At 1:30 noon, the team arrived at their destination.

Here is a small market town, the road of the Mercedes-Benz is just passing through the center of the market. On both sides of the road are the shops of this kind of restaurant. From the roadside, there are various new or old-fashioned small buildings. There is no bungalow here. The economy is much more developed than in the mountains.

The reservoir site is on the other side of the market town. The dilapidated towns are full of turbulent zombies. It is also a coincidence. The warehouse is located close to the team. It is not necessary to disturb the zombies in the town. As long as the zombies around the warehouse are resolved.

The team slowly stopped at the warehouse attachment, and the car body just stopped. The militiamen sitting in the car were driven off by the respective captains. The militia was less than 100 meters away from the warehouse. The distance of 100 meters allowed the militia. They clearly saw the zombies who wandered around.

The dead zombies and the living zombies are two concepts. They used to sit in the carriages and watch the zombies wandering around the road. They immediately drummed their hearts. When they thought that they might have to take the knife shield and go to the zombies, the one hidden in the chest. The heart is no longer playing drums, but old people want to get out of the eyes of the blind.

Compared with the militia's soft hands, the captain of the militia, who is an official member, appears to be slack, holding a rifle with a contemptuous look at the zombies in the distance, and looking back at the murderous militia behind him.

Seeing the captain’s fierce eyes, the militia bowed their heads with guilty conscience.

"Put your head up, put your chest up, lift the shield, there is only one target, the zombies in front are dead, or you are eaten. I am behind you, as long as they face me, kill."

After all, the captain’s left hand raised the gun, right hand opened the bolt, and looked at each hand. The captain did not take the lead. This is for a reason. The front is the training ground, the brave is alive, the weak is dead, this is the militia. The purpose is that the team has no time to teach them slowly and make them elite in death. It is the most direct and fastest way.

"Report ··· Reporting captain, I was injured, is it...·········

The unfortunate militia who was thrown out of the car was stunned, and the unlucky militia who was thrown out of the carriage did not speak. On the forehead with a bruised face, the cold barrel of the ice had reached the big piece of his flesh. The barrel was cold and arrived at him. On the head, let him get hot, and the sweat of the bean oozes from the forehead.

Looking at the captain's eyes full of killing, he repeatedly asked for mercy, asking for the sound of the captain did not move, only to see the captain of the militia pulled out the thorn from the waist and raised his hand to stab his neck.

"I am going to go to..."

When the rhythm of voice became the voice of approval, the army stabbed on his neck. The sharp army thorn just picked up his flesh, and a little vermilion slowly ran down the wound wounded by the army.

"You don't have to go, I teach you a trick. The zombies are particularly sensitive to blood. I think that the zombies within a kilometer will be attracted. You have to face no more than a hundred zombies in front. It’s a thousand zombies in a kilometer position. Good luck, right, the machine guns behind are aiming at you, don’t blame me, blame this idiot.”

After that, the captain of the militia took the guy who had been pierced by the neck to the militia team. He turned and returned to the team with other captains. He left only a hundred militiamen, and they were silent, but they had tears.

The militia team was stuck between the lost group and the team. They looked at the machine guns on the three-and-two off-road vehicles and looked back at the zombies that constantly rushed out of the town. The zombies that had been wandering in the warehouse were faster than before. At the pace of N times, Zhang Lili rushed to them.

"I am killing you..."

A different team militia rushed up and slammed on the chin of the unlucky guy. The guy screamed and spit out a few big teeth and fell to the ground. The militia didn’t know what to do. He slashed his knife to the guy on the ground and looked down. To split the guy in half.

"When..." was a loud noise, the steel knife was blocked by the steel shield, and the knife holder and the shield were simultaneously retracted.

"You, his mother, don't look at the time. I didn't see those things coming over. I have to keep my life. His **** will say afterwards, as long as he is still alive, then liquidate."

The militia who wanted to kill did not make a sound. He pulled off his clothes, dropped his shirt on the ground, picked up the shield and screamed, and did not show weakness with the shield. He barked with him, and the atmosphere of the two people Driven together, hundreds of people together made a roar of the sky.

Their screaming voice was still hovering in the air, and two zombies rushed to the front.

"冲冲·"

The shielded singer screamed and rushed out one step at a time. The shirtless knives were not willing to succumb, and then rushed out together. "Dangdang" sounded, the zombies that had been rushed were hit, and the militia behind were also Assault, and the two people in front of the two rushed together and smashed the rain.

"Come again, prepare...·······"

The shielded screamer shouted, and the militia behind it spread out to face the zombies that had been rushed. The lost body on the ground had become a bone marrow.

"Ha·······································

The knife-holders stared at the zombies who were about to scream.

"My name is Chi Yong, don't forget to make a monument to me..."

Chi Yong, who has a shield, also broke out with great enthusiasm. He did not fight to make a will, but he wanted to set a mortal heart.

"Good guys, Lao Tzu is Liu Wei, remember, if you die, you will do it..."

The knife holder Liu Wei is not willing to be ~lightnovelpub.net~ **** man is not a pool Yong.

"Come on..." "Chong·······"

Chi Yong and Liu Wei shouted together and rushed forward.

The zombies are coming over one after another. There are no thousand of the militia captains. There are more than three hundred. The area of ​​more than a thousand square meters is really small. At first, the zombies in the town were not used to explode the zombies in the town. Naturally, There are not many that rush out of the town.

There are only more than three hundred zombies, three times that of the militia. The militia does not know how many zombies there are. For example, the zombies in their eyes are all dense and numb, and the number is too numerous. They are rushing to the front with their dead thoughts. Feel free to slash, eyes like blood, mouths with a mess of words, the long knife in the hands of dumplings stuffed like a mess.

As time passed, some people's physical strength could not keep up, and the long knife that was thrown out was heavy, and a militia, Fulin, remembered the words that the captain had confessed.

"I don't have the strength to squeeze with the shield, and I have a strong neck cut.·······"

This sentence was repeatedly shouted. Chi Yong and Liu Wei, who were too tired, also picked up together. Slowly, the militiamen were divided into groups and used the power of the group to deal with a zombie. Soon, the zombies were killed. The speed has increased, the density of zombies is decreasing, the pressure of the militia is also decreasing, and the number of zombies on the ground is increasing. The militiamen are more and more daring, no longer passive, but active. Zombies.

This brave force is indeed a short-lived. Before they had waved long knives because of tension and fear, they found a way, and their physical fitness could not keep up. Seeing that the overwhelmed zombies gradually gained the upper hand, the militiamen were forced to retreat. At this moment, everyone thinks that life is alive, and mourns the preparation for the last moment.

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