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Update time:2014-02-1417:00:00470.Chapter 470 National Defense, Defense Force!

"What to cry about! At least we're going to kill these zombies. Let's take a look at the combination, find the parts and try again! "A man's roar, even if he is hiding in the cold sun at least thirty or forty meters away from them, they can hear it. There was unwillingness in that voice, and there was a faint despair.

Yang Yanguo was very unwilling, this crossbow was not made by them, and the person who made it had already died. They were able to hold out to this day, and this crossbow was so powerful that without it, it would not have been able to deal with those big iron men.

"Brothers, hurry up and kill these zombies, find the parts, and let's try again!" That's what he thinks, and that's what he does. The dozen or so of them have survived to this day because of their hard work.

"Woo woo, Brother Yang, no, no, no." A weeping female voice grabbed a broken wrench and cried. It was the controller of a very important part of the crossbow, which was polished by the original engineer himself. And now the wrench has been completely broken into three parts, and there is no possibility of repairing it.

Yang Yanguo's eyes burst out blood, and his face was now pale. Without a crossbow, they couldn't deal with the big iron ones. When they dealt with the first big iron man, they were infected by more than a dozen people.

"Brother Yang, that big iron guy is not dead! We, we have no weapons! Another heart-rending voice sounded, and as soon as Yang Yanguo turned around, he saw the tall, dark-skinned iron zombie struggling to get up from the ground.

On its body, a large crossbow bolt passed through its left chest. The heavy bolts made it a little difficult to move, but it wasn't dead, and the collapse of the bow had just caused the aiming bolts to be misaligned.

"Mommy you!" Yang Yanguo came out of his mouth in a dialect, which was fucking unlucky. "Don't panic, everyone, anyway, we are all people who live one more day and earn one more day, we will kill all of these first, and then we plan, it's a big deal to hide in the mountains and be savages!"

Without crossbows, they couldn't stop the zombies from attacking, and they couldn't get down the mountain with their little manpower. Yang Yanguo knew that their last days had come, and waiting for a few more big iron men to come up, people could only give up this home they had broken in the last days.

In the beginning, they were not like this, but there were seventy or eighty survivors gathered in the mountains at the beginning, and at that time they were waiting for the government's rescue on the mountain, and everyone was still helping each other.

But with the passage of time, the lack of food, and the large number of zombies under the mountain have changed people's minds. Unable to elect a leader who would convince the crowd, the people began to form groups and even beat each other for food.

Yang Yanguo didn't want to reminisce about those days. If it weren't for the Iron Zombies that came later, forcing people to unite, they would probably have perished themselves in this infighting. In the battle with zombies, people are learning and constantly sacrificing.

Without protection, without long-range weapons, they can only fight head-on melee with the zombies who are approaching the door, and a battle will make people completely lose the courage of zombie melee combat. They easily killed hundreds of zombies, but more than twenty people in their own team were infected.

This kind of loss is unacceptable, and the people who gathered together dispersed. By the time Yang Yanguo finally gathered seven or eight people to start building the city wall, the others had already entered the mountains and forests and began to act as savages.

After Yang Yanguo and the others completed the construction of the city wall, there were several survivors in the jungle who came to take refuge, including the engineer. At that time, they were not bad. But unexpectedly, things changed after they found grain in a cellar behind the small building.

The smoke from Xiaolou's cooking attracted more than a dozen survivors, and at that time, Yang Yanguo was very happy to accept them. The zombies that keep coming are a bit hard for them to deal with, and it's much easier to deal with people.

However, he later learned that he should not have taken in these survivors who had completely changed their minds, and on the third day there was infighting in the team. The later survivors wanted to kill them and loot the small building. That civil war caused Yang Yanguo and them to suffer huge losses, and only twelve people remained. Most importantly, the engineer who could make crossbows was also killed in the infighting.

Fortunately, in the last days, I don't know why, the small wounds on their bodies slowly healed, and they healed like traces. At that time, the zombie hordes had already begun to mutate in large groups. Iron is big, and Bai Impermanence no longer appears once in ten days and half a month, but one in three or four groups.

They have no possibility of going down the mountain with this little manpower, so they can only survive in the small building day after day and year after year. Because there was still some food here, enough for a dozen of them to eat for more than a year, people did not die. But they really don't know where the future holds.

After spending the summer, through the fall, and into the winter, finally the crossbow they relied on for protection was overwhelmed. This crossbow, which was already shoddy, finally finished its life, leaving only a dozen or so dazed survivors.

Yang Yanguo stopped his memories and stabbed his spear into the head of an assassin zombie, at least he was enough, right? Without the crossbow, they can make a home on the cliff, and if they want to live anyway, he doesn't believe that only a few of them are still alive in this world.

"Everyone remember, we will deal with this big iron man, we use gasoline to burn, and it is inconvenient to move!" Looking at the iron-armored zombie with a long iron pipe inserted in his body and some difficulty walking, Yang Yanguo was still a little glad in his heart, at least this one should have a chance to kill it.

Just as the people on the city wall were desperately clearing out the other remnants of the zombies, preparing to clean them up and then deal with the big one. They heard a loud burst of applause, which came very suddenly.

"Hallucinations?" One of the survivors had just killed a zombie and looked up blankly. There shouldn't be anyone else on this hill, could it be that those ill-intentioned bastards are still alive?

"Ahhh Defense, defense, defense! "A woman's tongue was knotted as she spoke. Only halfway through the words, there was a cry in her voice, the kind of cry from the bottom of her heart, crying with joy, like pear blossoms with blood.

"No kidding, if the Wehrmacht were still here, come to the rescue ......," one of the survivors said casually, again only halfway through his words, his voice changed tone, "Wehrmacht!" Wehrmacht! The army is still there, and they have come to our rescue! The stubble-faced man was so excited that the muscles on his face were twisted, and he shouted with a hideous face.

Leng Yang was at the forefront, and he was still applauding. By his side, Wang Dong kept shooting with crossbow arrows in his hand. The bald men were all armed with rifles, and several of them raised their right hands and gave a thumbs up to Yang Yanguo.

"You guys have a good rest, recover your strength, these zombies are handed over to us!" Leng Yang's voice was plain and bland, but in Yang Yanguo's ears, it was like a heavenly sound. It's been a year, it's been a full year, and it turns out that our army is really still there.

Look at the heavily armed warriors in camouflage combat uniforms and helmets on the opposite side, look at the rifles in their hands and the heavy backpacks on their bodies. Yang Yanguo's eyes entered the sand, and no matter how he blinked, water droplets continued to flow out of his eye sockets.

"Whoosh" The crossbow arrows in Wang Dong's hand were like beaded arrows, and he quickly killed the remaining more than ten zombies. As for the assassin zombies, Feng Ye was wiping his Emei thorns on their corpses. This zombie is a lot for them with Yang Yanguo, and it is also a wave of their hands for the Doomsday team.

"Why don't they use guns?"

"What do you know? Didn't see how easy it was for them to solve? Soldiers are powerful, and Bai Wuchang dares to directly cold weapons. "The survivors on the walls are now on the ground, but their brains are excited.

"Damn, that soldier is so powerful, is that weapon in his hand some kind of high-tech weapon? Kill the big iron man in just one go? While this survivor was speaking, Feng Ye had just let go of the hand that was gripping the back of the neck of the iron-armored zombie and pulled his weapon from its eye socket.

These soldiers were so strong that Yang Yanguo couldn't imagine that it took less than five minutes from their appearance to the time they dealt with these more than ten or twenty zombies. There were only two of them working on it the whole time, and they hadn't used a firearm yet.

Leng Yang, who had just observed Yang Yanguo and them for a short time, admired these survivors very much, but he still had to say something. "Hello everyone, it's safe now, we can talk." He looked up and said to the people on the tree wall.

"Thank you, thank you, sir, thank you so much." Yang Yanguo thought about it and wanted to slide down the city wall directly, he felt that it was impolite to speak so condescendingly.

Leng Yang stopped him, "Don't get excited, everyone, I'm sorry, we are not the Wehrmacht, we are also survivors." Survivors struggling in this apocalypse. "This uniform is just to improve the morale of the team members, and Leng Yang also has the idea of taking advantage, but once the communication begins, it is better to make it clear first.

"You, you're not the Wehrmacht?" There was an unconcealed disappointment in the woman's voice, no matter how well-equipped the survivor team was, it couldn't give her enough security, only that uniform, that jungle green uniform could make her feel at ease.

Leng Yang took off his helmet, "We are a team of survivors, a team that has struggled since the day of the apocalypse, we just want to live." When he said this, Leng Yang looked serious. He's made it all the way to the present, and as he himself says, he just wants to live.

"Whoever you are, we just know that you saved us. Thank you, if it weren't for your help, we would have had a hard time just now. "In the last days, there are bestial people, but there are also people who still retain a sense of right and wrong. If everyone only cares about themselves, then why should I fight side by side with you when the zombies attack!

"This is as it should be, there is not much left of us humans now, and we can help a hand." The information coming out of Leng Yang's mouth made Yang Yanguo's hearts cold.

They had already speculated about this, but they still felt inexplicably sad in their hearts when this group of well-armed and powerful warriors said it. It turns out that this world is really not the same world it used to be? Is there no longer any side in trouble and all sides are supporting?

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