Chapter 65 How About Using a Distress Signal?

The young officer left.

When he comes next time, he will bring the equipment Chu Ran needs, and perhaps some things that can increase his mental power.

The machine gun tower will continue to be built. Chu Ran decided not to expand the territory outward for the time being. He will build machine gun towers in the outermost circle and use them as city walls.

This is undoubtedly a big project, and the consumption of resources is definitely not a small number. Except for the farmers needed to build the arrow tower, all other farmers were sent out by Chu Ran to collect stone and iron.

Just when Chu Ran wanted to develop his own territory with peace of mind, Bai Hao started to make trouble.

"What? The military is going to my Bai family warehouse?" Bai Hao's eyes were scarlet, and he had the aura of a superior when he spoke.

And below Bai Hao was a strong zombie.

This is a special zombie, an excellent zombie that has reached level 15.

"Boss, the military has been occupying warehouses these days. Our warehouse is their next target."

"Since they are looking for death, let's send them to death."

Bai Hao smiled coldly.

The military does have a certain strength, but in Bai Hao's view, it is nothing.

How many people can the military have?

Even if they are equipped with hot weapons, what can they do?

The zombies under Bai Hao's command are almost approaching one million.

There is only Bai Hao, the zombie king, in Chuancheng, and all the zombies are Bai Hao's subordinates.

Can the military withstand the attack of millions of zombies?

"Great, boss, by devouring human flesh and blood, we can evolve faster." The special zombie licked his lips.

If Bai Hao hadn't ordered them not to run out to kill and eat meat privately, how could Chuancheng be so quiet and peaceful.

"Leave a few alive." Bai Hao gave an order.

"Yes, boss."

The special zombie took the order and left.

These days have passed, and Bai Hao still doesn't know the news of Chu Ran's territory, which makes Bai Hao a little manic, but Bai Hao knows Chu Ran's strength. Even if there are zombies who have seen Chu Ran's territory, the zombies will definitely not survive.

However, the zombies don't know where Chu Ran's territory is, but the military should know it.

Chu Ran's territory is very special. The military has airplanes and can definitely find this special territory.

This afternoon.

Military personnel drove more than a dozen large trucks into the Bai family's storage area in the west of the city.

The military personnel paid a lot of hard work to drive the trucks here, because the roads have been intermittent for a long time, and vehicles cannot pass through many places. It took them several days to open this road leading to the Bai family's warehouse.

"Boss, this Bai family is a big family in Sichuan City. There must be a lot of resources in their warehouse. As long as we get these resources, the upper level will definitely reward us."

In the truck at the front of the convoy, the young driver spoke in a brisk tone.

The man who looked much more mature sitting in the passenger seat said: "Stop talking nonsense and concentrate."

"Boss, why are you so nervous? I don't know where those zombies are hiding. I haven't encountered many in the past few days."

"Not knowing where they are hiding doesn't mean they have all disappeared." The man frowned slightly.

When things are abnormal, there must be something wrong.

Hiding zombies are not necessarily a good thing for humans.

"Okay, I know. By the way, boss, how can Chu Ran be so strong?"

Chu Ran's deeds are not a secret in the military.

Although no one has deliberately publicized it, the situation of Chu Ran's territory has been known to most people.

Such a powerful territory will naturally attract the interest of many people.

"Everyone has his own opportunities, take care of yourself."

"I just don't believe it. If there is a chance, I will definitely follow the helicopter to see it. I will believe it only when I see it with my own eyes."

"No, stop the car quickly." The mature man has been paying attention to the road in front of him. He suddenly yelled.

The young man driving subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

The truck stopped suddenly.

"Boss, what's going on?" The young man knew his boss's character and would never joke, especially at a time like this.

"There are zombies." The mature man spoke slowly.

"Zombies? Where are they?" The young man looked up, and there was no sign of zombies in front of the vehicle.

"In the back." The mature man stared at the rearview mirror.

There were dense zombies behind the convoy, but what was strange was that these zombies had no intention of attacking the convoy. They just blocked the convoy's retreat.

"I'm afraid we can't go back today. Send an emergency signal immediately."

"Boss? Emergency?" The young man's hands trembled a little.

He saw the situation behind the convoy from the rearview mirror, but he couldn't quite understand his boss's order.

Shouldn't a distress signal be sent in this situation?

"Do as I say, quickly."

The mature man opened the door, and then turned over and actually flipped onto the carport.

"Everyone, bring weapons and ammunition, assemble on the fifth car, speed." The mature man could see farther from the roof.

His voice could reach farther.

As far as the eye could see, except for the front of the convoy, the other three directions were all occupied by zombies, so dense that it was impossible to find out clearly.

The soldiers on the vehicles got off one after another and gathered in the direction of the fifth truck.

Seeing the humans appearing in front of them, the zombies' throats surged, and they were almost unable to restrain their bloodthirsty instincts.

However, without the order of the zombie king, they could only restrain themselves.

Soon, more than 30 soldiers gathered on the fifth truck.

"Everyone, prepare to die. Kill as many zombies as possible." All the personnel were present, and the mature man spoke.

"Yes."

The emotions of the group of people were different, but they all responded without hesitation and shouted loudly.

"Boss, why don't you use the distress signal? The boss should send a helicopter over. Even if they don't take us away, they will take the boss away. The boss's profession is a rare profession."

The young soldier who had just released the emergency signal suggested.

"Bullshit, I will definitely die with you today. Don't talk nonsense, prepare for battle."

"Yes."

The group of people stopped talking, and everyone entered the combat state.

They had to defend this truck. Even if they died today, they had to kill more than ten times their number of zombies.

"Roar!"

A corpse roar suddenly appeared.

The zombies seemed to have received some signal. After the roar, all the zombies rushed towards the convoy frantically.

"Fire."

The soldiers were naturally not soft-hearted when the zombies came. They kept pouring bullets from their guns.

However, what surprised them was that the zombies that could be killed with one shot to the head now needed two or three shots to the head to kill.

Only those large-caliber guns could kill with one shot.