Volume 2 Chapter 607

Chapter 607 spread out, spread out

At 1:30 noon, the convoy arrived at their destination.

This is a small market town. The road where the convoy runs just passes through the center of the market town. There are restaurants and shops of this kind on both sides of the road. Away from the roadside, there are various small buildings of new or old styles. There is not a single bungalow here. The economy in Dashanli is much more developed.

The reservoir construction site is on the other side of the market town. As far as the eye can see, the dilapidated market town is full of zombies everywhere. It is also a coincidence that the location of the warehouse is near the side of the convoy, so there is no need to alarm the zombies in the town at all. , as long as the zombies surrounding the warehouse are dealt with.

The convoy slowly stopped near the warehouse. The car body had just stopped, and the militiamen sitting on the car were driven off by their respective captains. The distance between the militiamen and the warehouse was less than 100 meters. We clearly saw those stumbling zombies.

Dead zombies and living zombies are two different concepts. They sat in the car and watched the zombies wandering by the roadside, and their hearts were pounding. When they thought that they might go up to fight the zombies with swords and shields, the one hidden in the chest The heart in Li is no longer beating drums, but always wants to pop out of his throat.

Compared with the soft hands and feet of the militiamen, the captain of the militiamen, who was a regular member, seemed slack. Holding his rifle, he glanced at the zombies in the distance with contempt, and then turned his head to stare at the militiamen behind him with a fierce look.

Seeing the captain's fierce eyes, the militiamen all bowed their heads guiltyly.

"Keep your head up, your chest up, your shield up, there is only one target, all the zombies in front of you are dead, or you are all eaten up. I am right behind you, as long as they are facing me, they will be killed."

After all, the captain raised the gun with his left hand, pulled the bolt with his right hand, and looked at each of his subordinates. There was a reason why the captain didn’t take the lead. In front was the training ground. The brave lived and the weak died. This is what brought the militiamen out. The purpose, the team has no time to teach them slowly, let them become the elite in death, is the most direct and fastest way.

"Report...report to the captain, I was injured, is it..."

The unlucky militiaman who was stunned by the head of the zombie and was thrown out of the carriage fell silent. On his bruised and swollen forehead, the cold barrel of the gun was stuck into his big piece of flesh. The barrel was cold and hit him. It made him feel hot all over, and beads of sweat ooze from his forehead.

Looking at the captain's eyes full of killing intent, he begged for mercy again and again, but the begging did not move the captain, only to see the militia captain pull out the military thorn from his waist and raise his hand to stab him in the neck.

"I'm going...I'm going..."

When the begging for mercy turned into a voice of approval, the military thorn stopped on his neck, the sharp military thorn had just parted his flesh, and a little vermilion slowly flowed down the wound cut by the military thorn.

"You don't need to go, I will teach you a trick. Zombies are very sensitive to blood. I think that zombies within a thousand meters will be attracted to them. What you have to face is no longer less than a hundred zombies in front of you, but It’s thousands of zombies within a thousand meters, I wish you luck, by the way, the machine guns behind are aiming at you, don’t blame me, blame this idiot.”

After finishing speaking, the captain of the militia kicked the guy whose neck was pierced into the militia team, turned around and returned to the convoy with the other captains, leaving only more than a hundred militiamen, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

The militia team was stuck between the lost group and the convoy. They looked at the machine guns pointed at them on the off-road vehicles. Looking back, they saw the zombies pouring out of the town. The zombies wandering in the warehouse were walking faster than before. With n times the pace, Zhang Zhe's sharp teeth rushed towards them.

"I'll kill you..."

A militiaman from another team rushed up and put his foot on the unlucky guy's chin. The guy screamed, spit out a few big teeth, and fell to the ground. To split that guy in half.

"When..." There was a loud noise, the steel knife was blocked by the steel shield, and the knife holder and the shield retreated at the same time.

"You didn't even look at the time, you didn't see those things coming. It's more important to save your life first. Let's talk about his fart afterwards. As long as he is still alive, he will settle the matter."

The militiaman who wanted to kill fell silent. He tore off his skirt, threw his jacket on the ground, picked up his shield and howled loudly. Mobilized, hundreds of people let out a sky-shattering roar together.

Their howling voices were still hovering in the air, and the two zombies rushed forward.

"Come on!"

The shield bearer gave a loud roar, and rushed out first, and the shirtless knife bearer rushed out together, making two "Dangdang" sounds, and the rushing zombies were hit one after another, and the militiamen behind them also rushed out. Charge, rushing up together, the two people in front squeezed apart, and slashed down like raindrops with their knives.

"Here we go again, prepare to..."

The shield bearer shouted loudly, and the militiamen behind them dispersed to face the rushing zombies. The lost corpses on the ground had been turned into meat paste and bones.

"Ha...brother, it's ok, put a name on it..."

The knife-wielding man stared at the approaching zombie and roared loudly.

"My name is Chi Yong, don't forget to set up a monument for me..."

Chi Yong, who was holding a shield, also burst out with arrogance, and made a will before the battle, thinking that he was determined to die.

"Good man, my name is Liu Biao, remember, you will do as I die..."

After Liu Biao, the knife-wielding man, was unwilling, Chi Yong was the bloody man.

"Here we come..." "Chong..."

Chi Yong and Liu Biao shouted at the same time and rushed forward together.

Zombies rushed over one after another. There were no thousands of them as the militia captain said, but there were only more than three hundred. The area of ​​more than a thousand square meters is really not big. At the beginning, the zombies in the town were not lured out with a loud explosion. Naturally , Not many rushed out of the town.

There are only more than 300 zombies, three times that of the militiamen, but the militiamen don't know how many zombies there are. For example, they are full of densely packed zombies, and they can't count them. He slashed and slashed at will, his eyes were bloody, he yelled nonsense words, and the long knife in his hand slashed like chopping dumpling stuffing.

As time passed, some people's physical strength could not keep up, and the long swords they swung weighed as much as a thousand catties. One militiaman Fulin mentally remembered what the captain had confessed.

"Squeeze with a shield if you have no strength, and chop your neck if you have strength..."

This sentence was yelled repeatedly, and Chi Yong and Liu Biao, who were too tired, also yelled together. Slowly, the militiamen divided into groups and used the strength of the group to deal with a zombie. Soon, the zombie was killed The speed of the zombies increased greatly, the density of zombies decreased, and the pressure on the militiamen also decreased. There were more and more zombies on the ground, but the militiamen became more and more courageous. They were no longer passive defenses, but actively greeted zombies.

This bravery is indeed short-lived. Before they were nervous and fearful, they swung their long knives without any scruples. Now they have found a way, but their physical fitness can't keep up. Seeing that the overwhelmed zombies gradually gained the upper hand, the militiamen were forced to retreat , At this moment, everyone feels the idea of ​​survival, howling and preparing to meet their last moment.

"Scatter, scatter..."