"Bang!" A black "**" blood flower splattered, and a deep blood hole appeared on the cheek of an ordinary zombie. The zombie shook all over, and before it could lean back, it was pushed forward by the other zombies behind it.

Its ragged, smudged body slammed heavily on the "corpse mound" formed by its own kind, and its two paws lay on the thigh of the other corpse ** unreasonably.

"Squeak, squeak." A zombie's jet-black feet stepped on its newly fallen face, and the heavy force deformed the bloodstained skull. This is the fate of ordinary zombies, and in the constant trampling, they become a solid part of the corpse mound.

The group of ordinary zombies controlled by the red "**" monster is not very dense, they form a forward formation similar to a phalanx but with large intermittent intervals, and slowly advance. Like a moving group of building materials, the zombies that fall are just there to fill in the holes.

On the city walls, it was a different story, with dense crowds crowding the walls.

Feng Ye, who was in a hurry, began to use the disguised "three-stage "**" attack method. It's not the three-row rotation, but a row lying on the ground, a row squatting, and a row standing to strengthen the fire density "**" shooting method.

This method is actually quite opportunistic, and people only have one chance to use it once on the small unobstructed terrain at the top of the city wall. As long as the zombie crowd is mixed with ironclad zombies, it is impossible for people to adopt such a dense way.

After all, the red "**" monster is not a fool, in the first few battles, it was also adjusted and found that only tongue zombies were the best in the ordinary zombie group. Then plus other zombies can do the same in the next battle.

But now the team can't take care of it so much, it's only right to block the ordinary zombie group first, and the defense line with strengthened firepower can be blocked for as long as it can. Starter Doomsday Reborn 753

Theoretically, as long as the ordinary zombie group is kept thirty meters away, then the corpse mound will never be built. It's just that in real life, a lot of times theories are just theories.

"Click!" Li Huaide, who was standing in the platoon ******, was extremely skilled in changing the magazine. In the process, his eyes didn't move, and he kept staring at the zombie group in front of him. The wars of the last days have made these former civilians grow up very quickly.

Feng Ye put down the walkie-talkie in his hand a little anxiously, the air force had informed him that the mutated zombie group at the back of the zombie group was being transferred. According to the previous rules of action, there will be a maximum of one or two hours before the mutant zombie group will attack.

When the soldiers on the city wall faced the ordinary zombie group this time, they were already very good. It took a night to hold on to the corpse mound to increase by more than a meter. It's just a pity that the number of zombies is still too much.

The lights on the city wall were still shining, and Feng Ye turned his head to look at the back of the city wall. The sky has gradually "revealed" the white of the fish's belly, and the comrades-in-arms who have worked hard all night behind the city wall have removed a lot of unnecessary materials.

The retreat of the team is inevitable, and the only thing that can tell everyone is that the interval between the zombie groups is getting longer and longer. This shows that the group of mutant zombies controlled by the red "**" monster is not up to the level of allowing it to squander at will.

Leng ** is also behind the city wall, arranging for everyone to evacuate. Around him, there was a large stretch of the highway with traces of turning. A lot of black cinders are being refilled by the soldiers.

And on the hills on both sides of the road, which is about forty or fifty meters long, there are also team members in action. They painted all the hills with red "**" paint to an unusually obvious red "**", as if to make some kind of conspicuous marking.

Li Xiaoshi and the others are still rushing to repair the city wall, and it will take time. But the wall could no longer hold on to that moment.

When the mutant zombie group began to move slowly towards the city wall, Liu Dongqiang and the high ** under their command also began to slowly withdraw from the position and retreat to the back. As the only two remaining heavy firearms of the Doomsday team, Gao ** Lian is extremely important.

Many of the soldiers who attacked the room also began to count the supplies they could take with them, and were ready to retreat.

During last night's discussions, Leng ** proposed another combat plan. People want to make a gamble for this, and all of them will be withdrawn to the Shibaozhai base. Li Xiaoshi: The dormitories and walls they built are not vegetarians.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da!" In the constant ** sound, what was hidden was a group of soldiers who withdrew from the city wall. The more than ten days of fighting have caused the Doomsday team to lose thousands of people, and Leng ** really can't bear such a price. For this reason, he preferred to retreat earlier.

The most important resource in the last days is actually people, as long as there are people, in a place as big as Huaxia, there will always be other things. After obtaining materials from the outside world again and again, Leng ** once again began to put human resources in the first place.

Team Doom has taken a completely different path from the rest of the survivor teams from the start. The ambitious goal proposed by Leng ** is simply not something that thousands of people can accomplish, so he has been constantly developing. This makes the Doomsday team very good in the apocalypse. Starter Doomsday Reborn 753

"Pour oil, pour oil. Check again! After the comrades around them withdrew from the city wall, they boarded the waiting truck non-stop, while the bald man and another group of soldiers were dumping gasoline on the dark road.

Barrels of gasoline were dumped on the road, and the oil and water of the gold **『** and the cinders on the road were in contact with the cinders on the road. br/>

Hundreds of people on the side of the city walls retreated in an orderly manner. People who have gone through two retreats have had enough experience, although they don't like this kind of thing.

This is the last city wall of the people in front of Shibaozhai, and the three majestic city walls built before have all been broken by the zombies from Jiangcheng. Compared to the increasingly powerful zombie group, the strength of the team is still far behind.

Leng ** looked at the assassin zombies who climbed the city wall, and gritted his teeth. The current Doomsday team can't swallow mountains and rivers like tigers, but one and three, three and three, these zombie hordes will always be exhausted!

"Everyone, retreat!" With Leng **'s order, the two trucks on the road began to start slowly. In the rear compartment, people were still pouring gasoline, and "**" fighters like Sun Jianqiu were firing at the mutated zombies swarming on the city wall.

A large number of mutated zombies began to move towards the highway, constantly jumping zombies, fast-moving assassin zombies, and **-type stout ironclad zombies like a group of demons dancing "chaotically".

Behind them, more zombies wanted to rush through the "**" water of the big embankment, constantly climbing over the city wall, and surging towards the black "**" road.

"Come on, come on! The more you come, the better! The speed of the truck was only a little faster than the mutant zombie group, and Leng ** stood in the car and looked at the mutant zombie group that was running, and the corner of his mouth "revealed" a somewhat hideous smile.

In the sky, Shi Youbo, who had already taken off and was on standby, carefully piloted the only gyroplane in the team, constantly hovering over the heads of the zombie group. From time to time, his eyes looked at the zombie horde below him.

A large number of mutant zombies poured across the city walls and began to regroup on the road, forming a black ****. However, Shi Youbo didn't care about them, he would only pay attention to the fat zombies who had just climbed over the city wall and moved much more slowly.

He waited patiently as the hordes of mutant zombies poured across the walls and toward the construction site at the end of the road. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, and forty minutes later, Shi Youbo slowly waited for the fat zombie group to move.

"We must first destroy these fat zombies, with them, the fire will never pose a threat." Shi Youbo remembered the speech of the cold team in the conference room last night, people have done so much work for this, and now it is time to realize it!

The zombie group controlled by the red "**" monster has initially formed the distribution of various troops, and it is not completely scattered. This allowed Shi Youbo to clearly see the group of fat zombies right under his feet.

A fat zombie with a round belly is slowly advancing, and it is also its kind by its side. These guys with oversized beer bellies are gradually keeping up with the zombie group in front, and they are responsible for the fire extinguishing of the entire zombie group.

It's just that this fat zombie doesn't know that on the side of the hill on the side of the road it walked, there is a red "**" paint that is dozens of meters long and unusually conspicuous. The red paint on either side of the road makes the road they pass through very different from the rest of the world.

"This is the time!" After Shi Youbo saw that most of the fat zombies had entered the marked highway, he suddenly pulled the "**" as a pole, and the gyrocopter swooped down towards the highway.

"Grandchildren, taste our power!" Shi Youbo's eyes widened angrily, and he pressed the remote control in his hand fiercely.

"Boom, boom!" At the same time that Shi Youbo shouted loudly, bursts of black "**" smoke and dust burst out from the highway marked by red "**" paint.

It's not just as simple as blowing up the "**", but also a large number of improvised anti-infantry mines on the side of the hills. These specially made mines mixed with a large number of steel balls exploded all over the length of the road.

"Boom, boom!" With a lot of military talents, the team's bombings are not a one-time detonation, they have a time-delayed fuse. Explosions continued to sound throughout the road, and these fat zombies arranged in a dense formation couldn't escape the distance of tens of meters at all.

"Whoosh!" A large number of steel balls and bullets flew in the zombie group, making bursts of breaking sounds. Unlike other zombies, the green "**" and "**" in the fat zombie** are the source of its threat, but these belly ** drawn by steel balls and bullets ** can't stop the outflow of "**" **.

Fat zombies splashed blood in this violent explosion, and a large number of people's ** stumps were scattered everywhere. In the gas of the explosion, the green "**" and "**" of these fat zombies almost dyed the entire section of the road green.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the fat zombie group that had just been in full swing on the entire section of the road had completely become a hell on earth. A large number of people's **stumps, and some fat zombies that can still move, but the belly** constantly flows green "**" "**" ** have become the main ones on the highway**.

These fat zombies have completely lost their proper role, just some walking corpses. As many as thousands of fat zombie clusters were wiped out in this ambush by the people, and Leng **'s strategy was completely successful.