Chapter 608

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

This is a small market town. The road of motorcade galloping just passes through the center of the market town. There are such restaurants and shops on both sides of the road. Away from the roadside, there are all kinds of new or old-fashioned small buildings. There is not a single storey house here. The economy here is much more developed than that in the mountains.

The construction site of the reservoir is on the other side of the market town. As far as you can see, the dilapidated market town is full of zombies. It's a coincidence that the warehouse is located near the end of the motorcade. There's no need to disturb the zombies in the town at all. Just solve the zombies around the warehouse.

The motorcade slowly stopped near the warehouse. The car just stopped. The militia on the car were driven out of the car by their respective team leaders. The militia was less than 100 meters away from the warehouse. The distance of 100 meters allowed the militia to clearly see the zombies.

Dead zombies and living zombies are two concepts. Previously, when they sat in the carriage and looked at the zombies wandering by the roadside, their hearts were beating drums. When they thought that they might have to fight with the zombies with a knife shield, the heart hidden in their chest was no longer beating drums, but always wanted to pop out of their throat.

Compared with the soft hands and feet of the militiamen, the leader of the militiamen, who is a full-time member, seems to be slack. Holding his rifle, he glances at the zombies in the distance with contempt and looks back at the militiamen behind him.

Seeing the fierce eyes of the captain, the militia lowered their heads with a guilty heart.

"Head up, chest up, shield up, there's only one target, the zombies in front are dead, or you are eaten up. I'll be right behind you. As long as it's facing me, kill it. "

Having said that, the team leader raised his gun with his left hand and pulled off the bolt with his right hand, and looked at each of his subordinates. There is a reason why the team leader did not take the lead. In front of him is the training ground, where the brave live and the weak die. This is the purpose of bringing out the militia. The team has no time to teach them slowly, and it is the most direct and fastest way to make them become elite in death.

"Report... Report captain, I'm hurt, isn't it..."

The hapless militiamen, who was stunned by the head of the zombie and then thrown out of the carriage, did not speak. On his bruised forehead, the cold barrel of the gun had been put into the big piece of his skin. The barrel of the gun was cold, and it touched his head, making him hot all over, Beany beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Looking at the captain's murderous eyes, he repeatedly begged for mercy, but the voice didn't move the captain. He saw the militia leader pull out the spear from his waist and stab him in the neck.

"I'll go... I'll go..."

When the voice of begging for mercy turned into a voice of praise, the spike stopped on his neck. The sharp spike just opened his skin and flesh, and a little bit of vermilion slowly trickled down the wound cut by the spike.

"You don't have to go. I'll teach you a move. Zombies are very sensitive to blood. I think zombies within kilometers will be attracted. What you have to face is not less than a hundred zombies in front, but thousands of zombies within kilometers. Good luck. By the way, the machine gun at the back is aiming at you. Don't blame me, blame this fool."

With that, the militia leader kicked the guy who was stabbed in the neck into the militia, turned around and went back to the convoy with the other team leaders. There were only more than 100 militia left. They had nothing to say but tears.

The militiamen are stuck between the lost group and the motorcade. They look at the three Liang off-road vehicles pointing at their machine guns. Looking back, they see the zombies pouring out of the town. The zombies wandering in the warehouse are walking n times faster than before, and Zhang's teeth rush at them.

"I'll kill you..."

A group of militiamen rushed up and put their feet on the chin of the unfortunate guy. The guy screamed, spat out a few big teeth and fell to the ground. The militiamen still couldn't get rid of their anger. They slashed the guy on the ground with a knife. They were about to split the guy in two.

When there was a loud noise, the steel knife was blocked by the steel shield, and the holder of the knife and the shield retreated at the same time.

"When you don't look at it, you don't see those things coming. It's important to save your life first. His bullshit will come later. As long as he's still alive, we'll settle it."

The militiamen who wanted to kill people did not make a sound. They pulled open their lapels, dropped their coats on the ground, picked up their shields and howled loudly. The shield bearers did not show weakness, and howled with him. The two men brought up the atmosphere of the scene, and hundreds of people roared together.

Their howling voice was still hovering in the air, and the two zombies rushed forward.

"Go ahead."

The shield bearers roared and rushed out first. The bare armed sword bearers were not willing to leave. Then they rushed out together with "Dangdang" two times. The zombies were hit one after another, and the militiamen in the back were charging. They rushed up together. The two men in front crowded away and chopped down like raindrops."Here we go again, ready to..."

When the shield bearers yelled, the militiamen at the back scattered together to face the zombies. The lost bodies on the ground had become meat paste and broken bones.

"Ha... Brother, yes, let's have a font size."

The man with the knife stared at the approaching zombie and roared.

"My name is Chi Yong. Don't forget to erect a monument for me."

Chi Yong, who holds the shield, also bursts out of pride. He makes a will before fighting, and he wants to make up his mind to die.

"What a man! My name is Liu Biao. Remember, you can do it when I die."

After Liu Biao, the sword bearer, was unwilling to be a man, the bloody man was not Zhichi Yong.

"Here we go... Go..."

Chi Yong and Liu Biao shout at the same time and rush forward together.

The zombies came one after another. Without the thousand mentioned by the leader of the militia, there were only more than 300 zombies. The area of more than 1000 square meters was really small. At the beginning, there was no explosion to bring out the zombies in the town. Naturally, not many of them rushed out of the town.

There are only over 300 zombies, three times as many as the militiamen. The militiamen don't know how many zombies there are. For example, they are full of zombies in their eyes and can't count them. With the idea of being dead and pulled down, they rush forward and chop at will. Their eyes are like blood, their mouths are roaring with words, and their hands are chopping like dumplings.

With the passage of time, some people's physical strength can't keep up, and the long sword is as heavy as a kilo. A militia Fulin's mind remembers what the captain told him.

"Those who have no strength squeeze with shields, and those who have strength chop their necks."

This sentence was repeated. Chi Yong and Liu Biao, who were very tired, roared together. Slowly, the militia divided into groups and used the strength of the groups to deal with a zombie. Soon, the speed of killing zombies increased greatly, and the density of zombies decreased, The pressure of the militiamen is also decreasing. There are more and more zombies on the ground, but the militiamen are more and more brave. They are no longer passive defense, but actively facing the zombies.

This bravery is really a flash in the pan. Before, they waved long knives without scruples because of tension and fear. Now they have found a way, and their physical strength can't keep up with them. Seeing the overwhelming zombies gradually gain the upper hand, the militiamen are forced to retreat. At this moment, everyone feels the idea of living and wails to prepare for their last moment.

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