Chapter 1569

On the three mountain positions, all kinds of miscellaneous objects are scattered everywhere, such as shell casings buried in the soil surface, damaged shoes, steel helmets on the back, and damaged guns and weapons. The three mountains are very quiet, and the zombies at the foot of the mountain are feigning upward again. Even if the zombies are close to the middle of the mountain, no one shoots.

The huge corpse heap between the three mountains has become a charred wreck. Countless corpses are burned like coal ash by the fire. Black ashes are scattered everywhere. Except for the three mountains, there are such black scorched ashes in a circle of ten kilometers. Countless zombies are surging in these black ashes, which makes people unable to tell which is the color of the earth and which is the color of the zombies, It was as if the three mountains had been occupied by zombies.

"When..."

An empty can was thrown out of the trench, hit the shell shells scattered outside the trench, made a crisp sound, and then rolled down the hillside, hitting the zombies climbing below.

"Get up, get up, get food..."

The hoarse and dry voice seemed to be the hoarse voice made by the friction of the old tree bark. It was not big, but it made more people yell. The voice was also hoarse and dry. Then hundreds of skinny men were standing up in the trench silently.

These men are all the same, dirty and disheveled hair, dark and greasy cheeks, deep eyes, and their thin bodies that are only a little stronger than skeletons.

The men slowly supported the wall full of black ash to the top of the mountain, moving very slowly, almost step by step, as if a little faster they would fall and never get up again.

The hobbling men struggled to climb to the top of the mountain, exhausted their last bit of strength, sat down on the ground and gasped. Beside them stood countless helmets and metal ammunition boxes, which were facing the wind. When they saw these objects, they searched among them, and even found a few drops of dew that had not evaporated to moisten their voice.

Zhao Deyi dragged a sack of linen to the center, looked at hundreds of men around him, grabbed the sacks with both hands and turned them upside down. One by one, the big white flour cakes rolled onto the oilcloth on the ground. When all the three sacks were empty, the flour cakes had accumulated into hills.

One by one, the soldiers came forward, picked up their own bread, went to one side, squatted down, tore off a small piece, put it into their mouth, soaked it with saliva, and swallowed it hard.

Zhao Deyi, who was also holding the dough cake, looked at the soldiers and felt sad. Today, it was the 20th day that they were surrounded on the top of the mountain. How did they survive these 20 days? Almost no one is willing to recall that everyone present knows that if there is a hell in the world, it is here.

There is no shortage of food here. When the helicopter delivers ammunition to them, it always comes with some big cakes. What they lack is water. The water prepared before is enough for them to use for a month, but the fire of burning corpses a few days ago made them consume a lot of water to resist the high temperature baking.

After a short time, all the soldiers on the scene finished their dough and looked at their officer with hot eyes. Zhao Deyi turned to his adjutant, who nodded and went to the center of the mountain top where there were large and small bags of empty shells. He pulled out an iron plate, pulled out a rubber hose from it and connected it to the hand pump. He pushed and pulled it with him, Clear water flows from the joint to the iron bucket.

The water source is stored under the surface. The soldiers don't know how much water there is under their feet. They only care about how much water they can get. There is not much water. Each person has half a cup of water, which is their supply for the whole afternoon. The next time they drink water, they have to wait until tomorrow morning.

Zhao Deyi is more anxious than the soldiers below. The soldiers have shown a state of uncooperative idleness. Although there is not much ammunition, the main reason is that they have been stuck on the mountain surrounded by zombies for a long time. The soldiers are fighting day and night in an urgent manner. They are facing death, pain, cold and the most terrible thirst, The morale of the soldiers is rapidly consumed for various reasons. Without helicopter support, I am afraid the troops would have collapsed.

The only way to restore the soldiers' high morale is to retreat to a safe place and let them take a good bath and have a good sleep. When they have a good rest, they are all made of fine steel. But here, this simple wish has become the most luxurious expectation.

The soldiers drank their own water and helped each other up to walk towards the trench. Only when they stayed there could they feel safe. There was no absolute rear in the three mountain position. Compared with the mountain without any barrier, the trench was the most familiar place for them to feel at ease.

Looking at the soldiers leaving, Zhao Deyi sighed and raised his telescope to observe the other two mountains. The other mountains were almost the same as here. In 20 days of fighting, the ammunition was basically exhausted. The only thing that could resist the zombies was the steep slope. The 75 degree slope not only caused obstacles to them, but also was a curse to the zombies. As long as they were careful, Prevent the flexible S2 zombies from breaking through the barbed wire and stumbling ropes, and they will be free for the time being.In the telescope, the leaders of the other two mountains are also looking at him, maybe looking for a little peace of mind. Zhao Deyi tries to crack his mouth and wave to them with a smile. After the other party responds, he puts down his telescope and goes to his hiding place, ready to survive this boring afternoon.

Suddenly, the adjutant pointed to the distant sky and yelled. When Zhao Deyi saw the approaching helicopter and the ferocious streamlined fuselage of the mourner helicopter, at the first sight of everyone, he felt that it was a terrible angel of death. But after he brought them support, the helicopter was the most holy in their hearts. When they saw the plane, they could see it, The previously dead positions cheered.

Zhao Deyi didn't cheer. He didn't see the plane carrying any packages. As he thought, the plane flied across the sky to Wuhan without stopping. At this time, he guessed something and fell into despair. The contact with the cockroach base was intermittent these days, and most of the inquiries there were perfunctory. If there weren't supplies coming every day, I'm afraid he has long suspected whether the cockroach base has been lost.

But today, the plane ignored them and flew away. Maybe it had other tasks, but today's supplies seem to be deliberately forgotten. Is there really something wrong?

"Help me contact the base and ask them why their ammunition supply is not available today? We only have more than 20000 bullets left. If there are no bullets... "

Zhao Deyi rushes to the communication office with an antenna on it. Before he gets close, he shouts orders to the signalmen waiting for the radio station. However, the usual noisy communication office is very quiet today. Seeing several people sitting in it, Zhao Deyi feels nervous. Is that right?

"Is it true? We are saved... "

All of a sudden, a signalman spoke to himself, and then the whole communication center broke out. They yelled, blushed, hugged each other, and even forgot that their officer stood by and cheered. Five minutes later, Zhao Deyi did not wait for their mood to calm down. On the contrary, things were getting worse and worse, Two of them cried bitterly, and their mouths were still crying, which made him unable to help.

"Who can tell me what happened? Is brother cockroach back? "

Zhao Deyi's angry voice awakened these crying men. They wiped away their tears and looked at Zhao Deyi and cried excitedly:

"Sir, we are saved. Reinforcements are coming..."

"Cheer me up. Don't let anyone drop the chain at that time. Whether we can get ahead depends on this. Fang Zhanbo, you should lead the first marine team as a forward. You must plunge in like a blade and attack the mountain as fast as possible. Don't worry about the zombies on both sides. The second marine team will help you clean up.

Hu Zhongping, your second brigade carries all the heavy machine guns and covers behind them. No matter how many casualties there are, you should watch their back. It depends on you to rescue successfully this time. "

Gao Feng, the deputy commander of the Yangtze River fleet, was stern in expression and issued a decisive battle order. In front of him, several officers sat up rigorously. As Gao Feng gave the order, they dared not say a word. In private, they were rubbing their hands, waiting for a good fight.

"Boom..."

The violent vibration made the people in the room pitch forward and backward. Then they put themselves in the right position. Gao Feng tidied up his wrinkled uniform and stopped for a moment. They took up the previous topic and continued to preach in the carriage

"I know you have a lot of experience in street fighting. You have a good way to deal with small-scale zombies, But today is our first large-scale frontal combat, and we are not dealing with hundreds of thousands of small-scale zombies, or at least hundreds of thousands of zombies. So I hope you don't have the idea of belittling the enemy, especially you, AI Qingshan... "

It was a young man who was named. The biggest difference between this young man and others here is that he is young. Compared with other people, he is a mature man in his twenties. Only he has a tender face in his seventeen or eighteen years old. In terms of dress, he is also different. Other people wear military uniform and straight back, but he is different.

Fluffy and disorderly hair covers most of his eyes. If you want to see his eyes, you can only find them through the hair gap. There are shining diamond earrings on his left earlobe, nine ear eyes on his right ear, and nine gold earrings of various styles. In addition, on his fair left face, there is another tattoo. The tattoo is scarlet, It's as if I've just been kissed by a beautiful woman, and I haven't had time to wipe it.

Military uniform is also very distinctive. Two sleeves and upper arms have been torn off. The messy threads make his military uniform hip-hop. The fengjikou on the neckline is absolutely not used. A huge gold necklace is hanging on the neck, like a thick chain tied with a fierce dog. All kinds of cracks on the brand-new military uniform are messy, and matched with the same pair of ragged jeans, I just feel that this guy can be anything but a soldier.

At the peak of his name, he didn't notice it. Although he was also sitting, he was wearing Bluetooth high fidelity headphones in his ears. His whole body vibrated with a strange rhythm, which made other officers around him look sideways. His face showed a little impatience, but no one said it. He seemed to care about something."Ai Qingshan, turn off your broken earphone!"

Gaofeng can't bear this guy any longer. The tendons on his forehead are jumping and jumping, as if he is cramping. AI Qingshan wakes up after being pushed by people around him. Looking at the angry Gaofeng, he puts up his index finger, blinks his eyes and signals to wait a moment. He turns around and punches the guy who pushes him in the face. With a scream, AI Qingshan sniffs, He rubbed his fist on his chest, turned his head, looked at the pistol aimed at his forehead with innocent eyes, and said very clearly:

"I'm wrong. I don't dare any more. Commander, don't scare me with this kind of toy. Next time you tie me directly to the muzzle of the antiaircraft gun, I'm absolutely afraid..."

Gaofeng looks at the unruly guy with his eyes on fire. He pulls the trigger without hesitation and the gun flashes. However, AI Qingshan makes all kinds of exaggerated facial expressions. He turns his back and stretches his legs and swings in the bullet track. When Gaofeng inserts the empty pistol back into the holster, AI Qingshan goes up to him and reaches for his hand, Fifteen hot bullets were suspended in his palm like a spiral