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Chapter 427: Burn My Body

"Increase the speed of travel, pay attention to the squad leaders, increase the speed of travel!" Wu Shanwei shouted loudly at the walkie-talkie in his hand, the walkie-talkie he distributed was obviously a new product that had just been taken out of the warehouse, why did there always be a buzzing noise.

Getting the news from the corpses of these survivors made Leng Yang's heart feel a little worried, where did they get these rifles? This is an active rifle, not a five-six-type, eight-one-bar mothballed old rifle.

How could people with these rifles be forced into the mountains and forests by thousands of zombies, and they died here one by one? All this kept circling in Leng Yang's mind. He desperately needed to take a look at the ammunition depot, and all the information now seemed to tell him that it wasn't easy.

"Let's go, let's go, these guys are really, this is an active rifle." One of the team members smacked his lips and reluctantly threw down his rifle. The rusty Type 95 rifle, which had completely lost its repair value, fell in the grass, and in the days to come, it would be buried in the dirt again for eternity.

The advantage of a large army is that they can take turns to change people and maintain their physical strength, so the team's advance speed is not low, and it can even be said that they advanced faster yesterday in the cold sun. At noon, under the guidance of the leader Feng Ye and the bald man, the people once again came to the location where they arrived in the cold sun yesterday.

"Each shift is divided into different areas, pay attention to maintain vigilance, and everyone takes turns to eat." Li Jiaguo commanded loudly, completely ignoring the somewhat dense group of zombies under the slope in front of him.

This time it was not a few sparse small teams of Leng Yang and them yesterday, the team of hundreds of people almost filled the entire hill, and there were team members who were throwing the small trees cut down the hill and clearing a clearing.

Leng Yang was chewing the potatoes in his mouth while observing the zombie group under the road, and Feng Ye beside him was holding yesterday's photos for comparison. "Cold team, the number of zombie groups has not increased or decreased significantly, it can be said that it is the zombie group of yesterday."

After listening to Feng Ye's report, Leng Yang nodded, revealing a somewhat ugly expression, "Okay, you can eat too." Truth be told, this picnic is fucking unpalatable. He took a big sip of water before he reluctantly solved the problem of his five internal organs temple.

Wang Dong showed a smile on the side, the cold team has a beautiful woman in the base every day to change the method and add food, and the taste is naturally high. In fact, the field rations are good, they are all baked potatoes or sweet potatoes, and they are absolutely full. However, the hot soup and hot dishes in the base are naturally a little worse, but thinking about the past, thinking about these survivors lying on the ground, it's really good.

And while they were eating, Leng Yang didn't notice that there were many people among the team members behind him peeking at what the melee group was eating. When I saw that the top soldiers in these teams, even Leng Yang, were eating the same things as everyone else, the food that was originally a little difficult to swallow suddenly became delicious.

Half an hour later, after the Deng people had all finished eating and regained their strength, the battle against the zombie horde began. "Check the guns and ammunition, the first shift, the second shift alternately shoots, and the third shift guards the rear road. Half an hour to settle the battle, and everyone got to work. ”

With Wu Shanwei's shout, a row of soldiers standing at the front of the mountain bag raised their rifles in unison. In the bright sun, the rifles shimmered with the reflection of metal, and there was not a trace of rust on them after careful care.

"Single burst shot, just practice marksmanship, fire!" When Li Jiaguo's platoon commander's order was issued, a series of gunshots rang out, and the muzzles of the rifles erupted dazzling flames, hitting the zombie crowd under the mountain on their backs.

It's a pity that the number of people in the team is still not large enough, if we can bring out a few hundred people this time, we can solve them with crossbow arrows alone. Looking at several assassin zombies who tried to rush up the mountain bag but fell back in the slide, Leng Yang pouted with an innocent face.

The zombie horde was slowly advancing towards the hills, but from time to time there were zombies falling on their own, and the zombies killed by rifles almost made it impossible for them to rush up. Leng Yang They are not survivors who are not organized, they are a well-organized team with sufficient logistics.

"Da Da Da Da" Another jumping zombie who finally jumped halfway up the mountainside was hit by several bullets, and his whole body was bleeding, and he fell to the ground and rolled down the hill. Leng Yang saw with his own eyes that this zombie who was still struggling was trampled alive by the zombies behind him, and he never lived again.

In order to save bullets, under Feng Ye's command, the bundles of tree branches that were ignited were pushed down the mountain bag one by one, as well as the dead branches with fire that were thrown into the middle of the road by the cold sun. It's a pity that this time people didn't carry gasoline, otherwise it would have been easier.

"Well, a ceasefire. Each unit changed the magazines, and when we had packed up the last of these, we went down the mountain together. In less than half an hour, the zombie hordes that had forced many survivors into the mountains and forests, making them die in aggrieved spirits, no longer existed.

Leng Yang waved his hand, wanting to drive away the smoke that filled his eyes. There were only more than twenty ironclad zombies with broken arms and only gnashing their teeth under the mountain bag, and there were five or six assassin zombies with fast movements. Other than that, there are corpses everywhere, and there are no "humans" standing anymore.

"Be careful when you come down, and try not to touch the zombie corpses that still have their heads on them." The bald man stood on the road and shouted to the team members who were climbing down the mountain. Behind him were the melee team members who were already patrolling back and forth with rifles.

"Team Leng was so funny just now, I've never seen his face so pale." One of the team members said as he walked down the hill. And the players around him all had the same smile on their faces.

Captain Leng, who could not change his face in the face of tens of thousands of zombies, just walked down this slope a little high, his whole face was white, and there was even some cold sweat coming out. There is a world of difference from the fierce man who is chasing and killing iron-armored zombies below.

"Report to the cold team, all the zombies have been cleared, all of them are one hundred and thirty-two, and they can fight again at any time." With Li Jiaguo's report, the battle ended. The thousands of zombies that had once caused people to flee in a panic were all lying on the ground, purifying their bodies by the raging flames.

Leng Yang opened the mask of the helmet and stroked the stubble on his chin. "Burn my body, blazing the holy fire, what is the joy of life, and what is the pain of death? For the sake of good and evil, only the light is the cause. Joy and sorrow are dust. Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows. Amen, let's take a break for ten minutes, and we're moving on. ”

Li Jiaguo, who had just heard Leng Yang's words, had not yet reacted, and at this time a smile appeared on the man's face. "Yes, joy and sorrow are dust. How many times have you read Jin Yong's book, are you so familiar? ”

The people around laughed together, and in the midst of this laughter, the black smoke above the highway grew louder and louder. People threw all the zombie corpses into the fire and burned them all. This is a signal, a signal that Leng Yang sent to the survivors who may still be alive, and there is only so much he can do.

"Nima's, I still have an urge to attack this county, and I get annoyed when I look at these zombie groups." The bald man knocked down a wandering zombie with a knife and shouted scolding. No one likes zombies, and people are very unhappy to see these former kinders turn into this weird look.

People are already making their way down the road towards the ammunition depot, and there are even cars in the crowd. After all, some cars can barely drive, which is difficult for car thieves who have been instructed by Instructor Li Tianbao.

"Bald, if you can provide 10 million bullets, or 10,000 people. Don't talk about the county seat, the Jiangcheng cold team has beaten you. Wang Tao followed him with a rifle, and these small groups of zombies on the highway were killed by the bald man, a dissatisfied guy.

Everyone knows that the current team seems to be strong, but they are actually still in the air. Population and ammunition greatly restrict the development of the team, so that they cannot develop their own forces at will and fight against the zombie group.

The Doomsday team, which can't produce its own ammunition and doesn't have extra troops, can now only say that it has won a small piece of survival in this apocalyptic world. As for killing zombies in large quantities and sweeping through the Jiangcheng area, people are far from being able to do it.

The bald man pursed his lips, and suddenly, he held up the long knife stained with black blood in his hand, and shouted loudly, "God, give us a large number of people and ammunition, and I will use these zombies as sacrifices to you alive!" ”

"Hahaha, that makes sense. God, we've sacrificed a lot of zombies to you. Say a word, how much more, and we will all gather together for you, and give us a great crowd of men and women! ”

Amid the laughter of the people, they got closer and closer to the ammunition depot on the map. This secret, which Chai Lubing has always kept in her heart, is about to appear in front of people. If enough ammunition is obtained here, then people can really try to take the nearby county and expand their defensive circle again.

"There are really a lot of sentry posts in this place." As the people advanced, the sentry posts on both sides of the highway appeared in front of them one by one. These sentry posts, which once had heavily armed sentinels, have now become dilapidated in the wind and rain, and many of them are overgrown with weeds.

"Cold team, this place seems to be really the location of the garrison, not a shooting range." When Feng Ye said this, an inexplicable excitement flashed in his eyes. As a member of the army, he can know more about the army than civilians like them.

Hearing his words, the people's already heavy steps became a lot lighter, and they came here with great difficulty, not just to find the army, to find ammunition. It seems that the lieutenant colonel who pursued Chai Lubing at the beginning really made a lot of money, but unfortunately he never had a chance to hold the beauty again.

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