of a zombie, and every surviving zombie can rush in front of them to pose a deadly threat.

Therefore, the trigger in his hand has not been lifted since the moment he pressed it, until the last bullet in the magazine also poured into the corpse.

From time to time, the running zombies were suddenly smashed into the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and the liquid that had already turned reddish-brown inside was like a hop burst from a beer bottle, flying on the surrounding zombies.

Some were simply torn apart by the bullets that came at them, and their bodies fell to the ground due to inertia, and then they were trampled by countless feet behind them and turned into a puddle of flesh.

After many battles of using rifles to kill zombies, these people under Wang Yao have actually figured out a set of skills to deal with corpses.

That is, the muzzle of the gun is slightly upward, and it cannot be suppressed because of the strong recoil of the shot.

Because for those zombies, even if they shatter the joints of their bodies, they can't cause any fatal damage at all, and at best, they can only make these zombies incapacitated.

There are even cases where zombies with movable heads bite directly on their feet and necks because they are cleaning the battlefield.

But when there are too many zombies to form a group of corpses, it is impossible to give them the opportunity to shoot accurately, so strafing is the most efficient countermeasure.

And when they deliberately relax the suppression of the beating muzzle, those bullets that continue to bounce upwards will be more likely to hit the heads of the zombies that rush over, which is not much harder than watermelons, and the lethality will naturally increase by at least thirty percent.

When the second team, which had just been replaced and was still complaining, had all shot out of bullets in the magazine, the corpses that had surged up below had fallen again.

But the look on their faces did not relax, because the gap that had just been cleared was quickly filled by the group of corpses behind, and it even looked denser than before.

The team that had already been ready in the back immediately stepped up, and without Lu Heng's order, the team members had already begun to shoot at the crowd of corpses below.

The crackling gunshots not only made the zombies rushing up below keep falling, but also made the pressure on the other half of Lu Shengyun's position instantly ease a lot.

When these people felt that the attack of the corpses had slowed down, they naturally noticed the undulating gunfire on Lin Zifeng's side, and many people looked at it with envy in their spare time.

In the eyes of those of them who are onlookers, those team members who shoot wildly with rifles are naturally much easier than themselves.

Not even a zombie could rush in front of them, and when they touched the edge of the position, they were already rolling down the dirt slope.

Look at yourself again, from the beginning of the battle to now, in just over half an hour, more than 20 people have died under the teeth and claws of zombies, and some have died in the hands of their own people.

Someone rushed too forward, and was directly grabbed by the zombies who climbed up and dragged to the group of corpses below.

When the people around him found out, it was too late to reach out to save him, so they could only watch him roll down the dirt slope into the group of corpses, without even screaming, and his body was already full of zombies rushing to rush up.

Later, these people gradually felt that they could not support it, and almost all of them began to retreat unconsciously, and the zombies climbed up from below one by one and rushed into the crowd to bite indiscriminately.

Even though their physique has strengthened a lot, there is still nothing they can do about the unknown source of infection hidden in the zombies.

Someone would always have a piece of flesh ripped off because he couldn't dodge, and when he turned around, all he saw was the cold gazes of his companions with a little fear.

Even Li Hao didn't dare to act as recklessly as in the town before, and just tightly surrounded Lu Shengyun with a few subordinates wearing protective clothing.

He doesn't care about the life and death of the people below, and even his own life is not impossible to give up when it comes to necessity.

He only knew that he had to stay by Lu Shao's side to protect his safety at this time, because the scene was too chaotic.

The wall of fire that had been set up in advance seemed to have been extinguished, and even if it rekindled for a while, it was no obstacle to the thousands of zombies who didn't feel it.

They used their bodies to extinguish the flames, while the zombies behind stomped on their bodies and surged towards the high ground.

No one can stop this army of death, and any obstacle is useless in front of them.

But at that moment, the shots rang out.

When he heard the gunshot, even Lu Shengyun himself couldn't help but feel that his whole body began to heat up, and the heart that was already about to be occupied by despair began to flow hot blood again.

This is especially true of those subordinates who are fighting with zombies, and some people even can't help but cheer, and the atmosphere on the battlefield has changed in an instant.

The zombies that rushed into the crowd were quickly cleared by the reinvigorated crowd, and the corpses were once again driven to the dirt slope below the heights.

The corpse had unconsciously built a low wall on the edge of the high ground, and the loess beneath the low wall had unconsciously turned into reddish-brown clay, and the choking smell of fishy smells invited flies to buzz above people's heads.

I don't know how long it was, maybe an hour?

No one knew, only that the weapon in their hand had begun to curl, that their grip had begun to slip, and that their whole body was filled with a feeling of exhaustion that seemed to be able to fall asleep as soon as they touched the ground.

The gunfire on the other side gradually subsided, and the muzzle of the gun had begun to burn, faintly with a fiery red color.

At their feet were golden shells that rolled down like melon seed skins.

It was only then that the exhausted people realized that the corpses below had stopped charging at some point, and the entire dirt slope was full of layers of corpses, with stumps and broken bones piled up below.

The only hundred or so zombies left in the field of vision actually retreated directly under the stunned gaze of everyone.

It seems that they are aware of their own failures, or maybe the mass death of their companions has made these zombies who have no sense also afraid, but in any case, they did retreat into the village again, and finally disappeared behind the houses.

"Win! We won! ”

As the first cheers began, the entire highland was instantly filled with excited roars, and everyone's faces were filled with the joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

The meaning of life is vividly highlighted at this moment.

All these people do is just to live.