Chapter 611

If the escapee had time to scream, the whole person suddenly split into several pieces and took off in the air. In the air, the corpse was still separated, and finally turned into a piece of blood and bone debris, a mess of blood and flesh fragments, rain like rain on the crowd on the front line of resistance.

The bloody pieces of flesh and limb fell on the members and the militia. The members' faces were strange, and they continued to shoot and replace the ammunition clips with the desire to vomit. The militia completely put out their mind of running away, knelt down one after another and looked hopelessly at the D-type zombies who could smell the stench in their mouths.

This time, the blocking front was also arranged in advance. The members and the militiamen all relied on the 1.6-meter-high parapet to shoot. The parapet was a little strange, with a little forward arc.

"Puff puff ···········" the zombie rushed to the front of the battle. Before waving his claws, he grasped the trembling crowd behind the breast wall. The dust rose all over the sky and flooded the whole battle line. In the fog behind him, he drank an extremely loud order.

"Push!"

Standing behind the chest wall, the team members squatted down together, breathing the dusty air, drinking together, and pushing their shoulders against the wall.

"Boom"

In the fog, the whole parapet was pushed, and the fog of the blocking position turned into a sea of dust, which rose several meters high like smoke and slowly spread out to both sides.

"Spread out... Spread out..."

Eager to bury their heads in the ground, the trembling militiamen with their buttocks pouted heard the call from their respective captains. First they were stunned, then they finally remembered that to disperse was to retreat. They got up one after another and rushed to the motorcade with their bodies looming out in the sea of dust.

The crowd had just rushed through the sea of dust. Before they could breathe a breath of fresh air, the heavy machine gun in front of them opened fire again.

12.7 Large caliber machine gun bullets blasted out holes the size of sea bowls on the ground in front of them. The flying mud and falling stones shot into the militia's face, which hesitated them to continue to retreat.

"Line up... Line up..."

Hundreds of gray people with sword shields face the town. Behind them, they are also gray faced. They can only see their eyes, but they can't recognize their faces. They stand neatly with metal chains.

"Squeak..." the never moving paratrooper chariot came slowly, just stopped beside the militia, and the body adjusted its direction with the track rotation.

Two long tongues of fire spewed out from the chariot body. One after another, the flash point tore apart the dust fog and drilled deep into the dust sea. The militia could not see the movement of the corpses deep in the dust sea. They gasped violently and were ready for the subsequent battle.

The D-type zombies that had rushed over before have not seen any movement. The militia also vaguely guessed that those things were trapped and completely destroyed. This is a happy event, but they are not happy because they have lost the parapet. Without the parapet, they feel that they are going to meet the battle naked.

The parachute chariot's two 80 heavy machine guns seemed just to cheer the militiamen up. After a minute, they stopped shooting. Then the track turned and turned the body to the rear.

See paratroopers chariots carrying thick armor dexterously left, militia and regular members of the heart together scold Huang Quan stingy.

After the paratrooper chariot left, zombies appeared in the dust sea opposite. This time, zombies were not type D or ordinary zombies, but nearly 50 type s zombies.

These S-type zombies are short and fast. The speed of charge is much faster than that of D-type zombies, and the distance of tens of meters comes in a flash.

"Woo Hoo"

The members behind the militiamen hold the metal chain in their hands and turn it around on their heads. The whistling metal chain makes a circle. The chain is connected with a steel ball the size of a ping-pong ball. The bright metal ball refracts the reflection and dazzles the militiamen's eyes.

Members of the team, dancers metal chain step forward, to the militia body, a neat big drink, dozens of two ends connected with the metal ball of the long chain drawing circle, fly to usher in the S-shaped zombie.

Dozens of chains completely blocked the space of S-shaped zombies. One zombie was trapped and fell on the ground. The fallen zombies tripped the zombies coming from behind and threw out the right stumbling rope. The team members shook away the stumbling rope on the left hand and changed it to the right hand. After a little rotation, they threw it out again.

In the eyes of the militiamen, the S-shaped zombies were completely destroyed. The members threw away their metal chains, took off their rifles, opened their bolts, and walked around the S-shaped zombies, shooting them all one by one.

"Ready... Ready..."The leaders of the respective militiamen shout loudly, and the dust gradually disperses. In the spreading sea of dust, zombies flutter one by one, shaking their arms and staggering in the eyes of the public.

"Touch ······" the militiamen raised their hands, and the steel shield buckled on their left arm was neatly buckled on their chest.

"Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush... Brush.

"Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on... Step on.

The zombies who came out of the dust sea looked like human beings. They were all disheartened. If human beings didn't have weapons in their hands and their hands were empty, they couldn't really recognize who were zombies and who were human beings.

The front-line zombies gradually approached. Faced with the zombies coming, the militiamen had no previous tension and fear. The 250000 regular members of the militia stood in front of them, holding the same sword shield as them. The members didn't tremble as they did. They were so nervous that they even grasped the handle of the sword. Seeing other people's performance, the militiamen didn't want to be looked down upon, One after another, they are agitating their blood and preparing for a good fight.

"Hoo!!! Ha

A team leader raised his sword and roared.

Dozens of long knives are held high together, and dozens of people shout and drink together.

Hundreds of long knives are held high like a forest, and the high drink of dragon chants pierces the sky.

The unit's long knife was raised obliquely, and the blade pointed to the dense corpses. A thunder burst out of his chest

"Kill"

From the sky down, the ground dust slowly, such as fog like the sea, dust out of hundreds of thousands of zombies, ant tide like rush forward, as if to sweep everything.

Right in front of the ant tide are more than 100 human beings with long knives and long sounds. Their number is only one tenth of that of the corpse group, just like a towering rock. Suddenly, the rock moves. They take the initiative to meet the zombies. The regular members rush in front of them. The militiamen follow. No one retreats. No one drags. Everyone shouts loudly, and their feet are fast, The knife is shining, flashing for a moment