The escaper even screamed and did not have time to smash it out. The whole person slammed into several pieces and flew in the air. The corpses flying in the air were still separated, and finally turned into a piece of flesh and blood, shards of flesh and blood, and raindrops drenched in the blocking front. On the crowd.

The **** pieces of meat fled to the players and the militia. The team members were weird and endured the desire to vomit. They continued to shoot and replace the magazines. The militiamen completely extinguished the thought of running away. They looked down and desperately looked at the mouth. There was a stinky D-type zombie.

The blocking line was also pre-arranged. The players and the militia were all shot on the chest wall with a height of one meter and six meters. The chest wall was a bit strange, with a little forward rake.

"The smack of smack ··········································································································· In the fog of the five fingers, an unusually loud command to drink.

"Push!!!"

The players standing behind the chest wall crouched down together, breathing the dusty air, making a big drink together, and slamming their shoulders on the earth wall.

"boom·····"

In the fog, the entire chest wall was pushed, the fog that blocked the position turned into a dusty sea, and the dusty sea that rises like a smoke rushed several meters high and spread slowly to both sides.

"Distributed ················

I can't wait to bury my head in the ground, and the trembled militiamen heard the drinking orders from their captains. They first screamed at God. Then they finally thought of the disintegration and retreat. They all got up and rushed to the fleet that was vaguely exposed in the dust. .

The crowds had just rushed through the dusty sea and went outside. Before they had time to breathe a fresh air, the "Tata Tower" fired again at the heavy machine gun in front of them.

12.7 Large-calibre machine gun bullets blasted a bowl of pits in front of them. The flying mud caught the collapsed stones and shot on the militia's face. They hesitated the pace of their retreat.

"Lines······························

Hundreds of gray people with swords and shields face the town with gray heads. Behind them, they are equally gray-faced, only to see their eyes, and they can't recognize the standing members standing neatly with a metal chain.

"吱吱·······” The paratroopers that have never been moved slowly open, just stopped by the militia, and the body rotates with the track to adjust the direction.

"The sudden procession..." The two long flames spouted from the body of the chariot, and the flashes of the road were torn open to the depths of the dust. The militia could not see the depths of the dust. The corpses were moving, and they gasped fiercely, ready for the next battle.

The D-type zombies that had been thrown up before have not seen the movement yet. The militia also vaguely guessed that the traps in those things were completely annihilated. This is a happy event, but they are not happy because they lost their chest walls. With the chest wall, they feel that they are about to face the battle naked.

The shooting of the two 80-type heavy machine guns of the paratroopers seemed to be only to cheer the militia. After a minute, they stopped shooting, and then the track turned to turn the car to the end.

Seeing the paratroopers carrying a thick armor and dexterous departure, the militia and the official members of the team together screamed Huang Quan.

After the paratroopers left, the zombies were looming in the dusty sea opposite. The zombies were not D-type zombies, nor ordinary zombies, but nearly 50 S-type zombies.

These S-type zombies are short and fast, and the speed of the charge is much faster than the D-type zombies. The distance of tens of meters is instantaneous.

“呜呜········”

The members behind the militia have held the metal chain in their hands on the top of the head, and the squeaky metal chain draws a circle, the chain is connected to the steel ball of the size of the table tennis ball, and the bright metal ball reflects the reflection. It took the eyes of the militia.

The dancers' metal chain stepped forward and reached the front of the militia. They tidy and squirmed. Dozens of two long-chained metal **** were circled to the welcoming S-type zombies.

Dozens of chain laps completely blocked the space swept by the S-type zombies. A zombie was trapped on the ground and fell to the ground. The zombies that fell down knocked down the zombies that came from behind and threw the right-handed 绊马索. The players then shook a horse on the left hand and shook it to the right hand. After a little rotation, they threw it out.

In the horror of the militiamen, the sturdy S-type zombies were wiped out, and the team members threw the metal chains in their hands, so that they could unload the rifles on their backs and pull the bolts around the S-type zombies. The guns will solve them all.

"Preparation······Preparation········”

The captains of their respective militia shouted loudly, the dust gradually dispersed, and in the dusty sea that was spread out, one only threw the zombies and shook their arms, and they appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"Touch ·······" The militia raised his hand, and the steel shield on the left arm was neatly buckled on the chest~lightnovelpub.net~brush·····"Hundreds of steel long knife Slanting, the sword points to the sky, and the knife back leans against the right shoulder.

The official team members put down the guns and ran neatly with the knife and shield. They took the initiative to stand in front of the militia and gradually increased their faces. The zombies were as dense as the tides. They were the first. Road anti-wave wall.

The zombies and human beings who have thrown out the dust are all looking like gray faces. If there are weapons in human hands, the zombies are empty, and they really can’t recognize who is the zombie and who is human.

The first line of zombies gradually approached, facing the zombies on the way, the militiamen had no previous tension and fear, and the sturdy 2,580,000 official players stood in front of them, holding the same knife shields in their hands. The players did not tremble like them. The nervous knife and the knife both held the water. When they saw the performance of others, the militia did not want to be looked down upon. They encouraged the blood and prepared to kill one.

"Call!!! Ha!!!"

A team leader raised his knife and shouted.

Dozens of long knives are held together, and dozens of people scream together.

Hundreds of long knives held high like Lin, and the dragon's high drink pierced the sky.

The squadron’s long knife slanted, and the blade pointed at the dense corpse, and a blast of thunder exploded from his chest:

"kill···········"

Looking down from the sky, the ground dust is slowly, like a fog like the sea, the dust is throwing hundreds of thousands of zombies, and the ants are like a tide, as if to sweep everything.

In front of the ant wave, there are more than a hundred humans who hold high knives and whistling. Their number is only one tenth of the corpse. It is like a reef standing on the rocks. Suddenly the reefs move, they take the initiative to meet the zombies, the official players. Rushing in front, the militia followed, no one stepped back, no one was dragging, everyone shouted loudly, the footsteps were fast, running, the knife was shining, flashing the moment Fanghua.