Chapter 1553

On the battlefield of Hubei Province, four million zombies have been fighting continuously for a week, hundreds of kilometers long. Along the line, there are burning flames or signs of zombies surging everywhere. The first battlefield has already become the yellow flower of yesterday. The ten kilometer defense line constructed by the mind has long been occupied by zombies. All kinds of trenches, fortifications, warehouses and barbed wire nets built before have long been occupied by zombies.

The three mountains became the only position in the sea of corpses that had not yet fallen. Three thousand people were trapped on the top of the mountain waiting for the final counterattack, while the first line troops had gradually retreated to the second line of defense, and were gradually forced out of the position by the zombies.

The unprecedented pressure has made huangquan not sleep well for a week, including all the soldiers and high-level officers. Yang Ke'er and the evolutionist brigade are the same. They are filling the weak defense line in each place that is about to be broken through. As soon as one place is stable, they rush to the next place. It's not too much to describe them in vain.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers and evolutionists, only Yang Ke'er's two running dogs are tired and become dead dogs. They rush back and forth in various battlefields all day long with their ears drooping. The only thing they can be happy about is the mutant snake Xiaohei, who is also picky about food when there is too much food to eat. Non-type 2 zombies often rush into the corpses and stir up the sea of corpses, Finally, the treasure hunt usually eats the type 2 zombies hidden in the sea of corpses.

After the two mutant dogs lost weight, the mutant snake's body continued to expand to the width of one and a half tank. It was bigger than the giant black fish. Zhang Xiaoqiang would never recognize it. In addition, after the second molting, the scales of the mutant snake became colorful, like a rainbow.

However, it was just before. Now the mutant water snake has become a mud snake. There is only one defense line in the huge battlefield, the swamp defense line. LV Xiaobu, as the commander of the second defense line, tried every means to transform the 20 kilometer depression into a huge swamp.

The amount of work to transform the marshland is huge. For this reason, the project was completed by an honest man with his 20000 construction troops. Of course, 20000 people are only a small part. For the sake of this war, Hubei base allocated 70% of the rear population to cooperate with the army to transform the marshland. Countless people sweat in this land, Finally, the transformation was completed in a month.

Millions of cubic meters of soil are mixed with the ground water pumped out to form mud. All kinds of available lime, coal ash and sand are mixed together to form a mud like mixture. In addition, the depression is also artificially dug deep, and countless trenches are connected in the depression.

By the time zombie sea approached the second line of defense, the whole depression had become a miracle created by LV Xiaobu and honest people, tossing in the mud day and night, tens of thousands of people had become mud monkeys, the construction site was full of excavated soil, and the trench was filled with gushing groundwater, because it needed water, and no one would discharge the water from the trench, Everyone was working in the muddy water.

When the zombies fell into the mire one by one in a long line, their tiredness and pain almost disappeared. The zombies lost 800000 in the first line of defense positions, and nearly 300000 zombies were attracted to three mountains. Millions of zombies were slowly approaching on the road, and the vanguard was close to the first wave of 200 zombies, About 300000 zombies were buried in mud in a day.

The results of the first day were gratifying. On the second day and the third day, the boundless swamp turned from the ocean into a small pool in front of millions of zombies. The 20 square kilometers of man-made swamp rapidly decreased under the crazy filling of zombies regardless of loss. By the noon of the third day, all the mud was filled into solid hills, A zombie is the skeleton of a hill.

In the end, the troops could not hold on any longer and were forced to retreat by the zombies. This time, they had no choice but to retreat. There were only two preset battlefields. One was a defensive triangle composed of three mountains. In the middle of the triangle, the zombies' bodies and bones formed the fourth peak.

The mountain peak emits a strong corpse odor. The liquid of corpse rotting forms a miserable green lake at the foot of the mountain. Every soldier fighting at the top of the mountain can't feel his sense of smell. Everything stinks. Rifles, military uniforms, gunsmoke when bullets are fired, drinking water and even food are full of corpse odor.

This corpse mountain is a man-made decoy. Most of the corpses are burned by the army. The number of corpses is decreasing, but the quality is not supplemented. With this corpse mountain, it becomes a fire attracting moths. The corpses constantly rush into the center of the three mountains, adding bricks and tiles to this corpse mountain.

Zhao Deyi can't see the human form at all. He is covered with smoke and black ash, and his eyes are no longer black and white. The dense blood makes his eyes look scarlet. His sunken eyes, sunken cheeks and grassy hair make him a dying addict.

Zhao Deyi, who has no image, sits on the top of one of the peaks and looks at the flowing zombies below. In the trench under him, the soldiers squat in the trench and shoot at the flowing zombies. Countless bullet casings pave the trench, and the soldiers surge in the countless bullet casings, just like shuttling through the floating sand.There are few three shots, most of them are single shot. The single shot every three seconds is the main theme of the position. The soldiers are stingy with bullets, and the scattered gunfire is not enough to stop the zombies. The boundless zombies are surrounding the foot of the mountain to devour the bodies of the same kind.

Hundreds of heavy machine guns have stopped shooting for a long time. Although the shortage of ammunition has been alleviated by making bullets out of wood, no amount of ammunition can keep up with the continuous number of zombies. More and more zombies have been shot and more and more ammunition has been consumed. Today, in the war of resistance, all heavy machine guns are finally dead, no matter how much the soldiers save, On average, there are less than three ammunition boxes left for each heavy machine gun. Each ammunition box has 50 bullets. If you count the number of heavy machine guns on the ground, there are less than 20000 bullets left for more than 100 machine guns. This is a last resort reserve.

Not only the machine gun ammunition, but also the millions of bullets stored on the mountaintop have almost been consumed. Zombies surround the mountaintop like iron barrels. The shells can't go down and the ammunition can't come up. Some people are ready for hand-to-hand combat, because zombies have occupied the position on the mountainside.

Zhao Deyi gave up the responsibility of commanding and sat in a daze in the trench. It was not that he was desperate, but that there was no need. Maybe an hour later, maybe two hours later, when the ammunition was exhausted, the zombies at the foot of the three mountains could no longer stop them from swallowing the corpses. At that time, the number of S2 zombies who brought them many casualties might increase 100 times.

Zhao Deyi had expected the worst, and the soldiers below didn't know it. Therefore, compared with their officers, they were still trying their best to look at the soldiers below who were as haggard as him and worse than the refugees. The corners of Zhao Deyi's eyes suddenly moistened, he lowered his head and covered his cheek with his hands full of smoke, oil and corpse odor.

Zhao Deyi doesn't know how many people can survive. A week's fighting has brought them to the brink of collapse. The soldiers below only need to fight, and they don't need to know much about it. Zhao Deyi is different. He knows more about it. The second line of defense is their life and death line. The three mountains are the nodes of the campaign, which are arranged in the center of the battlefield, Originally, it was estimated that the second line of defense would be used to kill a large number of zombies, so that Yuri could decapitate the zombies in the air, kill the zombies of Z2, and finally launch a full-scale counterattack. It's really not good. It can also use the swamp to block the zombies' progress.

After the endless zombies were filled into the swamp, Z2 zombies were not found, and the rockets and machine guns of helicopters were consumed, all the previous plans were overturned, and more than two million zombies were left. They had run out of ammunition and food. If they continued, nothing could stop the zombies.

"Report, the commander-in-chief of the front line ordered that the main blocking force is shifting and continue to attract the main zombie force. He asked us to act according to the situation, allow us to find an opportunity to retreat, and have a round with the Yangtze River fleet left by the river. Besides, it said that let's hold on for a short time, supply will arrive soon, and asked whether our water reserves are sufficient?"

The signalman found Zhao Deyi sitting in the ditch resting. Zhao Deyi stood up with a rifle, took the written order from the herald, nodded in silence, waved the signalman to leave, leaned against the wall behind him, and looked for his pocket. After a long time, he found the shriveled cigarette box, drew out the last cigarette and lit it. He looked at the curling green smoke, All hope of the main force's counterattack has gone.

"Sir, is it true about supplies?"

There was a hoarse voice of inquiry behind him. Zhao Deyi turned around and saw a soldier holding a rifle looking at him. When he looked at the soldier in doubt, the old soldier said in a panic:

"The bullet... Is gone."

Zhao Deyi heart suddenly a tight, so fast bullets will run out? A gust of mountain wind came back, and the smoke rolled up on them. The soldiers didn't feel anything, but Zhao Deyi was cold to the bone by the mountain wind with the smell of gunpowder and corpse.

"Go to the ammunition storage point again. All the storage points should be found to see if there is any leakage. Let the heavy machine gunner take out the remaining bullets for preparation."

Zhao Deyi didn't give a specific reply, but gave a new order to the empty bullet soldier. For the illusory supply, he was willing to go to the bottom of the warehouse and look at the soldier's staggering back. Zhao Deyi put the smoke to his mouth, took a hard breath, frowned and turned to look at the other two peaks.

The firepower density of the remaining two peaks is not as high as that of the main peak. The shooting density of one peak is only half of that of the main peak. Seeing this, Zhao Deyi is even more disappointed. The situation seems really bad. The clear sky is covered by smoke and smoke, just like his heart. More and more negative emotions accumulate, making the big stone in his heart heavier, Heavy let him suffocate, just want to roar out of the heart of depression.

Unfortunately, he can't. He is the commander of this army. His words and deeds will be magnified by the soldiers below. Before the last minute, he can't make the soldiers lose confidence, just like he didn't answer the soldiers' questions just now. He can't let the soldiers have a chance to think about things. He wants the soldiers to have something to do all the time, no matter it's useless or not, As long as the soldiers are not allowed to focus on running out of ammunition, there is no way to escape."Chief, sir... I found it, I found the ammunition..."

The soldier, who was assigned to work blindly by him, came running with a ammunition box. After several days of fighting, the soldier could not even walk steadily. Now he is walking fast with a heavy box.

"Touch..."

The green ammunition box fell at Zhao Deyi's feet. The soldier wiped the sweat on his face with his dirty sleeves. On his greasy face, only his eyes were vivid, and his red eyes, which were also full of blood, were shining with hope. Looking at these eyes waiting for praise, Zhao Deyi reached out and handed over half of his cigarette. The soldier took a careful puff, And Zhao Deyi.

"Send the bullet down..."

Zhao Deyi knew without asking that the box of bullets must have been piled up in a corner and forgotten. It was just luck that they could be found out. The soldier's simple and honest smile made his eyes disappear, leaving only his determination.

"Alas

With a long sigh, Zhao Deyi stopped looking at the happy steps of the soldiers rushing to the trench below. A box of bullets has only a thousand rounds, which is only enough for each person in a platoon to use one clip. I'm afraid