Apocalypse Special Forces

The first chapter is he that lunatic?

A misty drizzle floated in the gloomy sky, falling on the devastated ruined walls, washing away the dark black blood stains that had long since dried up in vain...

A young man with a longbow walked slowly in the rain, his slightly youthful face with a calmness that was incompatible with his age, the stars under his sword eyebrows seemed to be invisible to the abandoned vehicles in the road, straight Moving forward, as if to look through the rain curtain to the unknown road ahead...

"boom!"

There was a crisp gunshot. The young man frowned slightly. The young man paused. After hesitating, he changed his direction and walked towards the source of the gunshot...

He knew that there was a small survival camp there, and probably less than two hundred people lived there, and this gunshot only explained one thing-there was an attack by zombies.

He guessed right. At the survival point two kilometers away from the young man, a life-and-death battle is underway, and according to the current situation, the term life-and-death mostly belongs to the zombie camp.

"Grass! Which idiot fired the gun? Do you want to attract more zombies? Just go out if you don't want to live, don't hurt me!" A thin man stood on the fence surrounded by abandoned vehicles and construction waste. The small camp where he got up yelled at the wall.

"Skin monkey, aren't you tired of living? I'll just kill you with another scolding." A fat man poked his head out of the only solar-powered truck in the camp and cursed.

The skinny monkey shrank his neck when he heard the words. He was in a panic just now. He forgot that only this fat grandson in the camp currently holds firearms. Other members of the expedition team with firearms have gone out looking for food and various supplies. .

"Liu Qiang! Hurry up! Over there!" Fatty Sun suddenly saw a zombie climbed up the fence and quickly shouted.

"Quick! I have a few more people here! This side is about to be broken!" A middle-aged man of about 40 years old responded, piercing the head of the zombie who had just climbed the wall with his spear, and shouted loudly. Tao.

"I can't hold it anymore! Why isn't the expedition team coming back?"

"They only went out yesterday, and they may not be able to come back today. We are done."

"Then what do we do? Let's run! We can't stop so many zombies."

"Run Nima? Where are you going when you are surrounded? Die together! If you die, you will be free!"

"..."

The whole camp was in chaos.

"Look! There is someone there!" The Skinny Monkey suddenly pointed outside the camp and shouted. Then he seemed to think of something and waved his hand and shouted: "Help! We have a lot of supplies here. We will repay you for saving us. !"

"Yes! Save me, you saved me and I promised you everything." A pretty woman shouted.

"Save me and give you all my food." A ragged, yellow-faced man shouted.

"Save me! My father is XX! Then..."

"..."

When the other people in the camp heard the shouts of the skinny monkeys, they couldn’t help but screamed, and made many promises that they might or might not be able to do, as if the person in front of them could easily eliminate the two hundred who besieged them. More zombies.

A lonely figure stood outside the camp. It was the immature teenager. He looked up at the group of zombies outside the camp, and then looked back at his quiver. It seemed that he was calculating the possibility of destroying these zombies. Soon he shook his head and sighed. It was obvious that there was a big gap between the twenty-five arrows in his quiver and the group of more than two hundred zombies in front of him.

When the teenager shook his head and sighed, he suddenly felt that the wound on his left foot began to throbbing again. He pulled up his trousers and looked down. There was a blackened wound on his ankle, which was a bite mark, and then he was speechless. With a wry smile, he raised his head and looked at the zombie in front of him again, muttering:

"It doesn't make any difference between a bite and a few bites, right? Forget it! One last fight with these ugly things, maybe you will be a group in the future, today--maybe it's Ouyang Feng's last battle."

The young Ouyang Feng stretched out his hand to take off the longbow behind him, and then drew three arrows on the bow. In a flash, the three arrows left the string, immersing the heads of five zombies-yes, five, because Two arrows hit two zombies at the same time.

As Ouyang Feng's hand kept waving, the arrows came out like locusts. In an instant, more than 20 arrows were all shot into the air. He hung up the longbow and stooped to pick up a glass bottle on the ground. Throw it in the air, then smash it with a fist.

The entire camp became silent at this moment. Liu Qiang, holding a spear, looked down at the zombies with two heads nailed together by an arrow in front of him, and then turned to look at the more than forty people lying around the camp. The zombie murmured: "Could it be... he is the lunatic?"

A person's information came to his mind: "Madman" whose real name is Ouyang Feng, is the main member of the expedition team of the Green Island Survival Base, who is good at bows and arrows...

"Plap!" A clear sound of glass shattering awakened Liu Qiang. He escaped from his reputation and found that Ouyang Feng was retracting his fist, with his backhand drew a strangely shaped dagger from his waist, and he leaped forward. A zombie fell to the sky with a blood hole above his head.

Only then did Liu Qiang discover that Ouyang Feng's violent rapid shooting just now reduced the number of zombies besieging the camp by nearly one-fifth, and all the zombies killed were the zombies nearest to the camp.

Now only a dozen scattered zombies are still marching toward the camp, and the others are attracted by the crisp sound of Ouyang Feng breaking the glass bottle.

"Speed ​​solve these zombies, and then we copy from the back bread to kill those zombies!" Liu Qiang muttered in a low voice.

The two people around him looked at each other, but didn't move.

"Didn't you hear? I said hurry up..." Liu Qiang was a little anxious, but when he was about to repeat, he felt something on the back of his head.

"Liu Qiang! Just stay with me, knowing that you, a bad guy, will come across from behind? Do you want to call back the zombies to kill us all?"

The gun in Fatty Sun's hand was pointed at the back of Liu Qiang's head, and the corner of his eyes pointed at the young man who had already started fighting with the zombies and whispered, then he looked at the dozen zombies who were about to break through the camp wall, his eyes rolled:

"Skinny monkey! Take a few people and watch these zombies. You can't let them in. In addition, tell the people in the camp that they don't make any noise if they want to survive."

The skinny monkey nodded lightly and took a few people there...

After Liu Qiang heard what Fatty Sun said, he moved in his heart, and then he took his spear and stood up straight.

"What are you doing?" Fatty Sun was nervous.

"Humph! You don't go! I'll do it myself!" Liu Qiang snorted coldly.

"Dare you!" Fatty Sun pushed the gun forward.

"Haha! I don't know if I can recruit zombies in the past, but I know that as long as you shoot those zombies, you will shoot them." Liu Qiang glanced back at Fatty Sun contemptuously and then jumped. Under the wall, he ran towards the group of zombies who were besieging the young man without hesitation...

"Brother Qiang!" a young man in his twenties watched Liu Qiang leave, and he couldn't help but anxiously shouted.

"Shut up! If you want to go, just jump off, don't stand here and shout." Fatty Sun said with a grim look.

The young man stared blankly at Liu Qiang while he was running, clenched his fists tightly with both hands, his whole body trembled, but in the end, he let go of his fists and sat on the ground like a flat ball, crying silently. stand up.

At this time, the group of zombies besieging Ouyang Feng has been reduced by almost half, but Ouyang Feng's movements still maintained agility, quickly wandering among the group of zombies, the dagger flew up and down in his hands, and the zombies were constantly like wheat. Harvested by him.

"Ah! I can't hold on anymore, it's not what I expected. Isn't it true that no one will come out to help? If I die here, my plan will be over? There are too many zombies, and I must not be able to share them. "That's right." Ouyang Feng thought helplessly, and again waved his dagger to bring down the two zombies.

Liu Qiang finally arrived, and he was secretly shocked when he saw less than a hundred zombies in front of him. More than two hundred zombies were actually solved half by this boy with bows and daggers, but the current situation of this boy is definitely not optimistic.

Although it seems that he is interspersed among the zombies group, it seems that these zombies are not threatening to him, but as long as he is delayed by any one of the zombies for even half a second, the zombies that come up immediately will drown him directly. , He would not even have room to struggle, he would be torn to pieces directly.

Liu Qiang took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "Kill!" The spear in his hand pierced the head of a zombie in front of him with the back facing him, and then Liu Qiang continued to yell at the young man. Ran to the rear right.

As Liu Qiang ran and shouted, more and more zombies were attracted by Liu Qiang, and Ouyang Feng's pressure suddenly decreased, but Ouyang Feng looked at Liu Qiang who was surrounding him and the long line of zombies chasing behind him. , A smile appeared on his face suddenly, and then, the dagger in his hand swung even faster.

Liu Qiang feels that his steps are getting heavier and heavier. He is not a strengthener, just an ordinary person with a little stronger individual strength. The previous battles have consumed too much of his physical strength. He is only encouraging and supporting, because he knows As long as he stops, he will become food for the zombies behind.

"It's almost done? No! How long can I hold on for a while? Has that lunatic killed all the zombies surrounding him? Can he run away?" Liu Qiang thought while panting. Then, I don't know when he has stopped yelling because he really has no strength.

"Pump!" I didn't know what he was stepping on. Liu Qiang's legs softened and he fell on the ground. He used all his strength to turn himself over. Then, he saw a zombie leaping towards him, ferocious. His face grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness...