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Chapter 581 Helmet with the Hook Logo

Li Xiang looked at the several men who had escaped from him, his eyes full of anger. "Come back! All for Lao Tzu to come back! Are you worthy of Mr. Liu like this? Is it worthy of the rifle in your own hand! His voice was a little high, and he was very lonely and helpless in the chaotic position.

Looking at the men who kept running, and looking at the assassin zombies who spread their feet and used their speed to wreak havoc in the crowd, Li Xiang's heart was full of despair. These idiots, whose enemies are not humans, will not have anything that will allow surrender.

Just as Li Xiang was about to fight to the death, a somewhat strong voice came from behind him, and he was even louder in this voice. "Anti-aircraft artillery company, gasoline soldiers all retreat! We'll buy you time! Tell our captain and thank him for taking care of him this year! ”

Li Xiang turned his head suddenly, and he saw a somewhat tall figure, the temporary captain of the law enforcement team, a man named Wang Dong, who was gathering the soldiers near him. He was surrounded by soldiers with epaulettes and women with short hair, but more often than not, he wore the same kind of helmet with the hook mark.

Li Xiang knew that these people were members of the law enforcement team, and those with curved hook helmets were all members of the Doomsday team, and their captain was called Leng Yang. "Sing our dear motherland, from now on to the burning of prosperity and strength!"

"Da Da Da, Da" In the continuous gunshots, in the crowd of zombies, Wang Dong sang this old song loudly. His military uniform was already stained with the black blood of zombies, and in front of him, zombies were constantly hit by his accurate shots and fell to the ground.

"Over the mountains, over the plains, across the rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River," gradually began to be sung along with him, and among the warriors who also wore hooked helmets were men and women, all singing the old song in unison, shooting and retreating.

Zombies constantly crossed the line and threw the singing warriors to the ground, even if they were protected by helmets, even if they were wearing thick military uniforms. When the warriors stood up again, they were also stained with bright red blood, and prayed that more warriors would never be able to stand up again.

Li Xiang's eyes were red, and the eyes of the soldiers of the anti-aircraft artillery company a few hundred meters behind them were red. The men who were still throwing petrol bombs with weak hands and feet were red-eyed. These people are holding on to death, giving their lives to give the troops behind time to retreat.

"The vast and beautiful land is our dear hometown!" In the singing, one by one, the soldiers and the women under Yu Linrong also began to sing along. Maybe none of them will see the sun tomorrow, but they firmly believe that one day, all the surviving human beings will see their beautiful hometown!

"Mommy you, fucking fuck off! Get out of here! Avenge us later! Li Xiang's eyes were split, he stopped his steps, and shouted loudly at the anti-aircraft artillery company behind him, and then he grabbed several magazines, and once again made the rifle in his hand let out an angry roar.

The company commander of the anti-aircraft artillery company had blood-red eyes and smashed his fist on the steel on his body, causing blood to splash his hands. "Fuck, withdraw! We're all fucking withdrawn!! The volume that burst from his throat told his unwillingness, his helplessness, and he could only watch his heroes exchange their lives for them time.

Wang Dong smashed it against the head of a jumping zombie, completely unconcerned about the rotten blood splashed on his body and the blood that flowed from his body. "We love peace, we love our homeland, and whoever dares to violate us will be killed." The voice of the Northeast man fluttered high in the battlefield.

With the collapse of a large number of people, the trenches on the front line have been filled by zombies, and a large number of zombies are slowly pushing the barricade as tall as a breastwork. And numerous jumping zombies and assassin zombies that were thrown in were wreaking havoc in the crowd.

"Hahaha, stupid, Lao Tzu is now immortal, you broken zombie still thinks Lao Tzu is afraid of you!" A warrior with a red hooked helmet grinned and blew the head of an Assassin zombie apart, only the Assassin zombie that fell to the ground had a piece of bright red flesh from his right abdomen on its claws.

He didn't care about the pain in his body at all, and opened fire to another zombie, he only had less than twenty minutes to live, and he was immortal in less than twenty minutes. In the desperate and desperate counterattack of the veteran team members led by Wang Dong, and in their high-pitched singing, many people were inspired by them to participate in this battle that was destined to go back.

The soldiers of the antiaircraft artillery company were red-eyed, driving the two remaining 57 antiaircraft guns in Xiangcheng and slowly retreating. On their side were gasoline artillerymen who were also trying to remove some trebuchets. They all watched with wide eyes, looking at these heroes who sacrificed their lives for the entire Xiangcheng and mankind.

A scarred soldier slammed into the zombie horde and pulled a grenade on his body. The "Boom" grenade detonated the other two grenades on the body, causing a small explosion in the zombie crowd, causing many zombies to be overturned by the air wave and fall to the ground.

Although the zombies were gradually getting up again, the assassin zombies, who had lost their speed all of a sudden, gave the others a great chance, and they all opened fire on these targets despite the scars on their bodies. With the example of the military, it has become a fashionable entertainment to pull a grenade at the last moment, at least you can blow up a few zombies, right?

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Li Xiang is completely crazy, he is constantly shuttling among the zombies, but as a black boxer, he has an agile evolutionary attribute, and he is using all means to eliminate the zombies. His mouth kept echoing the old song that echoed on the battlefield, that was their home, that was the hometown they dreamed of returning.

"Hey, Li Xiang!" A voice sounded beside Li Xiang, causing the bodyguard to turn around in surprise. "Li Xiaozhi is good, now he has picked up a deliberate stick!" Wang Dong, whose face was covered with black blood and even had a blood hole on his face, opened his mouth wide and said to him vaguely.

A young man beside Wang Dong who was also wearing a hooked helmet, a large piece of flesh on his arm, dripping with blood, explained with a smile, "You kid is good, you haven't been infected, you can get out now!" The rifle in his hand was still shooting from time to time, and a jumping zombie was hit in the center of the eyebrow by him just when he was about to jump, and fell to the ground.

A surge of anger surged in Li Xiang's heart, Nima's still looks down on me now? Isn't it just that you're infected, you're not afraid of death, and you're dragging it like 2580,000? Just as he was about to roar, the young man was the first to raise his right hand, "Trouble, do me a favor, say sorry to our captain, and bury us on Sky Mountain in the future!" ”

The seven or eight warriors standing together led by Wang Dong all raised their right hands at the same time and saluted him, "Brother, it's trouble!" Looking at these soldiers with blood-stained faces, scars everywhere, and blurred flesh and blood, Li Xiang's nose was very sour, very sour. There was some water in his eyes unconsciously, and there was still salty water.

", the zombies have broken through the barricades, you're a new human, it's not worth dying here!" With the roar of the people, Li Xiang retreated.

With two lines of tears, looking at the sea of zombies in the distance that had already toppled the barricades and swarming towards the people, and looked at the warriors who were still singing loudly in front of the sea of zombies, they retreated. He owes them the position he lost with his people, but he wants these people to use their lives to help him fill the gap!

Some of the men who had just escaped had come back to join the battle under Wang Dong's inspiration, and now they were almost killed, some of them were chased and killed by more than a dozen assassin zombies who had entered the wolf pack, most of them were infected and died, and only about twenty people finally escaped back.

After losing the strong defense line and losing the courage to fight with the zombies, they once had hundreds of zombies under their command, but they were as weak as sheep under the threat of zombies. This is morale, the kind of ethereal but real morale that affects human beings.

"Assemble, assemble, these ammunition can't be left to zombies in vain! Let's go on the road together, and when we get to Huangquan Road, there will be a response! "Amid the shouts of the warriors, the rest of the people gradually gathered around the fifty or sixty thousand rounds of ammunition that everyone had too late to take away.

"Give me, give me, one, one shot!" Another warrior began to mutate, his mouth trembling and his mouth wide open. The comrades-in-arms beside him did not hesitate to pull the trigger and make his comrades' bones white, which was the greatest blessing to him.

The fallen inverted triangular eye man also slowly stood up, the battle just now was too hasty, and many soldiers were not hit in the head before they died. Looking at these former comrades-in-arms, several women in the crowd still let out exclamations.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, everyone stand together, and after a big firework, I promise that we will never become zombies!" Looking at the former comrades-in-arms who stood up one by one, and looking at the sea of zombies that had broken through the barricades and poured towards them, the people who had already been prepared showed a faint smile on their faces.

"Over the mountains, over the plains, across the rushing Yellow River and the Yangtze River. The vast and beautiful land is our dear hometown! In the midst of the high songs, the boundless sea of zombies drowned this group of humans like praying mantis blocking cars. There is no trace of humanity in the black "crowd".

"Nima!" Leng Yang's voice resounded in the sky, and in the hissing and heart-splitting shout, there was too much unwillingness on his part.

Leng Yang, who got the report, hurriedly led a team of hundreds of people towards the front line. When he saw from a distance those people in green uniforms and helmets being submerged in the sea of zombies, the otaku running on the highway suddenly lost all his strength and fell to his knees softly.

Behind him, Feng Ye and Sun Jianqiu, and behind him, the hundreds of people on the Doomsday team who were running desperately all fell to the ground softly, looking at the place where their comrades died from a distance, and at the position that had been submerged by the sea of zombies. They didn't come here to see them one last time, no!

"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud noise erupted in the sea of zombies, a cloud of orange smoke and dust slowly rose, and the air wave generated by the explosion of a large number of bullets caused almost all the zombies who had just crossed the defense line to fall to the ground. Countless zombies were shattered in this explosion, this is Wang Dong's salute on their way, and it is their most dazzling farewell!

In this turbulent wave of air, Leng Yang saw a helmet flying high in the smoke, and the red hook logo was unusually dazzling on the helmet in that sky. He knew that it was his comrades who were saying their final goodbyes to him!

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