"It should be that the zombies here at that time simply dismantled the plane to avoid the same thing from happening again."
A little brother said.
"Grass... ... "
"There's no place to escape this time..."
Chen Zeyang looked back and saw that some of the zombies in pursuit had already rushed into the airport and would soon reach the runway.
"Boss, what should we do?"
The younger brothers all looked at Chen Zeyang. He was their backbone, and in this situation everyone could only pin their hopes on him.
"There's an escape ladder on the plane, and that thing is inflatable!"
"Tear down a few quickly, and let's run into the sea!"
Chen Zeyang came up with an idea very quickly.
The zombie minions rushed to the plane and started tinkering with the inflatable escape ladder.
Chen Zeyang brought a hundred or so stronger younger brothers and stopped the first wave of zombies rushing over.
"Boss, we've got twenty of them, that's enough!"
A few minutes later, the dismantling team shouted, carrying an escape ladder.
"Retreat! To the beach!"
Chen Zeyang and his men fought and retreated, and the group slowly approached the coast.
When they arrived at the beach, Chen Zeyang and his group were dumbfounded.
Although the sea is not far away, but...
There are sharp rocks and reefs everywhere below the cliff...
You can’t jump directly!
The inflatable escape ladder was probably cut by sharp rocks before it even reached the sea surface...
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PY Time
The sweet and silly dog food daily novel of tsundere and yandere
《The Sickly Girlfriend is a Little Sweet》
Chapter 312 Times Have Changed
Seeing the zombies in front of him surrounding him like a tide, Chen Zeyang clenched his fists.
"Damn, we can't fight here."
"They have momentum, and we will be crushed off the cliff."
"Ali, lay out the inflatable slide and take the brothers to jump down."
Chen Zeyang ordered.
The men did as they were told immediately.
The inflatable slides are laid out into several layers of air cushions.
Hundreds of zombies jumped down one after another.
"Boss, there are still three air cushions that haven't been broken. Take some brothers and go first!"
The red-eyed zombie Ali advised.
"No, you go."
"I'll cover your rear."
Chen Zeyang's eyes were red, and he was about to enter combat mode.
"Boss, if you don't leave, we won't leave either!"
"Damn it, let's all get out of the computer city together. We have to die together!"
Ali said.
He is one of the few zombies who have followed Chen Zeyang since Computer City.
"Yes, Boss, let's die together!"
"Even if I die, I will take dozens of others with me!"
Chen Zeyang's brothers shouted one after another.
Chen Zeyang sighed and looked up.
A white-haired figure appeared on the edge of the cliff.
"You're pretty good!"
"Surrender, submit to me, and I will give you a way out."
"As long as you kneel down, everything will be over!"
The white-haired zombie on the edge of the cliff said to Chen Zeyang.
Chen Zeyang raised his eyebrows.
In this situation, perhaps only surrender can save the lives of our brothers.
"Boss, don't listen to him!"
"We have come all the way here, and we have never been cowardly!"
"Never kneel down to him!"
Ali advised from the side.
"Yes, Brother Li is right!"
"We would rather die than surrender!"
The other brothers also shouted.
While Chen Zeyang felt relieved, he also began to feel conflicted.
My brothers have been following me for so long, I can't just watch them die...
Kneel... Just kneel...
Just as Chen Zeyang was about to make a decision, he noticed that the expressions of the zombies on the cliff suddenly changed.
They all stared straight ahead.
Chen Zeyang turned around and saw a shocking scene.
A huge battleship is heading this way.
These days... ...are you still interested in technology
At the bow of the Missouri, Wang Ran put down his telescope.
"Uncle, there are so many zombies ahead, what's going on?"
Tang Tang asked.
"It seems like two groups of zombies are confronting each other."
"One of the parties is in a bad situation."
"Oh, that guy..."
"Tang Tang, do you remember that we encountered a mutant zombie when we went to the power plant?"
“We even had a few words with him at that time.”
Wang Ran asked.
"Ah! You mean that guy?"
"I just remember that he blocked me in the refrigerator at the computer city..."
"The power plant... yeah, that's where I fought the tank zombies for the first time!"
"Later we went to the container factory..."
Tang Tang blushed when she said this.
The first time I pushed Wang Ran down was on that day.
One push is 10 times in a row...
After hearing this, Tang Tang was no longer so disgusted with the zombie named Chen Zeyang.
"Uncle, you see they are all cornered."
"Why don't you help them?"
Tang Tang instigated from the side.
"Of course I will help."
"There are so many zombies in H City. We can't kill them all by just killing them. We must have a zombie agent."
"This Chen Zeyang had some acquaintance with us before, and he is the most suitable candidate."
"Xiaoyu, go and notify those below to prepare for the bombardment."
"Except for the zombies below, all others can be killed."
Wang Ran gave the order.
“Good Master!”
Su Xiaoyu immediately ran to the cabin.
Tang Yan looked envious standing aside.
Having a battleship is different.
Unlike Britain, there are boats, but almost all the people who can sail are dead.
Most of the strategic weapons have become decorations.
Soon, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the shore.
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”
Three bursts from the main gun!
A large number of zombies on the shore were killed directly by the artillery fire!
Even red-eyed level zombies were not spared.
In this kind of large-scale bombardment, whether you die or not depends entirely on luck.
Yes, it depends on whether it is aimed at you.
In an instant, the zombies on the shore were in chaos.
They wailed and roared, running around like headless flies.
Many zombies fell off the cliff and were killed by Chen Zeyang who was guarding below.
After two rounds of artillery fire, thousands of zombies on the shore were directly killed, and several thousand more died from being trampled and falling.
The white-haired zombie had blood all over his face and looked at the steel warship in horror.
Just now, if the muzzle of the gun had been a little off, he would have been the one blown up.
He wasn't sure if he could survive the gunshot.
"Retreat..."
After a brief hesitation, the white-haired zombie gave the order to retreat.
On the shore, facing such artillery fire would be tantamount to seeking death.