Many people actually can't recognize the difference between the D-type zombies and the D2. When a D2 rushed into the gathering place and caused no change, the armed police used a few heavy machine gunners and rockets to kill them. Now there is such a strong zombie on the stage. In the face of the zombies, it was a militia who was wearing a steel knife soon after wearing a military uniform. How to prevent them from being chilly.

Then the crying of the crying and crying mothers began, the crowd began to commotion, the big turmoil, the huge gunshots of the large caliber high-altitude machine guns, the sound of the 14.5 mm calibers was deafening, and the fire tongues of several meters long were placed on the heavy passenger cars. Rotating double-mounted high-altitude machine guns spewed out, and tens of thousands of people were scared by gunshots. The only thing that was not scared was the firepower group, the militia and the D-type zombies on the stage. The zombies have already stood on the platform. Stretching up and down the bones, the militia clenched the knife and shield and looked at the zombies in front of him.

The militia is just a small person. He never thought about what he can achieve. He is just an ordinary person who loves to take advantage of small profits and is not too courageous. Standing here is also a misunderstanding. He chose the person who happened to be on him. When the toilet came back, the recruiter talked about the reasons for the recruitment. He was preaching the rewards that the camp would give. When he heard what cigarettes and wines, and what canned meat, he thought that the opportunity was rare, and the competition first agreed.

This promised him to find that he was not right. His comrades-in-arms did not compete with him. Instead, he looked at him with an unbelievable look. This time he was guilty. After he knew what he was going to face, he heard it. Shocking.

Fortunately, the camp wanted to make him a typical tree, instead of making him a snack. The temporary assault taught him how to fight the D-type zombies for two hours. Two hours passed. He only learned that the D-type zombies are very powerful. The speed is not slow, and the rest are not remembered. Now when he officially faces it, he discovers how correct the instructor is. The zombies in front of him are burly, just like the men before the end of the world, let alone now become zombies, even if they are now It is still alive, and the militia does not dare to say that he can fight. The military law is harsh. If he does not want to do it, he will wait for him. He will be treated as a deserter. The camp is the coldest to treat the deserters. Received.

In the face of the D-type zombies, he was sweating, his legs trembled, the zombies sniffed the smell of the air, and they showed excitement and rushed to him. In the face of the D-type zombies, the only thing he could do was to keep going backwards. Until there was a crisp gunshot behind him, looking back, his captain pointed at him with a pistol. The captain looked serious and his eyes were indifferent. In the captain's eyes, he saw death.

The performance of the militia fell to the eyes of the audience. They knew that the militia was also afraid. The expression and psychology of treating the zombies was no different from them. When they saw this, their hearts were relaxed and their bodies were retreating as far as possible. I don't believe that the militia can kill the D-type zombies. What if the D-type zombies kill the militia and run down to kill them?

Compared with the fear of the onlookers, the militia on the stage felt the fear that had never been seen. At this moment, he finally knew why the camp had to choose among them. The camp was to tell the following people, the same people, face. For danger, not to resist in a desperate situation, or to give up in a desperate situation. If he kills a zombie, it proves that ordinary people also have the ability to kill zombies. If he gives up resistance, the camp will let him be killed by zombies, and then Put on his captain to take the stage to kill the D-type zombies, you can also use him to do the opposite textbook, the difference between courage and no courage.

I want to think about the West, the zombies have come to the front, waving big claws to grab him. At this moment, the only thing he remembers is the one that listens the most every day: "Raise your shield, that is the only thing you can save your life. thing……"

The big claws were heavily knocked on the militia's shield. At this moment, last night's training, as well as the usual training, were all forgotten by him. He only knew that he couldn't let the zombies catch him. He didn't tilt the shield. The corner went to slide the zombie's claws away, but used all the strength of the body to resist the shield and wanted to resist the tremendous force of the zombies.

"when……"

The militia fortunately took down the first claw, and did not breathe in one breath. The second claw fell on the shield again. This time, the militia could not persist and step back. This time, his half body is in the middle. He was numb, and he did not stand still after taking a step. The huge force slammed into the shield. The militia couldn’t even catch the knife and spurted out.

The militia fell heavily on the floor, and his heart hurt. Another blood spurted out of his mouth. The blood he spurted made the D-type zombies mad. The zombies ran to the front of the militia and clawed down. With the paws that had been blown down, the militia was a spirit, lying on the ground and rolling over to the side, still not stopping, and the zombie turned to him again.

At this time, the militia had already felt that the **** of death smiled at him, and could not help but look at the captain of his help, but saw that the captain was taking over the long-steel steel shield of the same style as he seemed to be preparing for the stage.

He only saw it here. The zombies had already arrived in front of him. The militia could only roll out again. For five minutes in a row, the militia lying on the ground was panting and dizzy. The zombies were behind him and did not relax. The militia knew that No one can help him, everything can only depend on himself.

Once again, the zombie's slamming, the militia took the opportunity to squat on one knee, glanced around, looking for opportunities, eyes sweeping on the zombies, the ground, and the companions below, looking for a chance to live.

After several side rollovers, the militia did not find any chance in others. At this time, he really understood that everything can only be on his own. On the stage, in addition to him, there are D-type zombies who want him to die. Leaving one, the militia is naturally unwilling to die is himself ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ eyes on the long knife behind the zombies, that is his only offensive weapon.

The zombies don't think so much. It just wants to eat the blood food in front of us. The atmosphere here makes it anxious. The wind brings a lot of human taste. The unprecedented human taste makes the zombies feel happy. It just falls into the granary. The mouse can't wait to have a meal.

The zombies will never be as tall and powerful as human beings. They pay attention to reality. The militia that is as instigated by the mouse in front of it will be its first dish. The three times of the air will make the zombies anxious, the hoarse screams louder than the sound, the zombies are anxious. It fell into the ears of the onlookers, sounding like a zombie sneer at the militia. They saw the militia struggling under the zombie claws again and again, as if returning to the day when the virus broke out, countless people were on the street, office Buildings, buses, and shopping malls were devastated by zombies.

This kind of nightmare experience is enough. Countless people are struggling from this nightmare to the gathering place. In the gathering place, they are willing to be starved to death, and they are not willing to go out. They are scared by the nightmare nightmare. courage.

Now that the nightmare is reappearing, they are not watching the militia struggling under the zombie claws. The ones that die under the zombie claws are obviously themselves. Therefore, they do not look at the bystanders, but look at them with the eyes of the substitute. For every moment the militia was in distress, he was grateful for every escape.

The game of the eagle catching the chicken is still going on. The hearts of thousands of people are turned into one. They are inhaling together because of the tension, and exhaling for the sake of luck. The huge volume of sound is combined to form a line, and the shock stops. The big car windows are creaking.

No one feels bored or bored. They even hope that they will continue to do so. The militia will never be eaten. Even some people pray for God to let the D-type zombies die.