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Before the escapee could even hum the screams, his whole body was divided into several pieces and flew together in the air. The corpses flying in the air were still separated, and finally turned into a piece of flesh and bone residue, messy pieces of flesh and blood, raining on the blocking line like raindrops on the crowd.
The bloody pieces of meat fell on the team members and the militiamen. The team members had weird faces. Enduring the desire to vomit, they continued to shoot and change the clips. A d-shaped zombie with a bad smell.
The blocking front this time was also arranged in advance. The team members and militiamen all relied on the 1.6-meter-high parapet to shoot. The parapet was a bit strange, with a little forward curvature.
"Pop..." The zombies rushed to the front of the formation, and before they even waved their claws, they grabbed the trembling crowd behind the parapet, and the dust rose all over the sky, flooding the entire battle line, and disappeared behind them. In the gray mist of Five Fingers, an unusually loud command was uttered.
"push!!!"
The team members standing behind the parapet squatted down together, breathed the dusty air, shouted together, and pressed their shoulders against the dirt wall desperately.
"boom·····"
In the gray fog, the entire parapet was pushed down, and the fog in the blocking position turned into a sea of dust, which rose several meters high and slowly spread to both sides.
"Scatter.....Scatter..."
Wishing to bury their heads in the ground, the trembling militiamen with their buttocks pouting heard the orders from their respective captains. They were stunned at first, and then they finally remembered that dispersing means retreating. They got up one after another and rushed towards the convoy looming in the sea of dust. .
The motley crowd had just rushed through the sea of flying dust, and before they got outside, before they could take a breath of fresh air, the heavy machine gun of "Tatata" opened fire again in front of them.
The large-caliber machine gun bullets blasted holes the size of a sea bowl in front of them, and the flying mud and falling stones shot at the faces and bodies of the militiamen, making them hesitate to continue to retreat.
"Line up...line up..."
Hundreds of gray men with swords and shields were facing the town in disgrace, and behind them, the team members who were also disgraced, with only clear eyes and unrecognizable faces, stood neatly holding things like metal chains.
"Squeak..." The paratrooper chariot, which had never moved, drove slowly, and just stopped beside the militiamen, and the body adjusted its direction with the rotation of the tracks.
"Thug..." Two long tongues of flame shot out from the chariot body, one after another flashed through the dust mist and drilled into the depths of the dust sea. The group of corpses moved, they panted violently, preparing for the ensuing battle.
The d-type zombies that rushed over before have not moved yet, and the militiamen also vaguely guessed in their hearts that those things were caught in the trap and wiped out. This is a happy event, but they are not happy because they lost the parapet, no Parapets, they felt about to face battle naked.
The two heavy machine guns of the paratrooper combat vehicle seemed to be firing only to cheer up the militiamen. They stopped firing within a minute after the sound, and then the tracks turned and turned the car body to the back.
Seeing the paratrooper chariot leaving with thick armor on its back, the militiamen and regular team members cursed Huang Quan for being stingy in their hearts.
After the paratrooper chariot left, the figures of zombies loomed in the opposite sea of dust. This time, the zombies were not D-type zombies, nor were they ordinary zombies, but nearly 50-type zombies.
These type zombies are short in stature and extremely fast. Their charging speed is much faster than that of type d zombies, and the distance of tens of meters is reached in an instant.
"Woooo..."
The team members behind the militia held the metal chains in their hands above their heads and circled them. The whining metal chain drew a circle. The chain was connected to a steel ball the size of a table tennis ball. The bright metal ball reflected the light. It took the eyes of the militia.
The team members danced with metal chains and stepped forward. When they arrived in front of the militiamen, they shouted in unison. Dozens of long chains with metal balls at both ends flew in circles towards the approaching zombies.
Dozens of chain rings completely blocked the space where the small zombies pounced. Each zombie was trapped and fell to the ground. The team members shook off a tripping horse held in their left hand and replaced it with their right hand, turned it slightly and threw it out again.
While the militiamen were stunned, the menacing small-sized zombies were wiped out. The team members threw away the metal chains in their hands, took off the rifles on their backs in a leisurely manner, pulled the bolts and walked among the small-sized zombies, shooting one by one. Work them all out.
"Get ready... get ready..."
The respective militia captains shouted loudly, the dust gradually dispersed, and in the spreading dust sea, thumping zombies staggered and appeared in everyone's eyes, shaking their arms.
"Touch..." The militiaman raised his hand, and the steel shield on his left arm was neatly buckled on his chest.
"Swipe..." Hundreds of stainless steel long knives were raised obliquely, the swords pointed to the sky, and the backs of the knives leaned lightly on the right shoulder.
"Tat T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T A" The regular team members put down their guns, ran over neatly with their swords and shields in hand, and stood in front of the militiamen, facing the increasing number of zombies as dense as the tide. They were the first A breakwater wall.
The zombies that jumped out of the sea of dust looked like humans, they were all disheveled. If the humans had weapons in their hands and the zombies had empty hands, they really couldn't tell who was a zombie and who was a human.
The first line of zombies gradually approached. Facing the oncoming zombies, the militiamen lost their previous tension and fear. Those 20,000 to 50,000 regular team members stood in front of them, holding the same swords and shields as them, The team members didn't tremble like they did. They were so nervous that they even held their knives out of the water. Seeing the performance of others, the militiamen didn't want to be underestimated, so they pumped their blood and prepared to fight.
"Huh!!! Ha!!!"
A squad leader raised his knife and screamed.
Dozens of long knives were held high together, and dozens of people shouted together.
Hundreds of long knives were held high like a forest, and the roar of dragons pierced the sky.
The squad leader raised his sword obliquely, pointing the blade at the dense crowd of corpses, and a thunder exploded from his chest:
"kill···········"
From the sky down, the dust on the ground slowly became like a sea of mist. Hundreds of zombies jumped out of the dust, rushing forward like a swarm of ants, as if to sweep everything.
Right in front of the ant swarm are more than a hundred humans holding high their long knives and screaming. Their number is only one-tenth of the corpses, like a towering reef. Suddenly the reef moved, and they took the initiative to meet the zombies. Rush to the front, the militiamen follow behind, no one retreats, no one procrastinates, everyone shouts loudly, their steps are fast, while running, the knife is shining, flashing a moment of youth.