Apocalyptic starship

"Ah... you... who are you?"

An unshaven man in the house held a child of about five or six years old and asked in horror. The image of a robot with red eyes that came in with a gun was really not good, but after all, robots are much better than those zombies. The man thought it was the country. The zombie-killing robot built by scientific and technical personnel, the combat robot looked at the two human survivors, one big and one small. The child's head was buried in the man's arms and his whole body was trembling. It should be a father-son relationship, suffering from malnutrition for a long time. It is not very good for the little boy to develop. In addition to the common supplies of farmers, the room only contains some crops.

"We're here to save you."

Before the man showed his smile.

"But the current situation is not very good and maybe everyone will die. In this case, you have to do something."

The other three combat robots were firing fiercely at the zombies climbing on the house. The combat robot talking to the father and son took out a pistol and handed it to the man.

"Can you use it? There are twenty bullets in the magazine."

"I...no...can! I can use it! I will definitely kill those zombies with you!"

The man wanted to say that he couldn't use it, but after thinking about the movies, it was very simple to just aim at the target and fire. He simply gritted his teeth and nodded and said that he knew how to use it, just like playing with a toy. However, the next words of the combat robot made the man fall directly. Enter the ice cave.

"No need for your help. Remember, if we all fall, you will use this pistol to kill your son and yourself. Believe me, this will save you a lot of unnecessary pain."

"…………"

The man with his mouth wide open couldn't say a word. He could only watch helplessly as the robot put the pistol into his hand, then turned around and fired at the zombies with the big gun. Every time the flames jumped from the gun's muzzle, it illuminated the metal-filled eyes of these robots. With a textured mechanical face, the shells kept falling to the ground with smoke marks. Looking at the pistol in his hand, the man took a deep breath and tremblingly pointed the muzzle of the pistol at the back of the head of his son who was lying in his arms...

Chuchuchu! The combat robot talking to the father and son shot three times at the window gap!

"Ah wu..."

A licker outside the window had his neck broken and fell backwards to the ground. He was quickly pounced on and torn into pieces by other zombies and eaten. There are still nearly four minutes until rescue arrives, but in just over a minute, The four combat robots fired 50% of the bullets they carried. I don’t know what happened, but there are more and more zombies outside!

The unexpected situation here quickly attracted the attention of other mechanical armies. Death Scorpion quickly took a transport plane and set off to the site of the incident. After thinking for a while, Rubik's Cube ordered two fighter planes to take off to support.

Xiaorou and other young scientists saw a fighter plane taking off for the first time.

The fighter plane uses vertical take-off and landing. Several engines, large and small, spray out blue flames. The fighter plane easily lifts off. After reaching a certain height, it retracts its two landing gears, turns around, and accelerates towards the scene of the incident. Xiao Rou, Jiang Lao and others People were amazed by the excellent vertical take-off and landing capabilities of the two fighters.

In addition, there are more than ten civet helicopters and high-altitude drones carrying missiles and bombs to support. Rubik's Cube even suspects that this may be a trap set by those damn zombies for revenge, in order to trap and kill a few Since the war broke out between combat robots and zombies, combat robots have sent countless zombies to the burning mountains of corpses and turned them into black ashes. This kind of hatred cannot be solved with a few words.

In the sky above the accident site in the mountains, the civet helicopters fired wildly at the zombies that were pouring out of the ground. When the missiles were gone, they fired with machine guns. The front of the farmhouse was almost paved with blood, but even so, there were still many zombies crawling out of the holes. Come out and rush to the house.

In the room, four combat robots fired at the outside of the house from four directions, while the father and son were protected in the middle.

The little boy in his father's arms trembled and raised his head, just in time to see a combat robot stabbing the zombies crawling outside the house with a bayonet.

"Dad, who are they? Are they robots?"

"Yes... they are saving us. Be good, baby. We will go out soon. Then the baby will have many children and lots of delicious food."

"Well, robots are the most powerful. In the cartoons I've seen, they always kill all kinds of bad guys and monsters to protect their homes."

The little boy looked at the combat robot that was firing with bright eyes. His little hands clenched his fists excitedly. His body was not trembling as much as before. Maybe it was because there were too many scenes in cartoons where various villains were defeated, which made the little boy believe that justice will prevail. , the father forced a smile, and lowered and raised the hand holding the pistol behind the boy's back. No father is willing to kill his child with his own hands...

"I'm out of bullets, are you okay?"

The tanuki helicopter in the sky asked with a wry smile.

"We are almost out of bullets. Fire can't produce bullets fast enough. We are still two minutes away from the fastest rescue."

"I'm out of magazine!"

A combat robot has all its magazines empty.

"Here, my last magazine."

Another combat robot threw the only remaining magazine to the combat robot that had run out of bullets. He took out a grenade and threw it out between firing. At this time, the house was already riddled with zombies and bullets, and the grenade was riddled with holes. Fly out from the gap and fall into the zombies in the backyard.

boom! A pile of mutilated corpses flew into the sky.

The combat robot, which was low on bullets, began to throw grenades out of the window continuously. The continuous explosions successfully delayed for a minute, but the bullets quickly ran out after the grenades were thrown away.

Click! The last magazine was empty, and the first combat robot without bullets appeared. Although the bullets were gone, the bayonet was still there. Without saying a word, this combat robot stabbed the licker who was tearing away the wooden board on the window with the bayonet. He successfully killed him by opening a large hole in his head with a bayonet, followed by a series of forward stabs.

The other three combat robots also emptied their magazines and started bayonet fighting. After a while, their whole bodies were dyed black and red!

Slowly, the windows and doors were torn apart, and more and more zombies entered the house. The space of the four combat robots was gradually compressed, and finally they were almost stuck to the father and son. The father holding his son had an illusion. What you feel on the backs of these robots is not the ruthless coldness of metal but an indescribable warmth, an inexplicable sense of security...

In the sky, five civet helicopter combat groups had seen the farmhouse covered in black and red blood and the anxious civet helicopter.

puff! A combat robot thrust its bayonet into a licker's neck!

Unexpectedly, the licker desperately grabbed the gun with both hands to prevent the combat robot from pulling out the bayonet, regardless of life and death. In this short moment, the two lickers next to him grabbed the combat robot's mechanical arm and pulled it into the zombie group... …