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Outside Seoul is an endless open space.

At first glance, it was just overgrown with weeds.

"Boom -"

Suddenly, the earth seemed to tremble, and the muffled sound came closer and closer, accompanied by bursts of harsh screams cutting through the sky.

In the position, everyone subconsciously squeezed the guns in their hands, and their knuckles had become faintly pale because of too much force.

They knew that the zombies were coming.

At this moment, only the cold firearms in their hands can bring them the heat and sense of security.

A strand of black appeared on the horizon in the distance, and then the strand of black became thicker and thicker, until it seemed as if the tide was boundless, like a huge wave about to swallow the world.

In this huge wave, Seoul, a big city with millions of people, seemed so small and insignificant at this time.

A wave of black corpses swarmed in from all directions, and the dust swept across the sky, and even the most humble weeds were crushed into dust wherever the corpse wave passed.

The zombies are getting closer and closer, entering the range of the cannonball.

"hit!"

Chen Xiaoze was armed and shouted sharply.

The artillery that had been prepared for a long time moved, filled and fired, and the whole action was done in one go.

There is no need to adjust the trajectory at this time, because where the muzzle is directed, enemies are everywhere.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Hundreds of shells at the same time fell into the tide of corpses like a sky full of fireworks, cutting through dark clouds, and as the explosion sounded, the flames swallowed everything.

The low-level zombies were directly torn apart by the shells, their stomachs pierced, and their stumps flew across.

But the zombies behind quickly came up again, commanded by the Zombie King, these low-level zombies with no brains didn't even know what fear was.

They only obey orders mechanically, there is no formation, no leader, they just need to rush forward and rush in to kill everyone.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

"Boom boom boom boom—"

The shelling continued. Facing the endless zombies, the cannons of the Sixth Regiment seemed so insignificant at this time.

After several consecutive rounds of shelling out of more than 1,000 shells, the zombies have gotten closer and entered the shooting range of the gun.

"Boom! Boom!"

The landmines buried in advance began to explode to slow down the impact speed of the zombies. What they need to do is not to destroy the zombies, and they do not have this ability.

All they need to do is to try their best to survive the arrival of reinforcements and retain the maximum survival rate.

"Da da da da da—"

Thousands of machine guns took the lead in pulling the trigger, and fire dragons flew out from the muzzle, and the palm-length bullets directly swept the zombies in front of them.

"Grass your grandma's dog zombies, I don't believe you have a few more than I!"

A middle-aged man with a big beard yelled angrily, stood up with a light machine gun and swept wildly.

"Kangkangkangkang..."

"Da da da da da da da da -"

"Fight! Don't save bullets, fight hard!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

All kinds of firearms, from standard machine guns to self-made earth guns for self-defense, are constantly firing at this moment.

Their only advantage is the weapons in their hands.

Once the zombies rush to the battlefield, their only advantage is gone. Fighting with the zombies is tantamount to using human lives to delay time.

So what they can do now is to seize the time to use hot weapons to shoot zombies as much as possible, so that they will be less stressed when they are in close combat for a while.

Under the attack of the thermal weapon, the zombies that rushed in the front kept falling down, but the ones behind were quickly made up. Every time a zombie fell, the tide of corpses could push forward.

What's more, not every bullet can be hit.

The fingers were numb when they pulled the trigger, but the zombies in the distance got closer and closer, as if they could never be killed, making everyone feel desperate.

Ten minutes later, the zombies were about to rush up.

"The brothers of the six regiments are Seoul behind them. They are millions of people. It is natural and righteous to serve as soldiers and eat food. You must do your loyal duty to protect your family and the country. The battlefield is the Seventh District Haoerlang. Today, the zombies will not retreat, and Chen Xiaoze will not retreat. !"

Chen Xiaoze's eyes were cold and he roared hoarse, the command knife in his hand had already been out of its sheath, and the glowing silver light looked so dazzling in Seoul, covered with dark clouds.

"Brothers, kill the enemy with me!!!"

His voice fell, and he jumped out of the position first, waving a knife and roaring at the zombies.

Facing Taotao's corpse tide, he did not hesitate, just to be worthy of the military uniform on his body, worthy of the epaulettes on his shoulders, and worthy of the people of Seoul behind him.

At this moment, what is on his shoulders is not only a symbol of power, but also the responsibility of defending the country and the people.

"Kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

The sixth regiment is a strengthening regiment. The entire regiment plus cooking soldiers, clerks, and more than three thousand five hundred people are like Chen Xiaoze at this time. Following his order, the entire regiment did not hesitate and charged with a rifle equipped with a multi-function bayonet. Out of the battlefield, facing the zombies.

They may not have thought as much as Chen Xiaoze. For them, following the commander's rush, the moment the enemy rushes up, they have formed instinct.

No matter who or how many people they face, as long as they don't receive an order to retreat, they will only rush forward until they die.

"Made, I always thought I was calm, but I was suddenly enthusiastic about it, brother, let's rush!"

Meng Hai looked at the roaring military uniformed men, pursed his lips, already clenched the prepared machete tightly, and was eager to try.

"Nonsense, can the garrison do all the things that pretend to show up?" Cao Tian laughed.

Meng Hai took out a small copper mirror from his arms.

Cao Tian was stunned: "When is it all, Nima didn't forget to look in the mirror and sort out her remains."

"Appreciate my hairstyle, maybe it's the last time I saw it." Meng Hai grinned, then put the mirror into his arms.

Cao Tian was silent, and then said for a while: "I found out today that your head is very handsome."

As he spoke, he stood up with the knife in his hand.

"That has to be dripped." Meng Hai shook his hairstyle, and then rushed out without waiting for Cao Tian's order, while yelling: "Zombie of the grass mud horse, you dad I never lost in a fight in the village, I will be afraid of you ?"

"Fuck, ignoring the organization and discipline, I have to punish you when I turn around." Cao Tian exploded and rushed out.

"That has to wait until I'm alive."

"Then you step on a horse to live for Lao Tzu!"

More than 2,000 people from the Seoul Public Security Department rushed together, which looked rather spectacular.

The ruffian bandits on Haitang Street were even more panicked, holding various weird weapons in their hands and swarming upwards, full of ferocity.

The tens of thousands of people in Seoul who voluntarily go to the front line are the biggest force. They do not have uniform clothing or weapons, but they have a unified goal.

That's fucking, turning over the zombies to save wives and children.

Wang Hao, a little **** on Haitang Street who had been in love with Su Xun, wielded a steel knife in the crowd, just like Erha who has been in the wolves, his face pale in fright.

What he thought at first was to run by himself when fighting in close combat.

After all, in his opinion, most of the heavens and the earth are not as dead as their own, and being able to come out and shoot two shots is considered to be his conscience.

But just now he saw everyone rushing, and his blood boiled over. As soon as his head rushed, the blood rushed down, and now he couldn't retreat.

"The dog zombies on the grass and mud horses were all forced by you, I have fought with you!"

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