"Where the hell did Lieutenant Newick go?"

Connors wandered irritably in the tent, his face flushed, and he asked eagerly to one of the soldiers who had been left behind:

"He took half of the soldiers without saying a word, and he didn't even say a word to inform us."

", you know what? Now I don't know when there are a lot of zombies running outside, and we can't even find anyone to talk to now. ”

He is a marauder who joined halfway, and there are more than a dozen brothers under him, all of whom used to be gang members in the city, and he thought that he could get a lot of benefits by mixing with the army, but now, most of the supplies are let the soldiers go, not to mention, occasionally want to open meat, but they are always stopped, there are a lot of bullshit rules here, so that these gangsters live very uncomfortable.

The soldier who stayed behind was a little embarrassed, and he replied hesitantly:

"There's a special situation out there, Lieutenant Newick has taken someone to solve it, and he should be back soon."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The gunfire erupted, and for a moment the atmosphere in the camp became tense.

Connors knew that it was useless to talk to this big-headed soldier, and wanted to complain a few more words, when he suddenly heard the sparse exchange of fire outside, and his heart suddenly tightened.

He glared at the remaining soldiers, picked up his rifle, and rushed to the outskirts of the camp.

The camp in Faith is housed in a toy factory, protected by low walls on three sides, with only a gap in the front to defend against the zombies.

As soon as Connors broke out of the defensive line, he saw more than a dozen of his companions guarding the gap in the front of the camp, constantly firing and killing the zombies outside the factory.

However, the movement of a salvo of more than a dozen rifles was too great, and at a glance, the surrounding zombies were attracted by the sound, and there were already hundreds of zombies gathered outside the camp, densely packed, forming a black oppressive piece.

This kind of scene made Connors's eyelids jump, and he couldn't help but think of the memory of the camp he had followed before being breached by zombie hordes.

"Bastard, what are you doing?"

"Didn't I tell you not to use a gun?"

Connors gritted his teeth, his face was fierce, and he commanded his little brother while scolding, and said:

"You guys go get the trucks over, we're blocking ......."

However, before the middle-aged gangster finished speaking, the people under him saw that the boss's head was like a watermelon, and something had smashed it.

The red and white object exploded violently, splashing on the bodies of several people around them.

As if it was some kind of signal, at the same time, some of the companions who were defending in key positions were attacked one after another.

Some were shot in the head, while others were hit by bullets to the limbs or torsos, and the bullets were so powerful that more than a dozen people were horrified in an instant.

A hippie-style long-haired thug screamed:

"There's an enemy attack!"

Then he was shot in the head by a bullet.

Originally, the strength of the defense was reduced by half, and now it has lost more than a dozen by a sneak attack.

The defense of the camp suddenly fell into an extremely bad situation.

The dozen or so soldiers who stood in front of the zombie herd also lost the courage to resist the corpse herd, and they retreated to the factory, trying to find cover to avoid the enemy's sneak attack.

At this moment, more than a dozen fireballs spraying flames appeared in the sky, and they were very fast, flying into the crowd of corpses and people in the blink of an eye.

Bang! Bang! Rumble!

A violent explosion erupted from the spot where the fireball landed, and the flames instantly enveloped the corpses and the soldiers who tried to escape.

Flames and explosions are relentless.

The terrible screams erupted suddenly, and then stopped abruptly.

Hundreds of zombies and a dozen or so soldiers were blown to minced meat in an instant.

However, the enemy attack was not over, and from time to time rockets flew out of the shadows, hitting the dense crowds of corpses, and the surviving soldiers were occasionally hit by gunmen hiding in the shadows.

Whether they resist or kneel and beg for mercy, bullets in the shadows will take their lives without any mercy.

Ten minutes later, the camp of the toy factory gradually fell silent, and the ordinary survivors without weapons had already hidden in the depths of the factory, covering their mouths with fear, not daring to make any sound.

The same goes for the soldiers who escaped death sporadically, forgetting their identities and discarding their weapons and hiding in the chaotic crowd.

When Leon came out of the darkness with more than 100 fully armed warriors and surrounded the camp, no one dared to stand up and resist.

He took a lit cigar in his mouth, looked up at the miserable enemies at the gate of the camp, and sighed helplessly.

Having occupied the camp, Leon thought for a moment and ordered both Moore and William:

"Captain Moore, Colonel William, your two teams are responsible for cleaning up the surrounding zombies, and no zombies are allowed to threaten the safety of this place until we evacuate."

He turned to Aggie and Daryl and said:

"The team of the two of you is responsible for maintaining order here, helping Andrea pacify the survivors inside, and if anyone dares to resist with a gun, shoot them directly."

"Remember, don't be soft, your own safety is the most important thing."

After instructing the battle team, Leon said to Andrea behind him:

"Andrea, you go and take Robb, Arrant, and Kinley with you, they are all from this camp and should help you pacify the survivors here."

"Tell the survivors to cooperate and we won't hurt them."

Everyone received the order and immediately took their subordinates to complete the task assigned by Leon.

Leon took another puff of his cigar and said to Cavilla, who was beside him:

"Originally, we still had a bunch of battle plans, but I didn't expect that it was just a group of rabble, which would be shattered as soon as we fought, and suddenly we lost interest."

Kevela rolled her eyes at Leon and said in a cold voice:

"Combat is like that, the more prepared you are, the weaker the enemy will be."

"I once lay traps and bait in a mud puddle to hunt a male lion, and finally killed it with a single shot."

Seeing that the man's mood was still a little low, Kevela walked up to Leon's side, grasped his palm with his slender hand, and pressed it to his chest.

"It's good, it's a lot less fun to fight, but it protects the people you know and doesn't get hurt from them."

"This is what a wise leader should do."

Leon glanced at Kevira, the girl's eyes were misty, and there was a faint smile of encouragement on her face full of wild charm.

"You're right, I'm just a little hypocritical."

Busy until the evening, finally straightened things out, Leon and his soldiers did not stop, with a team of several hundred people set off for the return journey, the battle just now sent out a lot of movement, zombies began to gather one after another, continue to stay here, it is likely to be surrounded by zombies around.

Instead of taking the team back to the Umbrella Base, he took them to the Maple Leaf Apartment, which had been cleaned up before.

There are enough houses here, and the environment is quite good, which is more suitable for this group of captives.

Although this group of people are ordinary survivors, they are still people who do not deserve to be trusted immediately, and he left two squads as their guards and let them live in the Maple Leaf Apartment temporarily.

For a long time to come, he will confirm the character and character of these people.