No one felt that anything was wrong, it was as if it was meant to be the way it should be.

They don't need to communicate, they don't need to know if there is danger in other directions, they just need to know what their mission is, and what the voice that suddenly rings in their heads is.

Accept the command and start executing.

That's what everyone in the team thinks at this point.

Their eyes were surprisingly consistent, their steps were surprisingly consistent, and even the formation, which had not been very skilled in the past, became unusually neat.

The initial doubts and incomprehension, and even the uneasiness hidden in the bottom of my heart, disappeared completely.

"Let's go!"

When Wang Yao's voice suddenly popped out of their heads again, everyone subconsciously began to do everything next according to his will.

There are still a lot of zombies on the road, but they are far from reaching the level of corpses.

So for these zombie groups of no more than ten at most, Wang Yao didn't let these team members shoot at all, after all, they hadn't arrived in the village at this time, and no one knew how many unknown dangers the gunshots would attract.

There was no shelter on either side of the concrete road, only the grove-like fields of crops.

Zombies, or mutant beasts, no one can say what is hidden inside.

Therefore, the only thing these team members can use is the long-handled fire axe hanging on the side of their bodies, these discarded tools that were originally piled up in the warehouse under the government building, have long become the necessary survival tools for the survivors in the base.

For those who need a weapon for self-defense, what could be better than an axe that can easily split the head of a zombie?

The riot shield was not brought, after all, with a rifle, the shield is no longer very meaningful.

The five members of the first group had just dealt with the seven zombies in front of them, and the corpses that had fallen to the ground could no longer see much decompose.

There were shocking wounds all over their bodies, perhaps from the teeth and claws of their companions at this time. But these wounds, which had already rotted, had already been quietly closed by evolution at this time, and a faint layer of mucous membrane was covered on them.

Compared to these team members who have become second-level evolutionaries, the zombies who are also mutating are very vulnerable.

After all, they have no skills and no weapons, and their strength and speed are already lower than those of the same level of evolutionaries, so it is naturally not enough to face this well-trained team.

The advantage of zombies is still reflected in the number after all.

When the number reaches a certain level, the balance of strength between the corpse group and the human will change significantly. Otherwise, in these skirmishes, the same number of humans will always be more powerful than zombies.

The premise is to be able to overcome the fear in your heart and have the courage to wield the weapon in your hand.

Otherwise, no matter how much strength and speed they have, they can only hold on for a few more days. For these players who already have the courage and experience, the only thing they need to care about is to be extremely careful in every action.

After all, zombies can be cut down by you a few times, but people are different.

The speed of the team's progress was gradually increasing, and their cooperation with each other was becoming more and more tacit, and after spending about an hour on the concrete road of less than two kilometers, they finally returned to the village again.

At first glance, the whole village looks like a standard northern village, with red tiles and gray walls, and brick bungalows next to each other.

Almost every home has a large or small yard, and glass ballast can even be seen on the wall more than two meters high, reflecting the sunlight in a flash.

Truth be told, for these high-walled compounds alone, this place is the best place to set up a gathering place.

Especially the cornfields around the village that are still green even in autumn make Wang Yao's heart a little hot.

After all, the grain in the granary can only solve the problems for a period of time in the future, but the crops planted in the ground are the key to determining whether human beings will have something to eat in ten or even twenty years!

If it weren't for the special situation now, he would have felt the urge to chop a few corn stalks and come back to see how these plants are different from the past.

Wang Yao's instincts told him that perhaps the changes that happened to plants were much more than what they looked like was more lush.

Perhaps, even some of the common sense of the past will change with it.

The team members were still quietly waiting for the new order, and everyone's hearts fell into a very terrible calm, combined with their expressionless and even somewhat indifferent faces, like eighteen cold machines.

"One group of two, starting from the left side of the house, started to clean up from the left, and three groups of four followed me to the right to clean up. Let's get started! ”

When Wang Yao's voice sounded in their minds again, the eighteen team members immediately separated and went into the alleys on both sides.

Then it's time for the real test of ability.

His heart was already starting to look forward to it, but he felt as if his consciousness had flown to a stand, and there were nineteen monitors in front of him.

Each monitor corresponds to a pair of eyes, including Wang Yao's own.

From his point of view, his body is not much different from other people, and it is just a tool for execution.

And when these people encounter enemies and dangers, the consciousness attached to their minds will instantly make judgments based on the surrounding situation, and then take corresponding measures according to Wang Yao's orders.

At first, Wang Yao thought that everyone's actions would be controlled by him, but as he became familiar with his own abilities, this idea was quickly overturned by himself.

Your own ability is not control, but more like guidance.

He is like the demon that lurks in the heart of the human being as described in the Bible, and people unconsciously obey his consciousness and act accordingly.

At the same time, Wang Yao can really feel everyone's emotions and inadvertent thoughts.

This understanding that goes deep into his consciousness has made him more comfortable guiding each person, and has even come infinitely close to being able to manipulate the actions of each of them.

The players don't feel like they're being manipulated, because everything they want to do seems to come from their own volition.

Wang Yao even had the feeling that he was playing some kind of military simulation game that he had only in the military in the past.

He could observe anything around him through each pair of eyes below, and then gather all the information he had gained through his vision in his own consciousness.

No zombie can escape his eyes, and no one will be in danger under his control.

Whenever someone seems too late to dodge a zombie that is about to pounce on the door, there is always a teammate by his side who is in the right position to solve the sudden trouble.

Everything was as smooth as his peers, so that Wang Yao even had the illusion that he was waving a baton on stage.

The team members below are playing a melody called killing.