Chapter 457

Outside Seoul is a vast expanse of open space.

At a glance, it was just overgrown with weeds.

"Boom -"

all of a sudden, the earth seemed to vibrate, the sound of thunder was getting closer and closer, and accompanied by bursts of harsh screams across the sky.

In the position, all the people are subconsciously holding the guns in their hands, and their knuckles have become pale because of too much force.

They know the zombies are coming.

At this moment, only the cold guns in their hands can bring them a small sense of fire and security.

A wisp of black appeared on the horizon in the distance, and then it became thicker and thicker, until it was like the boundless tide, as if the huge waves were going to devour the world.

In this huge wave, Seoul, a big city with millions of people, seems so small and insignificant at this time.

Black corpse tides swarmed in all directions. The dust on the ground swept all over the sky. Where the corpse tides passed, even the most humble weeds were crushed into dust.

The zombie was getting closer and closer, within the range of the shell.

"Fight!"

Chen Xiaoze, dressed in military uniform, gave a sharp drink.

The artillery, which had been ready for a long time, moved, filled and launched. The whole movement was completed at one go.

At this time, there is no need to adjust the trajectory, because the muzzle is in the direction of the enemy everywhere.

"Boom boom boom -"

at the same time, hundreds of shells cut through the dark clouds like fireworks and fell into the corpse tide. With the sound of explosion, the flames devoured everything.

The low-level zombies were directly torn apart by the shells, their intestines were worn out and their limbs were flying.

But the zombies in the back soon came up again. Under the command of the Zombie King, these low-level zombies with no brains didn't know what fear was.

They will only obey orders mechanically, no formation, no leader, just need to rush forward, rush in and kill everyone.

"Boom boom -"

"boom boom -"

the bombardment is still going on. In the face of endless zombies, the artillery of the sixth regiment seems so insignificant at this time.

After more than a thousand rounds of shelling, the zombie was closer and within the range of the guns.

"Boom! Boom

Mines buried in advance start to explode to slow down the impact speed of zombies. What they need to do is not destroy zombies, and they have no such ability.

What they need to do is try to survive until reinforcements arrive.

"Dada dada -"

thousands of machine guns took the lead in pulling the trigger, and fire dragons flew out of the muzzle, and the palm long bullets directly cut the zombies in the front.

"Grass your grandmother's dog zombies, I don't believe you have more than me!"

A middle-aged man with a full face and beard angrily scolded and stood up with a light machine gun to sweep.

"Kang Kang..."

"Dada dada -"

"hit! Don't save bullets, hit hard

"Boom! Boom! Boom

All kinds of guns, from standard machine guns to self-made muskets, are constantly firing at the moment.

The only advantage they have is the weapon.

Once the zombies rush to the front, their only advantage will be lost, and the zombie meat, fight, just like using human life to fill, to delay time.

So what they can do now is to seize the time and shoot as many zombies with hot weapons as possible, so that they can have less pressure in close combat.

Under the attack of hot weapons, the zombies in the front of the stream are falling down, but the ones in the back are soon added. With each zombie falling down, the tide of zombies can move forward.

What's more, not every bullet can be hit.

His fingers were numb when he pulled the trigger, but the zombies in the distance were getting closer and closer, as if they could never be killed, which made everyone feel desperate.

Ten minutes later, the zombies are coming up.

"The brothers of the sixth regiment, behind them is Seoul. They are millions of people. It's natural for them to serve as soldiers and eat food. They should be loyal to their duties to protect their families and defend their country. Only when they die in battle is the good son of the seventh district. Today, the zombies will not retire, and I, Chen Xiaoze, will not!"

Chen Xiaoze's eyes were cold and his voice was hoarse. The sword in his hand had already come out of the sheath, and the silver light was so dazzling in the dark cloud covered Seoul.

"Brothers, kill the enemy with me!"

His voice fell, and he jumped out of the position first, waving a knife and roaring at the zombie.

Facing the tide of corpses, he didn't hesitate, just to get up and put on his military uniform, the epaulets on his shoulders, and the Seoul people behind him.

At the moment, the shoulder is not only a symbol of power epaulet, but also the responsibility of protecting the country and the people.

"Kill

"Kill!"

The sixth regiment is the reinforced regiment. The whole regiment, together with the cookers and clerks, has more than 3500 people. At this time, they are the same as Chen Xiaoze. With his order, the whole regiment did not hesitate. Holding the multi-functional bayonet rifle, they rushed out of the position and faced the zombie.They may not think as much as Chen Xiaoze. For them, following the commander to the front, they have already formed their instinct at the moment when the enemy rushes up.

No matter who or how many people they face, as long as they don't receive the order to retreat, they will only rush forward until they die.

"Mad, I always thought I was calm. Why was I so excited? Brother, let's have a fight!"

Meng Hai looked at the roaring uniformed men, pursed his lips, and grasped the ready machete, eager to try.

"Nonsense, can the garrison do all the things that make people show their faces?" Cao Tian laughed.

Meng Hai took out a small copper mirror from his arms.

Cao Tian was stunned: "it's time. Niema didn't forget to look in the mirror and tidy up her remains."

"Enjoy my hairstyle. Maybe it's the last time." Meng Hai grinned and put the mirror in his arms.

Cao Tian is silent, half ring just say: "I discover today, your this head type is quite handsome."

As he spoke, he stood up with a knife in his hand.

"It has to drop." Meng Hai flicked his hair, and then without waiting for Cao Tianxia's order, he rushed out with a knife and scolded: "zombie of grass mud horse, your father, I haven't lost a fight in the village. Will I be afraid of you?"

"Damn, I will punish you for ignoring organization and discipline." Cao Tian made a rude remark and then rushed out.

"I'll have to wait until I'm alive."

"Then you'll step on the horse and live for me!"

More than 2000 people from the Seoul sheriff's department rushed together, which seemed quite spectacular.

Those local ruffians and bandits on Haitang Street are more flustered. They rush up with all kinds of strange weapons in their hands. They are full of ferocity.

The tens of thousands of people in Seoul who volunteered to go to the front line are the biggest force. They have no uniform clothes and weapons, but they have a uniform goal.

That's fuckin 'killing zombies to keep your wife and kids.

Wang Hao, a little Hun from Haitang Street who had met Su Xun, was waving a steel knife in the crowd, just like erha who had been mixed with the wolves, and his face turned white with fright.

His first thought was to run when he was in close combat.

After all, in his opinion, most of the heaven and earth are not as big as his own life. It is his conscience to be able to come out and shoot twice.

But just now he saw everyone rushing, and his blood was boiling. As soon as his brain started to rush, his blood came down, and now he couldn't retreat.

"You forced the zombies of grass mud horse's dogs. I'll fight with you!"