Chapter 1415

Zombies, like ant colonies attracted by honey, gather in the park. From the sky, zombies are not small in scale and dense everywhere, as if a new sea of corpses is forming.

Everyone in the war room knows that there are a lot of zombies below. The real number of zombies is not as many as they think. There is no real large-scale density of zombies. The total number of zombies is between 100000 and 150000 by calculation. This number of zombies is really nothing.

Zombies slowly came from all over the city to the center. The Death Squadron sat down to have a rest, waiting for the coming war, and they talked with each other. After the battle, they might be able to save enough military contributions to become professional soldiers, or they might still be in the Death Squadron, but their identities were different. They had the right to get married and had their identities.

The fourth garrison regiment is a newly established army. Although most of them are veterans, they are still recruits here. They have no experience in fighting zombies, so they are unavoidably alarmed. Under the orders of their respective company commanders, they are digging various fortifications and trenches quickly.

Before the war, they had to check their equipment and ammunition repeatedly, and the clips were loaded and unloaded repeatedly, making the sound of collision.

The tense appearance of the soldiers of the garrison regiment caused the disdain of the death row prisoners. The rifles in their hands were worthless. At the same time, they were envious of their equipment, and their battlefield experience was countless times richer than those of the new soldiers. Because their identities were still death row prisoners. As long as they did not kill 30 zombies, they would always be death row prisoners and could not become core officers, Without the right to set up a family, even looking for a woman would have to hand over half of the materials as a travel fee.

The zombies slowly approached. One by one, the soldiers stood up and aimed at the corpses. They watched the zombies getting closer and closer. Some soldiers finally softened their hands and fired when they didn't get the order. Then the gunfire was loud, and countless streamers flashed in the middle of the corpses, chiseling countless pieces of meat out of the corpses.

They saw the smoke of gunfire, the flash of gunfire and the lively fighting. The zombies kept falling in the corpses. It seemed that the form was very good. Only the dead prisoners whistled loudly and made a sound of ridicule.

When all the guns stopped fire because of empty ammunition clips, and the soldiers were in a hurry to replace the ammunition clips, the platoon leader of their company rushed up and kicked the new soldiers in a hurry, uttering all kinds of curses, which made the soldiers hold their heads and wail. In fact, their officers hit them directly with the butt of the gun.

"Deaf? Do you hear the order? "

"You fools, the zombies are still 100 meters away. How many did you kill?"

"Son of a bitch, you've been a soldier. You're not as good as a woman. You've got one clip empty. How many clips do you have in all?"

"Where's the gun? Where's your gun? Don't you usually have a lot of trouble? Why did you throw out the gun? Are you a cook in the army

All kinds of curses resounded through the battlefield, which made those death row prisoners laugh wildly. These soldiers not only wasted 45000 bullets in the shortest time, but also threw their rifles out of the chest wall because they were too nervous. The chest wall was so high that he didn't dare to climb over it. There were Zombies outside. They were afraid that they would not come back, so they were scolded by their officers.

A large number of soldiers threw away their guns. At least more than 20 rifles were thrown outside. These soldiers were all red when they were scolded by the officer. Even if the officer would not scold them, he yelled:

"Throw them out to me, pick up the gun and climb over by yourself. If you can't climb over, you will die outside..."

At this time, the zombie was twenty or thirty meters closer to them, and the black teeth of the zombie could be seen clearly. The soldiers cried out, and no one dared to move. This was pushing their hands and feet into the fire pit.

Before the officers took out their guns and threatened, at the request of Lin Guangliang, the fourth commander of the garrison regiment, dozens of death row prisoners came up, one by one, lifted up the empty handed soldiers and threw them out.

The soldiers are struggling to bounce, just like red shrimps falling into the pot. The dead prisoners mainly use long knives to cut zombies. They have very high requirements for arm strength, and the main training direction is arm strength. How can these soldiers break free? One by one by the iron tongs like hands, easily thrown out of the breast wall, crying outside the breast wall.

A wall is like the difference between heaven and earth. The soldiers finally know what it's like to stand outside the wall. The zombie is not far behind. The breast wall in front of them is an insurmountable moat. Facing this breast wall, many people are so scared that they are not afraid. Some people are so afraid that they are no longer afraid. They pick up their rifles, turn around and shoot the bullets out of the gun, then step back two steps to cross the barrier, All of a sudden over the parapet, won the death row to throw them cheers.

Some people grabbed their rifles and threw them over. They jumped up and lay on the breast wall without legs. They only pulled themselves in with their hands. Then they were picked up by someone with all hands. Most of them got themselves in the past. Some people were numb and huddled up with rifles. They didn't listen to the shouts of their comrades in arms or look at the zombies, I just cry hard.For these people, the officers had no pity. They drove the soldiers into a group, yelled encouragement to the cowards, and ordered them to recheck their equipment and put on new bullets.

With the coward who had been thrown out before as an example, without the soldier's reckless, he pulled out the empty cartridge clip and loaded it into his chest bag step by step, pulled out the new cartridge clip and stuck on his rifle. The muzzle of the gun was facing upward, staring at the approaching zombie according to the beating heart.

Compared with the soldiers' nervousness when they suddenly waited, the death row inmates seemed to be indifferent. They continued to squat on the ground, smoking and chatting. Some of the death row inmates with civilian telescopes stood higher and looked at the corpses, looking for possible type 2 zombies.

The prisoners know that this battle is not enough, because the combat task itself is very easy. It's not because they don't have any losses. It's just to train them and increase their actual combat experience. A chest wall as high as their chest is enough to hold most zombies under their crotch. As long as they are alert to D2 and S2, there will be no danger, Because the real killing move comes from behind the zombies. The first division will attack from behind the zombies and kill the zombies in the first World War.

The garrison regiment didn't know the battle plan. Naturally, it didn't know. It was just an exercise. There were crying comrades outside the parapet. The zombies were approaching. The order to open fire never came.

A soldier sat alone on the chest wall outside and cried loudly. When he found that countless black feet appeared in front of him, he looked up and saw countless zombies coming towards him with their mouths open. The cry changed to howl. When the zombies grabbed him and tore, the only thing he could do was to wipe off his shoes, hold the muzzle of the gun and pull the trigger with his toes.

A few screams and flying bloody cloth were the first lesson the officers taught the recruits. They never ordered to open fire because there was no need. Approaching the two meter thick breast wall was not something zombies could crush.

These recruits only need to fire two shots before the troops in the back surround them, but there is no need before. The dead zombies will pile up and let the zombies in the back over the wall. If this is not beautiful.

The reconnaissance plane has been paying attention to the situation in the central area. When the zombies surrounded the central area, the zombies poured out from groups to one, and the troops that had entered the urban area in succession finally launched.

All the tanks and armored vehicles started at the same time. They rushed to the Central Park along the road and crushed the scattered zombies into meat foam. Next to them was the cavalry battalion of the blood wolf brigade on the variant horse. They cooperated perfectly with the Armored Regiment before. This time, center fan called the cavalry battalion to cooperate and clean up the remaining zombies.

After the Armored Regiment and cavalry battalion rushed by, the glass dregs and zombies on the street turned into powder paste, while the main regiment behind suffered some losses. Because of the use of the Armored Regiment, the stingy ishiharano thought that it was no longer necessary to assign infantry to personnel carriers. All personnel carriers had to transport half dead type 2 zombies to mountain towns and canyons, So infantry can only run on the floor of their feet.

Nearly 5000 troops were running in the middle of the flesh and blood paste. How disgusting and disgusting they felt. With more people walking around, these disgusting things were splashed all over the place. When they got to the back, they were better. They had already rubbed the things on the ground in front., Only when they passed by, the dense gunfire in front of them tended to weaken