Sea of zombies.
Standing on the sentry tower and looking around, the zombies were densely packed into a dark mass. This scene could only be seen in the city center, but now it appeared in the quiet suburbs. No one knows why the alien wave broke out. Maybe it was because of the lack of living space in the city center, or maybe it was the urge to forage collectively. Regardless, it happened.
Such a desperate scene makes it difficult for any viewer not to feel numb.
A twenty-meter wall cannot bring people more security, because. .
The howl sounded, and the thrower rushed towards the wall of the Fish Bone Base with staggering steps. He fiercely threw out the larvae zombies he was holding in his hands towards the soldiers on the wall. The baby-sized zombie howled miserably, opened its small withered and cracked mouth, and threw itself at the soldier on the wall who was shooting with a rifle.
Then it exploded!
"Ah! My eyes!" A soldier whose face was splashed by acid covered his face and rolled on the ground wailing. However, he was still fine. The two soldiers at the center of the explosion were blown to pieces and were obviously dead.
"Fuck! A thrower appears, kill him quickly!" Wang Zhaowu shouted into the headset at the top of his lungs.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a sniper bullet blew off the thrower's head.
Pulling the gun bolt with a "click", Sun Jiao stepped on the wall with one foot and continued to point at the corpses with the ghost sniper rifle domineeringly. He pulled the trigger again and skillfully killed a thrower who had just raised his hand.
Looking at this scene, Wang Zhaowu felt frightened. It's not because of Sun Jiao's marksmanship, but because of her identity as the marshal's wife.
Damn it, if there was even the slightest glitch in her safety, Jiang Chen would have to tear him apart when he came back. However, he tried to persuade her to go down, but Sun Jiao ignored him and continued to stand on the wall.
From an objective point of view, Sun Jiao is indeed the most powerful individual in the entire base. There is hardly any soldier standing here who has been trained for more than a year, but Sun Jiao has been walking in the wasteland since she was a child, and it has been more than ten years now.
Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Wang Zhaowu had no choice but to give up.
There are only 5 units of T-3 powered armor deployed in the Fishbone Base. The rest of Duyun went to the sixth block with a long defensive line. It is said that that area was the hardest hit area, and the overwhelming mutant mosquitoes almost broke through the defense line. Fortunately, there are a lot of veterans in the Sixth Block. Many of them are experts who have been wandering the wasteland all year round. They have brought out private goods such as fire-breathing robots and fuel bombs. Anyway, as the executive officer Chu Nan announced that the military government would reimburse them for their losses. In order to save their lives, no one bothered to hide it secretly.
At the Fish Bone Base, apart from the five T-3s, only two of the newly developed T-4s were built in time. And now they are all placed on the city wall, using their machine guns to unleash firepower on the zombies.
A drone attack group outside the wall cruised at low altitude. Use the mounted small-caliber rifle to shoot the zombie in the head.
In addition, there are soldiers wearing heavy full-angle body armor crouching behind the wall bunkers. They carry cans filled with organic synthetic fuel on their backs and hold spray guns in their hands, ready to guard against possible flying attacks. Alien species.
Whether it is a light infantryman holding a tearer rifle or a fireman holding a machine gun to fire, all combat units on the wall have only one mission.
That is to do everything possible to kill the zombies far away from the base.
While Wang Zhaowu was looking at the corpses with a frown, Jiang Chen climbed onto the sentry tower.
"Marshal." Wang Zhaowu quickly gave a military salute.
"How is the situation?" Jiang Chen asked straight to the point without any nonsense.
He had been gone less than a few hours. I didn't expect the situation to deteriorate to this extent. Looking at the endless sea of corpses in the distance, he suddenly felt that the entire base was like a lonely boat.
"Too bad, there are too many zombies." Wang Zhaowu said with a wry smile.
If you don't get hit in the head, you won't die. When the zombies form a certain number, even though the wall is filled with soldiers with live ammunition and sentry machine guns spitting flames, they are still touched by the running zombies.
Under the wall, zombies held their heads high and roared, stretching their arms frantically at the top of the 20-meter-high wall, trying to climb over the wall and tear apart the living people inside. The zombies from behind came and trampled on the zombies in front. It formed a steep slope composed of corpses.
This is also what Wang Zhaowu is most worried about.
Twenty meters is the height of a six-story building. If you want to fill in a steep slope, it will take tens of thousands of zombies. And there are more than tens of thousands of zombies spreading out from the city center? To say a million is a bit too small.
In order to prevent the zombies from using the human ladder tactic, the soldiers on the wall pulled off grenades and threw them towards the densely populated area of zombies on the wall. But after all, this method treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. Even if the grenade can cause objective damage to the zombies gathered together, the corpses of the zombies are still piled under the wall after all.
Through the bulletproof glass, Jiang Chen stared at the broken faces. From time to time, one or two larvae zombies would hit the glass of the control tower, exploding into a dark green stain.
"Marshal." Wang Zhaowu took a deep breath and spoke carefully.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Where is the Marshal's wife..." Wang Zhaowu pointed to the location of the wall, fearing that Jiang Chen might not see it. reminded.
Seeing Sun Jiao shooting with a sniper rifle, Jiang Chen sighed helplessly.
"Let her go."
He could probably understand her desire to help. It's only the early stage of the alien wave, and it's not very dangerous yet. Since she wants to be on the front line, let her. What's more, with her fighting power, she would be fine even if everyone on the wall died.
"Where are the Screamer mortars in the base?" He raised his telescope and observed the distribution of zombies in the distance. Among the zombies, Jiang Chen faintly saw a few spitters with their bellies sticking out.
"It's ready." Wang Zhaowu replied.
Mortar ammunition is not unlimited, and the reserve at the Fishbone Base is only 2,000 rounds. Only when the zombies not only form a quantity but also form a density, the bombing efficiency of the mortar will be the highest. So until now, Wang Zhaowu has not used mortar positions.
"Then use it now. At 6.6 kilometers, a spitter will appear." Jiang Chen stuffed the telescope into his chest and said in a deep voice.
Wang Zhaowu was startled and quickly picked up the telescope and looked over.
I had been having a headache just now about what was happening right now, and I actually forgot to pay attention to the distance.
Putting his hand on the headset, Wang Zhaowu immediately ordered.
"Attention, mortar team, azimuth angle 72°, distance 6.5 kilometers, fire!"
"receive."
The sound of artillery being ejected was immediately heard from the square in the center of the base. Ten Screamer mortars formed a formation and were operated by 10 gunners. The artillery shells are sent to high altitudes through electromagnetic ejection, with a maximum range of up to 12 kilometers.
An average of 20 rounds can be fired per minute. This one-minute bombardment alone uses 200 rounds of artillery shells.
In the field of vision, the dozens of spitters were instantly covered by barrages falling from the sky.
The billowing smoke rose tens of meters high, and it took a full minute before new zombies passed through the smoke. And those who spit had obviously been blown to pieces.
"How many artillery shells can the military factory produce every day?" Looking at the black smoke in the distance, Jiang Chen asked Wang Zhaowu beside him.
"If the material supply is sufficient, the maximum production capacity is 200 rounds." Wang Zhaowu replied.
200 rounds? The day's output was not enough for a minute's bombardment.
Jiang Chen touched his chin and began to think deeply.
He is now considering whether to get something from the present world. (.)