Apocalyptic Dark Age

A Terminator general flew from the mountain defense line not far away. The route of this general's flight was weird and twists and turns. No one knew which direction he was going to fly. He was dangling around like a drunkard who couldn't find his way. , suddenly, the jetpack behind the Terminator general stalled, causing him to plummet. The direction of his fall was tens of thousands of refugees waiting for their fate.

Amidst the panicked screams, the general smashed into the crowd, rolled and knocked away more than ten people, and finally stopped. Only then did people realize that the general had torn a huge gap from his left shoulder to his right leg. The wounds, the solid cracks in the armor were mixed with the rolled flesh, and the broken bones could be vaguely seen.

What a tragic battle this was, which made the world's top warrior so injured. What's even more chilling is that the general is not dead yet. He is twitching. The blood from the wound is gushing out like a fountain. In a short time, more than ten people are injured. The powerful armed men rushed into the crowd and found the general, but unfortunately the general had breathed his last.

Countless deafening roars came from above their heads again. People looked up and saw hundreds of old and mottled heavy-duty locomotives of different models. Sitting on the locomotives were despicable and inferior people. These deformed and weird people were despised by people. The inferior man suggested with a look on his face and scorching eyes. He drove a heavy motorcycle and rushed towards the defensive position without hesitation.

When the last locomotive was blocked by the rocks of the defensive position, dazzling rays of light illuminated the already fiery red front. People didn't know what was happening, and some confidence arose in their hearts. Maybe this mysterious The forces hide deadly and powerful weapons.

Not long after, the roar of the locomotive came again, with only two or three scattered sounds. Several heavy-duty motorcycles, emitting black smoke and undulating, jumped into people's sight again. The inferior people on them had grief-stricken faces, and there were still some traces of... More or less scars, when they returned to the starting point, no new heavy riders appeared again. At this time, the crowd was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"We need support, people who can deliver ammunition, people who can operate machine guns, people who know how to treat and care for people, people who can pick up and transport the wounded..."

Chen Xuanhuan stood in front of the endless crowd, with only two inferior men who could not be considered tough. The tweeter in his hand blasted out his shouts again and again. The crowd pointed by the speaker remained silent, as if they could not move. woods.

Amid Chen Xiansignal's call, the former Northern Army soldiers crawling out of the pile of corpses secretly lowered their heads. Some even took off their broken military uniforms, and more people recalled the Terminator general who died of serious injuries and set out to cover the clouds. The sun was blocked, and the heavy cavalry who returned to fight also lowered their heads.

"I know how to use a machine gun. I learned it when I went to the army to provide condolences. I fired more than ten artillery shells..."

When all the men bowed their heads, someone stood up. If Chen Xinglang were here, he would definitely blow a loud whistle. That was the female natural enemy he had just recognized, the super beauty star He Mengya. He Mengya stood alone. Among the thousands of people, he stood out like a chicken.

"Come here, count you in..."

Chen Xianghuan was filled with disappointment, feeling that Ou Ya was still fighting in the herd. If Ou Ya was more cruel, he would not need to care about the lives and deaths of these beasts. Unfortunately, Ou Ya even got himself into trouble, just to save such a group of guys.

"I am from the First Division of the Northern Army. I know all kinds of weapons..."

A ragged soldier stood up. He was about thirty years old and only had the rank of sergeant. He was generally the soul of the army's grassroots units. They had rich experience. Each of them was an all-rounder and the most powerful in combat. A group of people.

"Stand up and count yourself as one..."

Chen Xuanhuan did not show any joy. One-third of the 480 fortresses had fallen, and the reserve team had suffered all casualties. One or two additions were useless.

“I’m a surgeon, and I carry a micro-surgery kit….”

Someone stood up again, also a woman, holding tools that she had never thrown away even when she was fleeing. Chen Xuanxuan shook his head and asked her to stand up. At this time, more than ten men stood up together, wearing fancy clothes. There are various metal rings hanging on the clothes, ears, nose, and lips, and the hair is dyed like a pheasant. At a glance, you can tell that they belong to the lowest level of society members. The situation was chaotic just now, so they rushed in with the crowd. , in normal times, even if they died outside, Chen Xinxiang would not let them get close to here.

"We know a little bit about everything and are not proficient in anything. We will do whatever you ask us to do..."

The leader had a coquettish appearance, and it was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl. His eyes were evil, and his speech was even more strange. When he said something strange, it always felt weird.

"Okay, everyone come here..."

Chen Xianghuan suddenly became happy and did whatever he was told. What an honest group of people they were? Needless to say, we will all send them to the front line later and pull them to death.

Many people saw that the gangsters they usually looked down on the most had signed up, and they felt extremely ashamed. Suddenly hundreds of people stood up and reported their expertise, including mechanics, doctors, nurses, and able-bodied people. Worker.

Naturally, Chen Xianghuan had one of his own, even if he didn't know anything, he could still send artillery shells. Soon the defeated soldiers could no longer hide themselves. Under the contemptuous eyes of the men and women standing around, they also raised their heads. In half an hour, Chen Xianghuan pulled out one battalion of regular troops, two battalions of coolies, and two companies of battlefield rescue teams. By the way, he also got hundreds of mechanics, all of whom could repair equipment and even People who make ammunition.

The battle line has been shaken by the wind and rain, like a sapling in a violent storm, in danger of breaking at any time. Liu Yi can no longer feel the existence of his arms. He controlled the machine gun for a long time and fired, causing all the bones in his body to be shaken loose. Chen Xinglang was even more unbearable. Running back and forth delivering ammunition made him unable to stand firmly, his lips were blistered, and his throat was as dry as a desert.

The situation on the battlefield is even more dangerous than before. The mountain of corpses in front of the shooting hole has blocked Ouya's persistence. Countless monsters must first climb up the pile of corpses and then rush down. The rugged pile of corpses has collapsed into With human help, it can slightly hinder the monster's progress.

The strafing bullets were like harvesting scythes, repeatedly sweeping over the squirming monsters in the pile of corpses, but they still could not stop the monsters from advancing. All monsters are lunatics without fear. As long as they are not dead, they will continue to attack. Attack until you're completely down.

"There is no ammunition, go and get it..."

Liu Yi had no strength to roar anymore, and his hoarse voice had to be forced out of his throat. Chen Xinglang showed a wry smile on his dark face, shook his head and said:

"The ammunition at the storage point is gone. We have to go two kilometers away to get it. If I go, you will die here..."

"If you don't go, I won't die?"

Liu Yi shook the kettle, but not a drop of water came out, so he threw it away and asked strangely.

"Yes, you will die miserably, so I will kill you before you are eaten..."

The bitter smile on Chen Xinglang's face never disappeared, and he patted the pistol on his waist. Liu Yi was lifeless and sighed.

"To be honest, I've always disliked you. You were obviously the last one to join. Why should you blame me? Now I know."

"Don't be so sensational. I went to the back to wait to die, but here I died in battle. The difference is huge..."

Chen Xinglang ignored Liu Yi's words. At this moment, a cold and dangerous voice suddenly came from outside:

"Why didn't you fire? Are you waiting to be shot?"

While he was talking, a one-eyed man walked in. The man's face was sinister and exuded an extremely dangerous aura. The remaining one eye was as sharp as a thorn. Once he looked at each other, it would hurt his eyes. Seeing this man, no matter it was Both Liu Yi and Chen Xinglang stood up at attention, their legs trembling slightly.

"Come..., Colonel, we have no more shells..."

Chen Xinglang was a little more agile and reacted faster than Liu Yi. He quickly gave the reason and threw the heavy drum on Chen Xinglang's chest. He heard a roar like a volcano erupting:

"Now that we have it, you two idiots shoot immediately, or I will stuff the shells into your buttholes..."