Chapter 855

No one thinks that the militia can kill the zombies, because the militia is themselves. They just want the militia to escape and not be caught by the zombies. At the same time, they want the militia to survive.

At this moment, they saw the militia rolling on the ground like a top no longer rolling, but standing up straight in front of the zombie. Seeing this scene, countless people were worried about the militia. Why was he so stupid? I didn't see the size of the zombie. I couldn't even kill him with a gun. Why should he stand in front of the zombie and face it head on? Is he tired and unable to run.

"Ah

"Run

"You are stupid!"

There was a huge noise below. The people below watched the zombies pounce on the militia, but the militia stood still with their shields. The people below knew what the strength of the zombies was. They could easily crash the militia. The people below knew that the militia who had been hit by the zombies could not have been unaware of it. The crowd screamed and let the militia escape. They not only told the militia, It's also for themselves. At this time, they have long regarded the militia as their own incarnation.

There was a lot of noise below. The above zombies and militia were not disturbed. One had only food in his heart, and the other had only zombies in his eyes. The zombies jumped in front of the militia, waved one paw and then the other paw. In front of him, the militia raised its shield to block the Zombie's claws as before. When he retreated, The pupil in his eyes caught the figure of the zombie hitting him.

"Touch..." the zombie bumped into the oblique angle of the steel shield, and its strength was unloaded by the militia. The Zombie's center of gravity was not stable, and he staggered for a few steps, and the militia was not easy. He was hit by the force and kept retreating. They all knew that it was not easy. It was good to do this step by step, the former residents of the gathering place, Now the militiamen fighting with the zombies on the stage have given the people in the gathering place a shot in the arm. They are very satisfied. Most of them look at the camp soldiers standing indifferently under the stage, hoping that they can find a way to kill the type D zombies, because the militiamen have proved their courage.

Many of the soldiers below are as excited as the survivors of the gathering place. They are all militia. They have only touched the gun for a few days. The soldiers on the stage know that they have seen it before when they were eating and training, and even a few have spoken to that person. The militia can do it here. They don't envy or despise it. They only know that that person can do it, They can do it, too.

The onlookers hope that they can kill the zombie, and they also hope that the steel gun in their hands is tight and loose. Every time, the palms are full of sweat. However, they have no command to send the bullets in the steel gun into the head of the zombie.

The militiamen on the stage kept retreating. This time, they retreated at an angle. The end of the retreat was the long sword on the ground. In the exclamation of the crowd, the militiamen was knocked to the ground again, and the zombies were also hit empty. They staggered forward. The Zombie's balance ability was not weak. In three or two steps, they stood firm and turned back to the militiamen again, but the militiamen seized the opportunity to hold the steel sword in their hands again, The face of the sword slapped heavily on the shield and made a loud noise. The militiamen screamed at the zombies, as if they were venting or challenging.

Different militiamen bring different feelings to the onlookers below. In a moment, they feel that the distance between the militiamen and them is infinitely far away. The person is still that person, but it is no longer the person who was afraid to face the zombie before. When that person becomes fearless, they feel that the person has become so strange, but it does not prevent them from looking on, No one yelled again. Tens of thousands of people in the central area looked at the militia quietly, with a faint expectation in their hearts. They hoped that the ordinary people like them would bring them hope but not hope.

The zombie rushed to the front of the militiamen and grabbed it with his big paw. The militiamen's steel shield protected the front of the body, scratched his paw on the smooth shield surface, and drew a flower mark. As soon as the militiamen's arm was loose, the zombie rubbed the shield surface and rushed to one side. The militiamen crossed with the zombie, and the steel knife in his hand slashed the Zombie's waist.

When the zombie was standing, many people in the crowd could see clearly that a trace of black blood was slowly flowing out of the gap between the waist. The gap of the wound was so big that the black muscles were exposed to the air. If ordinary people had been stabbed like this, they would have covered their waist and rolled on the ground howling, The zombie, however, seemed to have no feeling, and once again faced the militiamen who were nervous and swallowing their saliva.

The ferocity of the zombie fell into the eyes of the people below. Such heavy injuries were ineffective to the zombie. They gave birth to a fear that the zombie could not fight God. The only people who had this fear were the crowd watching below, but not the militia above. On the contrary, instead of fear, he was a little excited.

The militiamen just doubt whether they can kill type D zombies, but they don't doubt whether they can kill them. He has seen type D zombies killed, not by guns, but by swords in the hands of his comrades. First, they join the militiamen in the camp, squeeze the zombies with steel shields in twos and threes, and then chop them to death. Once the strong type D zombies are surrounded, they will be killed, It's like a lamb to be slaughtered.Although facing such a type D zombie alone, he is not as confident as having comrades in arms around him, but he has been pestering with the zombie for such a long time. Up to now, he has not been injured, but the zombie has been slashed by him, which makes him no longer afraid of the zombie as before. He has a shield. For the first time, he found that the instructor was right, Shield is more worthy of his love than woman, because shield has saved him more than once.

The zombies kept attacking the militia. The militia let the zombies pass through the slant of the shield time and time again. At last, he had completely mastered the angle of the shield. No matter the zombies came from any direction, he could let the zombies pass at the first time. At the same time, his long knife would take the opportunity to cut the zombies on the back, The militiamen hurt the zombies again and again. At the beginning, some people cheered. It wasn't long. All the cheerers stopped. The Zombie's back was scarred, and even his back and spine were exposed. As an ordinary person, he didn't know how many times he had died, but when he got to the zombie, he didn't even slow down a minute.

In the face of such monsters, many people are desperate. They don't think that type D zombies can be killed by knives. At the same time, they have a glimmer of hope. At least a shield is good. Although zombies can't be killed, zombies can't eat them hiding behind the shield.

The militiamen dodged and hacked away again and again. At the same time, they were proficient and consumed a lot of physical strength. At this time, he suddenly remembered last night's surprise training. He once again let the zombie. He bent over and slashed the long knife in his hand on the joint of the Zombie's leg. With only one knife, the speed of the zombie was affected. That knife cut the tendon on his wrist, Mobility is no longer as flexible as it used to be.

Of course, this is nothing to the zombie, it never tired, never stop pain, turn back again, this time, another knife cut on the previous wound, the zombie a stagger. When the soldiers rushed forward, they were lame and limped, which made them unable to stand firm at the first time. At this time, the militia took the initiative to attack for the first time. The third knife was cut at the same position of the first two knives, and only flashed between them. Instead of rebounding as before, it flashed from the back of the Zombie's leg to the front of his leg.

The crowd with their lips closed tightly and their breath held opened their mouths and gasped for breath. Before their eyes, there was a miracle, a Jedi counterattack. The leg of the zombie was separated from its leg. The zombie was not a cow with one leg. It fell to the ground heavily.

ps ； I thought it was just something that the vice moderator made to amuse himself. I didn't expect that someone really admired my signature? Sweat!!! Well, I don't encourage people to reward their signatures. Er... I can't even read my own signatures. It seems that I don't have the talent to practice calligraphy