The crowd was roaring and roaring, the weapons in their hands were uneven, there were knives, sticks, fire axes, and their enemies were tens of thousands of zombies.

The battle began, like a human wall, in close contact with the zombies that poured in like a tide, countless zombies and the human wall met violently, and in the distance, a violent impact sound could be heard.

Kill, kill, kill, a bone claw, quietly stretched out in the chaotic battle, snorted and inserted into the person's chest and abdomen, the body of the person who was hit suddenly trembled, painful, painful to make people want to scream.

But he didn't retreat, even if he was injured, he didn't retreat, but raised the weapon in his hand and swung it with all his might, and the zombie died, and he also fell, foaming blood in his mouth, a hole in his chest and abdomen, and his internal organs were scratched and smashed.

When he died, he was unwilling, and looked at the crowd that was still roaring with his only strength, and he seemed to smile, as if to prove that Lao Tzu did not retreat and did not lose the face of mankind.

One person fell, dozens fell, but there were others to make up, and they didn't have time to be sentimental, because the zombies, still advancing, smelling blood, they were even more excited.

The zombies are like a tide, the human wall is like a wall, they used their lives to block the way of the zombies, there was no fear, no retreat, and even the red eyes were killed.

There is only one belief left in my mind, kill, kill, kill, and die must not take half a step back.

The east gate has become a meat grinding ground, which is a place where zombies and humans compete, zombies are dying in pieces, and humans are also decreasing, but for every person who dies, thousands of zombies will turn into white light.

The casualties are not proportional, but the dead people are all living people, they are the fire of human beings, and every death means that the survival of human beings will be more difficult, which is something that thousands of zombies can't exchange.

The battle between the zombies and the humans was in a stalemate, like a flood hitting a levee, and they never advanced a single point, but the human side failed to move forward.

Endless zombies are pounding the dam, each time they are held back, this is a battle of patience and strength, no strategy can work, some, just fight to see who falls first.

Wang San and Wu Tao and a few others were like boats in the flood, advancing against the flood, until they came to the middle of the zombies, they could no longer advance a point, their fists were like hammers, their legs were like pillars, and they fought desperately in the middle of the zombies.

It's not that they're heroes, it's that they're looking, looking for the licker, and they have to go deeper, because if the licker appears in front of the defending human wall, it can easily tear open the defense, which no one wants to see.

According to the information, the status of lickers among zombies is very transcendent, because where they are, no ordinary zombies will approach, which is an advantage, and the best way to find zombies.

I don't know how many times I swung my fists, but Wang San didn't feel tired, but his body became hot when he swung his fists, which made people excited.

Another punch smashed the zombies in front of him into bones, turned into white light and disappeared, Wang San stepped out, as if he had come to another world, his whole body seemed to be light, and the sense of congestion disappeared in an instant.

Raising his blood-red eyes, he didn't even hesitate, because this clearing was his target, and the owner of this clearing had nothing but the licker.

Like a lightning flash, Wang San's figure disappeared in place, appearing in front of it in the roar of the licker, a fist, constantly enlarged in the licker's eyes.

Eventually, a punch was punched into its head, sending flesh flying, and the licker was blown off the head without any resistance.

The white light flashed, Wang San picked up the beast core on the ground and rushed into the zombie group again, and the original open space was filled by the zombie group in an instant, and there was no gap left.

Looking up, Wang San looked at the broken city wall, and then looked at the city wall that had not fallen, where it was still very high, so high that people could only look up.

The figure jumped up, because Wang San, to go up to the city wall, the characteristics of the licker are too obvious, in the zombie tide to find the most wasteful thing, but also the stupidest way, only by standing on a high place, can you find the licker faster.

The body is detached from the zombie horde, but it is not really leaving.

The body was sinking, but Wang San didn't seem to be very panicked, because when he descended to the top of the zombie's head. Ignoring the thousands of corpse claws stretched out by the zombies, he stepped on the rotting heads of the zombies like stepping on watermelons.

The zombie's head suddenly exploded, and he couldn't withstand the force of Wang San's kick at all, and while stepping on the zombie's head, Wang San's other foot also stretched out in the same way.

The body descended slowly, and the legs alternated like windmills, so fast that the body could not descend and appeared in another place.

His behavior at the moment is like a light skill, but it is not a light skill, it has been proved that as long as a person's speed is fast enough, he can move forward on the water, of course, this required speed is not something that a person can achieve.

Even if the current Wang San can't reach it, the reason why he can move forward without landing is because of the zombies that burst their heads one by one under their feet, and they can't even turn corners along the way, and they move forward completely in a straight line.

But that's enough, because his purpose has never been to be a trapeze man on top of the zombie's head, his purpose has always been above the city wall.

Because where he could find everything he was looking for.

His actions fell in the eyes of many people, although there was no voice or shout, but his actions gave everyone a shot in the arm, what kind of person is the most popular on the battlefield.

The strong, the strong enough to make ordinary people desperate, and such a strong man on either side can bring self-confidence to the people on this side, just like living faith, giving people courage.

The crowd, the attack was more powerful, even the momentum, suddenly rose a little, and even the footsteps also stepped forward under the unanimous outbreak of everyone, it was this step that brought a higher morale, and the entire crowd, spirit, and spirit rose to a height.

This step is like a chemical reaction, so that they are fighting separately and have a common enemy, as if they have become a whole in an instant, and between the shots, they become surprisingly consistent, and step out again, the human wall has taken another step forward, and the tacit understanding is quietly formed.

They were like a pile of flour, stirred by zombies, but they couldn't be together anyway, and Wang San's appearance was like water, so that the flour was glued together in the stirring, and it became more and more tight.

The human wall, this is the real wall, like one, together.

And Wang San, the figure appeared at the foot of the broken wall, his hands were like iron hooks, and he grabbed into the wall with a snort, and the internal force on it flashed, without any moves, it was already like an eagle claw cast in iron.

With his feet stepping on again, the muscles on his arms tensed violently, and his body jumped in Wang San's soft shout, and the person was already in the air, and with another use of strength, he had reached the top of the wall.

The wind blew slightly, and at this moment, Wang San was like a god of war, looking down at the audience arrogantly, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, looking for the goal of this trip.

The human wall, the zombies, the lickers, the few people who were fighting alone in the zombie group, he saw it all, and there were even ordinary people standing quietly in the back ready to rush up, he saw them all.

Like a painting, he is like a bystander, but how can he be a bystander, he seems to have found something, this kind of thing sprouts in the body, takes root, and makes the blood all over his body burn.