Except for the center of the other city, in the splendidly decorated hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a seat made of pure gold stood on top. At this time, a middle-aged man in the battle suit of the Sichuan Fortress was sitting on it. On the epaulettes of this man's battle uniform, there was a gold star and two swords, which was the rank of a major general. Although Sichuan Fortress is independent, various systems still inherit the Red Star Republic, including the ranks of military ranks.

This man with the rank of major general is the leader of the occupying forces in the Sichuan Fortress, Yang Fa.

He has a book of "War On War" in gilded hardcover at his hand. On the plate in front of him is a bottle of 2031 wine, which is more precious than gold to humans today, and a cup. It's just that the attention of this Major General Yang is not here. His eyes are like two knives, staring straight at the dozen young girls dancing in the hall, as if to peel off the cloth that can only cover key parts of their bodies.

These girls are the new products that his subordinates just sent a few days ago, and he has kept a few of them unused. Under the influence of alcohol, he can't wait. Moreover, one of his favorite things is that after enjoying these girls in bed, they will enjoy them again at the dining table. Thinking of the tender meat and the girl’s unique fragrance, Yang Fa couldn’t help but move his index finger...

At this moment, just hearing a "bang", the iron door of the hall was suddenly knocked open, disrupting the girls' dance. A panting figure with a panic face appeared at the door and shouted at Yang Fa: " Report! City Lord, there is chaos in the trading market, and a large group of zombies have appeared!" Although Yang Fa has not been appointed as City Lord, he likes to let his subordinates call him that way.

Yang Fa frowned, the blue veins on his forehead violently, and he leaped forward, he had already come to the front of the messenger, staring at him fiercely, and asked each word: "Zombie? This little thing, those defensive teams The captain grew up eating shit? Want to look for Laozi!?" Yang Fa felt very upset when his Yaxing was disturbed, and he wanted to blow the head of the soldier with a punch.

The legendary soldier was panicked and stammered: "City...City Lord, there are many zombies, Master Yang Xing, he..."

"How is he!?" Yang Fa asked urgently when he heard his son was there. Although he is cruel and bloodthirsty, he is very fond of his only son. The son is already his greatest hope.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, a layer of flame suddenly burst into Yang Fa's body, turning him into a burning man. This Yang Fa is a human being who has been injected with a large number of mutant genes and has received fire energy!

"Master Yang, he... he was killed..." After the Chuan Lingbing finished speaking with a trembling, his neck immediately tightened, and the whole person had been picked up by Yang Fa.

"How is it possible! Isn't there a squad guarding him beside him!? In this city, who dares to move my Yang Fa's son? Who dares! You lie to me! You lie!" The flame in Yang Fa's hand just touched When he encountered the soldier, he immediately set the body of the soldier on fire!

"Ah--" The soldier let out a hoarse scream, waved his hands frantically, trying to remove Yang Fa's arm, but it was useless at all. That supernatural flame was completely different from ordinary flames, and it ignited the soldier's arms in an instant!

"It's a hunter from a hunting team...Yes...Ah..." the soldier roared as he screamed. It was just a momentary effort that his body had been completely ignited, burning like a huge torch. I got up, and after a frantic twist, it burned into a coke!

Seeing that the soldier in his hand was completely dead, Yang Fa threw the corpse to the ground and roared: "Guard camp! Follow me!" Then he had a palpitation, turned into a ball of flames and shadows, and rushed out of the hall of the City Lord’s Mansion. Go in the direction of the bazaar.

At the same time, when Yang Fa had just rushed out of the City Lord's Mansion, almost fifty or sixty figures rushed out of the City Lord's Mansion at the same time, and quickly followed Yang Fa and headed for the market. The owners of these figures were silent, wearing a uniform black battle suit, although silent, they exuded powerful pressure.

Where many people walked past, there were immediately trails of flames or frozen footprints.

Obviously, the soldiers in this so-called guard battalion are all powerful reformers!

...

"Roar--"

"Da da da--"

Gunshots and roars of zombies came one after another, coming from everywhere in Chuyicheng. This fortress, which had just undergone a war and looting, ushered in the second battle after a short period of silence. Only this time, the slaughter and the slaughtered have switched roles.

"Swish..." Richemont dashed through the air like a sharp arrow. He carried a mutilated zombie in his hand, and kept pulling a piece of meat or bone from the zombie's body, as a weapon. Throw it down. Even the blood of this zombie has become a magic weapon for defeating the enemy. As long as it is sprayed into the eyes of the primitive people, it can immediately penetrate the blood circulatory system through the fine capillary walls of the eyes, and then infect them in a very short time.

Whenever a zombie was torn to pieces and all the dross was thrown out, Richemont immediately grabbed a new zombie and continued to do the same.

These primitive people who are only equipped with ordinary weapons are really too weak for Richemont and his army of zombies, as well as the army of mutants. This kind of game-style battle even gave Richemont a perverted pleasure.

The T virus is too deadly for the original humans... Fortunately, the mutants are immune to the T virus, and Richemont has sprayed them with odorant in advance.

Richemont’s own combat experience also made him think that if zombies evolve with super-intelligence, the zombies don’t even need to take the initiative to attack, as long as they know how to use T virus infection, they can wipe out almost all primitive people!

"Puff--" With a soft sound, a primitive soldier holding a heavy machine gun was stabbed in the chest by a broken bone, which instantly penetrated the heart. It's just that this soldier didn't fall down at all, but a few seconds later, two lines of blood flowed out of his eyes, turned and joined the zombie army, and rushed towards his comrades...

After losing the last bone in his hand, Richemont couldn't help but feel disappointed. Originally, he thought how dangerous the battle to take back a foreign city would be. At least protecting those mutants would be a problem, but he didn't expect that just a T virus odorant would help him solve most of the problems.

Destruction is always easier than construction. The zombie frenzy can achieve results so quickly, which clearly illustrates this point.

Behind Richemont, thousands of zombies have become an unstoppable torrent, spreading most of the places except the foreign city!