No one thought that the militia could kill the zombies, because the militia was themselves. They only hoped that the militia would escape by themselves and not be caught by the zombies. They also reached a wish in their hearts and only hoped that the militia would survive.

At this moment, they saw that the militia that had been tumbling on the ground like a gyro no longer rolled, but faced the zombies straight up. Seeing this scene, countless people were anxious for the militia. Why would he be so stupid? Didn’t see the big block of the zombies, even the guns couldn’t kill. Why did a small man with a shield stand in front of the zombies and face it? Is it that he is tired and can't run.

"what!!!"

"Run fast!!!"

"you're so dumb!"

The following loud noises were heard. The people below watched the zombies rushing to the militia. The militia stood still in the same place with the shield. The zombies are what the power is. The people below know that the militia can easily fly. The people below are all I know that the militia who had been hit by flying could not have known that the crowd exclaimed and let the militia escape. They not only said to the militia, but also to themselves. At this time, they used the militia as their own incarnation. .

The following voices were filled, and the zombies and militia above did not suffer any interference. One heart only had food. In one eye, only the zombies and zombies flew to the front of the militia, one paw swung down, and then the other paw swung in front of it. The militia held the shield and blocked the claws of the zombies as before. When he stepped back, the pupil in his eyes caught the figure that the zombies hit him.

"Touching..." The zombie hit the bevel of the steel shield. The force that it brought was removed by the militia. The zombie’s center of gravity was unstable, and a few steps were taken. The militia was also uncomfortable. He was forced to retreat by force. The following is a good voice. They all know that this is not easy. It is very good to be able to do this step. The former inhabitants of the gathering place, now on the stage and the zombies killed and killed, gave the people in the gathering place a heart. A pinch of heart-strengthening agent, they are very satisfied, most people look at the camp soldiers who stand indifferently under the table, hoping that they can find a way to kill the D-type zombies, because the militia has proved their courage.

Many of the soldiers below are as excited as the survivors of the gathering place. They are all militiamen. They are militiamen who have only touched the gun for a few days. The soldiers on the stage know that they have seen it before eating and training, and even several. I also spoke to the man. The militia can do it here. They don’t have any jealousy or contempt. They only know that that person can do it, and they can do it.

The onlookers hope that they can kill the zombies. They also hope that the steel guns in their hands are tight and loose. Once and for all, the palms are all sweaty. However, they did not get orders and could not send bullets from the steel guns. The head of the zombie.

The militia on the stage was slammed back and forth. This time, the retreat was a retreat. His end was a long knife on the ground. In the exclamation of the crowd, the militia was once again knocked down to the ground, and the zombies also smashed into the air. Rushing forward, the zombie's ability to balance is not weak. In three or two steps, he stood firm and retreated. He once again rushed to the militia. The militia took the opportunity to re-hold the steel knife in his hand. The knife face slammed on the shield and made a loud noise. The militia rushed. The zombie’s shouting of heartbreaking seems to be venting, and it seems to be challenging.

Different militiamen bring different feelings to the onlookers. They feel that the distance between the militia and them is infinitely far away. People are still that person, but they are no longer afraid of facing the zombies before the fear. The man, when that person became fearless and fearless, they felt that the person became so strange, but did not prevent them from continuing to watch, no one shouted again, and tens of thousands of people in the center looked calmly. The militia, in their hearts, gave birth to an expectation. They expected that ordinary people like them could give them hope and hope.

The zombies flew in front of the militia and waved their big claws to catch them. The militia side shields the steel shields in front of them. The claws were scratched on the smooth shield and a flower mark was drawn. The militia’s arms were loose and the zombies wiped the shield. Rushing aside, the militia crossed the zombie, and the steel knife in his hand slashed at the waist of the zombie.

The waist muscles of the zombies were cut by a sharp long knife, and the zombies stood. Many of the onlookers clearly saw that a trace of black blood slowly flowed out from the gap between the waists. The gap of the wound is wide open, and the black muscles are exposed to the air. If the ordinary person has such a knife, he has long squatted on the ground and screamed. The zombie seems to have no feeling, and once again, the front face is swallowing. militia.

The strong zombies fell into the eyes of the people below, so the heavy injuries were ineffective against the zombies. They gave birth to a fear that the zombies could not be warned. The fear was only the crowds underneath, but did not include the militia above. On the contrary, in his mind Not only is there no fear, but a little excitement.

The militia is only suspicious of whether he can kill the dead D-type zombies, but he does not doubt that the D-type zombies will not kill. He has seen the killed D-type zombies, not the guns, but the knives of his comrades. The militiamen who joined the camp, smashed the zombies with steel shields in twos and threes, and then hacked them to death. Once the strong D-type zombies were surrounded, they were like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Although facing such a D-type zombie alone, it is not as emboldened as a comrade-in-arms, but he has been entangled with the zombies for such a long time. Until now, he was not injured, but the zombies were cut by him, which made him The zombie is not as afraid as before. He has a shield. He first discovered that the instructor said that it is correct. The shield is something more worthy of his care than the woman, because the shield has saved him more than once.

The zombies continued to fight against the militia. The militia repeatedly passed the zombies through the **** of the shield. Once, they were more familiar than once. At the end, he had completely grasped the angle of the shield. He could be in the first place regardless of the zombies coming from any direction. Time will let the zombies let the past, let the past, his long knife will take the opportunity to cut on the back of the zombies, the militia caused damage to the zombies again and again, some people applauded at the beginning, the time is not long, the good people have received the voice ~ www .lightnovelpub.net~The zombie's back is scarred, even the back bones are exposed outside, changed to an ordinary person, do not know how many times have died, but to the zombies, even its speed has not slowed down Minute.

Faced with such monsters, many people have been desperate. They don't think that D-type zombies can be killed by knives. At the same time they are desperate, they also have a glimmer of hope. At least there are shields. It is not bad. Although killing zombies, zombies can't eat. Drop them behind the shield.

The militia evaded and cut off again and again. At the same time, the physical strength was also consumed. At this time, he suddenly remembered the surprise training last night, once again let the zombies, he bent over and leaned, the long knife in his hand The mantle was only a knife on the leg joints of the zombies, and the speed of the zombies was affected. The knife cut the ribs on the legs and the movements were no longer as flexible as before.

Of course, this is nothing to the zombies. It never tires, never stops the pain, and turns back to fight again. This time, another knife is cut on the previous wound, and the zombies are awkward. When the front rushed, the legs smashed and limped so that it could not stand in the first time. At this time, the militia took the initiative to attack for the first time, and the third knife was cut in the same position of the first two knives. The knife flashed, not rebounding as before, but from the legs of the zombies to the front of the legs.

The people who held their lips with their lips closed, and opened their mouths and gasped, and staged a miracle in front of them. A Jedi counterattack, the zombie's thigh was separated from its calf, and the zombie was not a leg. Cow, it fell heavily on the ground.

Ps; I thought it was only the vice-president's fingertips, Yinguang, came up with something from entertainment. I didn't expect someone to admire my signature? Very sweaty! ! ! Well, I don’t encourage everyone to reward for the signature. 呃··· My signature doesn’t even look like myself. It seems that I don’t have the talent to practice calligraphy.