"Here is the 7982 Military Security Division. Who are you? Is it a superior to send us a call, reply, please reply, you fuck. Tell me quickly... Who are you..."

At the corner of a small county in Sichuan, a heavily guarded factory is undergoing fierce battles. Thousands of zombies are crowded together, constantly slamming the thick iron gates, and the iron gates are rusty and various. The steel plate is welded on top of it, like a layer of patches. Around the iron gate, it is a wide and thick wall of eight meters high. The wall seems to be made of ancient city bricks. Each one is ragged, and the yellow-skinned man stands on the bottom. Launching the arrow, the arrow is like a flying dragonfly, densely plunged into the middle of the zombies, the zombies in rows are falling down, more zombies continue to flock, and the rusted iron gates are slammed.

In the factory interior is like a sneaky, except for the men and women who resist the wall, others are constantly reinforcing the iron gate behind the wall, carrying a bundle of arrows to the wall, these people are even more unbearable than the people on the wall, each one Everyone was vain, and the four men were struggling to carry a few tens of kilograms of heavy arrows. These arrows were sent to them as they gnashed their teeth and trembled.

Behind these people, there are dozens of children who are grinding the rusted arrows in their hands with grindstones. The arrows are cut from various steel scraps. Each arrow has its own curvature and flaws. It’s very difficult. These youngest three-year-olds, the youngest seven or eight-year-old children are numb, focus on the arrows in their hands, and the grindstones blow their rough little hands, but no one can feel the pain, they will blood. The bubble is placed in the mouth to bite, suck. Allow blood and rust powder to continue the work in their hands.

By their side, a few women with a lustre of basil are cooking around the cauldron. There is a chaos in the cauldron, which gives off an unpleasant smell. When the woman stirs with a wooden spoon in the pot, the pieces are cut into pieces. Turned from the bottom of the pot, these leathers have eye-wearing belts, sofa skins, pistol covers, and even the uppers of labor insurance shoes, which are mixed with the stems and fibers of many plants.

No one believes that this is for people to eat. This kind of thing will not be smelled even before the end of the world, but here is the only thing that makes the group of children unruly. They are almost the same. The big head, thin neck, and flatulence, but the belly of the bulging belly is a rib-like chest, and the limbs of the hemp, much like the Goblin in the fantasy game.

These children are all kinds of people who can't be seriously nourished. They can't tell, when will they die silently. They don't feel how precious they are. They don't care about the fight outside. A pair of eyes just stare at it. A few cauldrons, revealing a look of a wolf.

Behind the child, a thick, dirty wooden table with a few rusty chassis shells, a long antenna tied to the wooden shelf with straw, and a few solar panels around the shelf The panel-modified panels charge these antique-like instruments.

A man with a tall skeleton and a thin body is gnashing his teeth at the walkie-talkie. The hoarse voice reveals the conversion of hope and despair. A pair of turbid eyes stare straight at the row of lights that are about to go out. Once they are extinguished, they will It will take three hours before the **** radio station can be started again.

Countless times, his voice was overwhelmed by the battlefield outside, and when he was about to despair, he was about to turn off the radio. Suddenly two men were rushing behind him. The two men carrying huge bows and waists. With a thick big dogleg chopper and a May Fourth pistol on the thigh, it is a bit more sloppy than other men.

The two men, who looked awkward and strewn in shape, rushed to the radio and shouted at the man:

"Chi Chi, give us five bullets, that kind of thing is coming out again, can't let it get close..."

When Qi Kechang heard it, he threw the communicator on the table and held his head on the table with his elbows:

"I went there to find bullets? The 14mm bullets were told to you yesterday, only five are left..., even if there is no raw material in the reloading, I have no way to do it."

Qi Kechang scratched his dead bird's yellow hair, and because his nutrition was not enough, his hair pulled with his strength and fell down on the table.

Two Chinese characters looked at each other and their eyes showed helplessness. They immediately said:

"Qi Kechang, nothing, we can still support, but you said that support is true?"

In the face of the two people's questioning, Qi Kechang did not know how to answer. He was suspected before. The strange signal received yesterday was just an illusion, but he didn't want to give up, so he insisted on calling, now the zombies outside. The situation is as arrogant, the factory is barren to the extreme, no one knows how long it can last. If it was not yesterday that Qi Kechang encouraged the new signal, maybe they would fall in the morning.

"Yes, absolutely, I really received it yesterday. It is a signal from the regular army. They are still alive, they are all alive, and they will come soon."

Qi Kechang’s distorted face is like a evil spirit. He swears that the words are arrogant and cannot be questioned by others. The two Chinese characters believe that only Qi Kechang himself does not believe, he only wants to delay, even if he delays for one second. They have been insisting for two years, why not continue to persist?

Suddenly, two different clouds appeared in the sky, letting the three people look up together. When they saw the two drones, they were sluggish and couldn’t move.

The light drone has an elliptical flat nose, and the body frame is long and gorgeous. On the white body, the Bayi Army emblem emits glare in the sunlight. When they see the golden emblem, they dry up. The eyes rolled out a series of teardrops, and several Chinese characters slowly fell on the ground where the mud was piled up, regardless of the knees being wet by the mud, just looking up at the sky.

The sweat of the wall was completely still at this moment. Everyone looked up at the sky. Some people were too proud to hold the bow. They accidentally pulled the trigger, and the flying bow flew straight to the sky. At this moment. Everyone’s heart is raised.

When they are fighting in despair, the belief that they support them to the end is the support from far away, but when this moment comes, everyone can’t feel the truth, they can’t believe that it’s all true. It seems to be just a beautiful dream. When the arrow hits the sky, everyone wakes up from the unreal illusion.

The height of the flight is sufficient. There is no need to worry about the arrow being able to hit the plane. The men below raise their hands together and burst into an unprecedented cheer. There are too many crying in the cheers. Everyone believes that they are really saved. It is.

The corpses below were tangled up. A tall D2 zombie smashed an ordinary zombie from the outermost periphery. On the way forward, the bodies of countless zombies had already turned into white bones. This man and the zombies fought. It has been going on for two years, two years of desperate fighting, human beings have only one last breath, and there are not many zombies left. Most of the skeletons with large bones are crushed by the skull, and some zombies are layered. Big net package.

On the wall, there are a lot of tangled zombies in the dense net. On the farther wooden platform, a modified 14.5mm heavy machine gun has a thick barrel and is pointing weakly at the sky. There are many heavy machine guns on the platform that have become rusted scrap iron, and a bullet case that used to be bright has green rust on the platform.

The D2 zombies rushed straight toward the big iron gate. After many times, the big iron gate after the zombie impact had already been deformed. Even the middle seam of the gate began to lift, just like the jagged teeth.

The D2 zombies are about to approach the moment, and everyone on the top of the head disappears in an instant. Then several rockets that are burning with a burning flame hit the zombies heavily. The loud noise spreads with the smoke, and the huge fireball will surround the entire iron gate. Everything is swallowed....

The drone sent the picture of this small factory back to the monitoring center. Zhang Xiaoqiang was dressed in full body, hands behind his back, and looked at the crowds who were screaming at the plane. lightnovelpub.net~ In the previous explosion, the big iron gate It was also blown up, but everything at the door was burned by the flames. Eight rockets were enough to clean up the hundreds of zombies at the gate. The zombies around could not cross the sea of ​​fire. On the edge of the flame, they were killed by the guards on the wall.

This is the third stronghold of aid today. The son-in-law does not have too much contact with those people. She only needs to determine if there are any living people there. She will use the satellite diagram to feed back the information, and then Zhang Xiaoqiang decides whether Send support.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the map in a daze. The situation in other parts of Sichuan was much better than he had imagined. It was strictly controlled by the state before, and it did not completely collapse like some marginal places. Three days ago, the alchemist and the base military Together, the chasing of the zombies under the mountain was almost the same. Now the two regiments of the editors have entered the city of zombies.

From the low-altitude aerial photography of the drone, the zombies in the city are not as much as he imagined, but they have found a lot of zombies. In the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang determined one thing, and the zombies themselves are constantly being reduced, just like natural elimination. In general, zombies with poor physical conditions will be eliminated, or die one day, or become a cannon fodder for Z-type zombies to drive the path.

Everything is as perfect as he imagined. The son-in-law has entered the role she should have entered to some extent. She can give opinions and calculate the success rate of various events. There are secret doors in the hands of Song Kunhai, as long as the son-in-law Cooperate, the base is worthy of peace of mind, even if the new era reappears, it will not be able to escape as much as the last time.

Now I have to consider how to return to the Hubei base with a faster speed. Zhang Xiaoqiang can't wait for it. When he thought about it, the son-in-law who was standing next to him suddenly said:

"I have contacted the top commander of the base, Huang Quan, who wants to communicate directly with you..."