doomsday lamb

In the third year of the Cataclysm, it was May 20th.

After being besieged by a wave of corpses for four days, Jiazhou City was destroyed.

Chu Mingrui and Xinfeng led the remaining people to break out of the siege and retreated to Meishan.

After they reunited with Lang Hua, they retreated to Jinjiang together.

To the east of the Minjiang River, major bases in the Eastern Sichuan Basin have become isolated cities.

Like isolated islands in the ocean, separated by sea-like waves of corpses.

Fortunately, there were reinforcements sent by the Gu family from Liaodong during this period, so the city was not destroyed immediately.

After the Corpse King crossed the river, Chu Feng asked Gu Cheng to send a large army to Sichuan to prepare for emergencies.

Nowadays, a wave of zombies is besieging major bases, and 200,000 Gu family troops are arriving.

The two sides were extremely jealous as if they were enemies. They fought several battles in a few days with each other winning or losing, and temporarily curbed the offensive of the corpse tide.

Coincidentally, elite soldiers from the Southern Qi garrison also arrived.

On May 23rd, General Yang personally led 300,000 soldiers and horses into Bayu, and defeated the corpse king there in just one battle. After one day and one night, millions of black corpses were wiped out.

With the Gu family and Nan Qi setting an example, and under pressure from the Self-Administrative Committee, Zhao Shifeng had no choice but to agree to the Central Plains garrison's dispatch of troops to Bazhong to contain a wave of millions of corpses.

As a result, the number of troops participating in the war on the human side directly exceeded one million.

Except for Qinchuan, who was unable to send anyone because of the war with the Mongoose tribe, almost all the elites in the north were crowded into this land of abundance, which was less than 500 miles in radius.

It is said that there are also foreign forces involved in this battle. They call themselves the Illuminati. Most of their members are Western-looking. Although many of them are not high-ranking, they are very good at killing.

These people came with the Gu family army. They were strict in hierarchy and taciturn. They established a number of special teams to carry out difficult combat missions.

Under the entrustment of Lu Feng, they also assigned a team to travel between major battlefields, responsible for opening roads and transporting supplies. Ordinary corpses were no match at all.

As a result, the battlefield pattern of this southern Sichuan war has basically taken shape.

Corpses bloomed in places such as Longchang, Luzhou, Feilong Gorge, etc., and all moved towards Jincheng in unison.

The human troops also set up formations on the marching route of these guys, determined to fight them to the end.

Millions of evolved people faced off against tens of millions of corpses, and the human side deployed all the weapons and equipment they could.

There have never been so many planes and airdrops in the sky as there are today.

Metal chariots and tanks rolled over the cratered land, along with the remains of dead humans and black corpses.

Bullets were whistling, fires were burning, and the black horses and barbed wires were dripping blood into the soil in the pattering rain.

The black corpses were lying on the barbed wire fence, trying to grab a piece of fresh flesh and blood with their slender nails.

The soldiers lay down in front of the trench and swung the swords and axes with all their strength.

Millions versus tens of millions, this battle has been intense since the beginning.

A war between two races and two species makes no sense.

There is no third option between relentless opponents.

There is only death, or kill the opponent before death!

Three days later, a human city in Yubei was breached, and no one could leave alive.

Five days later, the coalition forces wiped out a group of one million corpses in the wild and chopped off the head of the leading corpse king on the spot!

A week later, the Longquanyi front line finally collapsed under the attack of three waves of millions of corpses.

Three million black corpses flooded the fleeing crowd like a tide,

Then they circled the river valley and rushed towards Jincheng along the destroyed road!

Jincheng is the human race's base camp in the Tianfu garrison area.

Between Jincheng and the zombie tide is the last line of defense built on the beltway.

There are 200,000 of the most elite troops in Jincheng gathered here, and almost every commander and fighter in the army is a native of Tianfu.

Lang Hua is also in this army at the moment.

This place is only more than twenty miles away from the Jincheng base, and for a fifth-level ability user, it only takes more than half an hour's journey.

Lang Hua thought of Yang Xiaoxiao who was in Molou at the moment, but had no chance to take a look.

He understood that once Jincheng was lost, the Super Corpse King would definitely capture the entire Tianfu and build this place into the base camp for the Corpse Clan to manage the north.

Now this is no longer a simple war, it is a battle of revenge for the human race, and it is also a battle for the destiny of the two races.

At this moment, on the homepage of the Federation Instant Forum, countless people are paying close attention to this war.

Everyone from other continents with different skin colors and different languages ​​also understands this truth.

If a super zombie king is allowed to develop, the Blue Star human race will face consequences that are even more serious than a tide of 100 million zombies.

A super zombie king entrenched in the south of the Yangtze River may only be able to cause harm to the whole country.

If a super zombie king appears in the East Y area, then his target will be the entire world!

…

In the third year of the Cataclysm, it was May 29th.

On the front line of Shishan Interchange, the people guarding the area had just repelled an attack by a zombie wave.

It is the first time for many people here to fight against the zombie tide.

Before this, they had never even heard of a black corpse that "could retreat".

In their impression, black corpses are beasts that rush forward without knowing why they retreat.

They will crowd in front of a narrow position and attack stupidly. After a group of them are slaughtered by people, the others behind them will attack.

But now the black zombies seem to be much smarter in learning. They will cooperate with different zombie types to fight, and will take advantage of the gaps when people hide behind obstacles to launch attacks.

With a wave of slime rain and a wave of poison sting, a group of black corpses will attack the front line in less than ten minutes.

The coalition forces suffered heavy losses as a result, and people suffered heavy casualties in hand-to-hand battles with the corpses.

At the edge of the low trench, a boy slowly stood up holding a dark sandbag.

He raised his head, and the cold rain fell from the sky, wetting his cheeks that were covered in mud.

Rain mixed with mud and blood flowed from the wound on the top of his head to his chin.

It felt a little cold and a little painful. The boy clenched his fist slightly, but there was a sticky and greasy feeling in the palm of his right hand.

Looking down, I saw in my hands was muddy water squeezed out of the sandbags. It was dark and slightly dark red.

He looked around, and there was a helmet at his feet that had been flattened by a blunt object, as well as several people wearing the same uniform as himself.

Turning his eyes to one side, he saw a grinning head with gray eyes and a face full of highly rotten flesh hanging on the barbed wire fence!

The boy was so frightened that he stumbled and fell to the ground. The splashing mud water splashed all over his body again.

He remembered who he was.

His name is Xiaofeng, and he is a private who belongs to the newly formed 20th Brigade that guards the front line of Shishan Interchange.

The second before he fainted, he still remembered that a black corpse grabbed his sleeve. It was Old Uncle Lei who desperately pulled him away, and Brother Daqing killed that guy with a knife.

Then there are dot-shaped black shadows that cover the sky and the sun, and the "whooshing" sound produced when the black shadow breaks through the air at high speed.

"Stone……"

This was the last thought that came to Xiaofeng's head before he was knocked unconscious.

But since he was Xiaofeng who was knocked unconscious, then the person lying at his feet...

When Xiaofeng thought of this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"咻咻咻——"

There seemed to be a new whistle in the air.

But at this moment, the buzzing in his ears had not dissipated, and he could not hear clearly at all.

The next moment, he was pushed away by a strong force, and the sound of arrows piercing the air came in an instant.

Xiaofeng felt a warm body pressing against him. He didn't know who it was, but he vaguely heard a muffled groan from the other party.

After half a minute, the whistling gradually stopped.

The man turned over, stood up with his shield in one hand, pulled himself up at the same time, and shouted to himself:

"Xiaofeng! You, mother, don't want to live anymore?!"

He finally recognized the person in front of him, the captain of his squadron - Alan.

It was the blue team who saved him in this rain of poisonous stings. If it weren't for him, he might have died.

"Blue team, I..."

Ah Lan covered a wound on his body with one hand and cursed:

"You kid! I'll settle the accounts with you after this fight is over! Where's Daqing? Where's your squad leader?"

As soon as he finished saying this, even he himself was stunned.

After the rain of arrows, the entire position was quiet, and even a few wails could not be heard.

The next moment Xiaofeng started sobbing: "Daqing... Brother Daqing is dead, they are all dead!"

"What? All dead?" Alan climbed onto the trench on his hands and knees and shouted around, "Is there anyone alive? Third Squadron! Is there anyone alive?"

"Blue team, I'm here."

"Here's one, give me a hand."

"Blue team..."

There were very few responders on the entire front.

Alan felt a chill in his heart as he limped and turned over every human body lying in the mud.

"Brother, wake up." "Brother?"

A few minutes later, he returned to Xiaofeng and sat down,

Subconsciously asked: "Is there any cigarette?"

After he finished speaking, he remembered that the person sitting next to him was a young boy, so he could only wave his hands and said, "Forget it, it's all in vain for you to ask."

Unexpectedly, a moment later, Xiaofeng handed over a crumpled cigarette with dirty hands.

"Where did it come from?" Alan asked.

"Uncle Lei gave it to me before." The boy answered honestly.

"This old smoker is really harmful to people."

Alan sneered, bit one end of the cigarette, touched his pocket, and asked Xiaofeng, "Hey, is there a fire?"

Naturally, there was no such luxury item as a lighter. The two men had eight pockets, but in the end only a box of matches was found.

A cardboard box is half a finger long, and there are only three matches in it.

But in this rainy weather, these matches couldn't be struck.

"Damn, this weather."

Alan shivered and broke the last match, angrily throwing the match head and carton into the muddy water.

He wanted to throw the cigarette away, but his raised right hand hung in the air for a long time, but he didn't throw it away in the end.

Alan put the cigarette in front of his nose and took a deep breath, then turned to ask Xiaofeng: "Have you ever smoked it?"

"I haven't smoked it before," Xiaofeng replied honestly.

"I knew you hadn't smoked it before." Alan smiled and pushed the cigarette back, "Smell it, it's the same thing."

While Xiaofeng was smelling the cigarette, Alan had already gathered everyone who was still alive here.

There were only about 80 people left in the hunting squadron of a thousand people.

The squadrons guarding Shishan next door with them probably won't be in much better shape either.

According to the instructions from the headquarters before arriving, they had to hold on for at least two more hours before additional troops arrived.

Eighty people, two hours, it sounded like a joke to Alan himself.

"Collect all available ammunition and wait until the black corpse approaches before shooting."

"Okay, let's disperse now. Everyone is piled together, be careful not to be beaten into a pulp by those guys with stones."

"yes!"

After a simple deployment, Alan took Xiaofeng back to the machine gun position.

After fighting with the zombies for a long time, they also figured out the opponent's path.

Alan looked at his watch and said, "The corpses will probably come up in one minute. Xiaofeng, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid." Xiaofeng replied through gritted teeth.

The cold wave has not passed long, and the rain now is bitingly cold.

Alan trembled and patted the other party's shoulder, praising: "Good job!"

He forced a smile and continued: "Boy, you are lucky, now you are the squad leader."

The other party looked confused: "Isn't the captain Brother Daqing?"

After saying this, he remembered that Daqing was dead, so he lowered his head and began to sob.

Alan held his shoulders with both hands and scolded him with a dark face: "Why are you crying? There are no crying cowards in the Third Squadron!

What happened after Daqing died? Are there still few people who died in the last three years? Remember, if Daqing dies, you will be the squad leader, and if I die, you will be the squadron leader.

Even if you are the only one left, I don’t want you to cry, I want you to pick up the gun, pick up the knife, and fight those ugly guys like a man!”

Such words really made Xiaofeng stop crying and raise his head.

Alan looked at the other person's face, looking at the dirty face with tear stains, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

If it hadn't been for this disaster, my child would have been this old.

Alan's voice suddenly became softer when he thought of this.

He said: "Go forward bravely and never forget your duty. Xiaofeng, do you understand?"

"Ming...understand."

Looking at the boy's confused look, Alan didn't know whether the boy understood or not.

He saw some scattered black shadows appearing in the distance, so he patted Xiaofeng on the shoulder and said:

"Everyone, take your place, the corpses are coming."

As soon as the Black Corpse entered the shooting range, the machine gun position opened fire first.

The metal torrent composed of bullets is like a scythe, harvesting the lives of the black corpses in the wilderness.

At a high rate of fire, the barrel of the machine gun quickly turned red and smoked. Alan could only stop shooting and replace the barrel.

Scattered gunshots came from nearby, letting Alan know that the team members were still alive.

Similarly, the sound of machine guns is also evidence that squadron leader Alan is still alive.

After the barrel replacement was completed, Xiaofeng moved in a new magazine box. This box contained two hundred rounds of machine gun bullets, which was not enough for Alan to shoot for three minutes.

Xiaofeng had the best eyesight among these people. He saw a strange dark cloud appear in the sky at the right time and hurriedly blew the military whistle.

"咻咻——"

A sharp whistle sounded instantly, which was the warning sound of sting rain and slime rain.

Everyone was busy looking for a place to hide.

Alan also wanted to drag the heavy machine gun into the trench to hide.

But as soon as he exerted force, he suddenly felt the world spinning, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow" sound.

Xiaofeng was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly dropped the ammunition box and went to help the man.

But the slime rain was coming, and he only had time to drag Alan away.

As soon as the two of them entered the bunker, balls of yellow-green corrosive slime fell on the position with a "plop" and "plop".

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A ball of mucus happened to land on a dead man. Xiaofeng watched helplessly as the flesh on the man's face was completely corroded in a few seconds, and then the white bones were exposed.

He resisted the urge to vomit, turned around and asked, "Blue team, what's wrong with you?"

Alan's face looked extremely pale at this time.

He pointed feebly at his stomach. Xiaofeng lifted up his clothes and saw a black arrow wound on the right side of his abdomen.

Around the wound, black marks covered half of Alan's body like a spider web.

Xiaofeng instantly understood that this was because the blue team had been hit by a poisonous stinger when they rescued him.

None of them are ability users and have no resistance to the spore corpse poison attached to the bone spurs.

As long as he is hit by an arrow, the result is death.

The tremor produced when operating the machine gun only accelerated this process.

Xiaofeng wanted to cry, but he opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Alan saw him, patted his face, and said with difficulty: "Go forward... courageously, and don't forget your duty. Do you understand?"

The sting rain passed quickly, and the sound of artillery shells falling to the ground was heard again in front of the position.

This is the human race's counterattack. With this round of bombardment, the first wave of zombies should be able to survive.

After the shelling, people got out of the trenches one after another, and sparse gunshots were heard from all over the position.

The black corpses who survived the gunfire were knocked down one after another.

After the last gunshot, people huddled in the damp and cold trenches, Xiaofeng guarded Ah Lan, who was huddled up, and the entire position fell into silence amidst the sound of rain.

Everyone knows that the number of black corpses in the first wave of zombies is not large, and it is only a prelude at best.

Just like people figured out the path of the corpse horde, in the several-day battle, the corpse horde also figured out the path of the human defenders.

They have become so smart that they have learned to use the first wave of zombies to consume human cannonballs.

But despite this, the human race did not dare to let go of this cannon.

Without artillery support, they would not be able to stop even the first wave of attacks.

One charge and two rounds of artillery support were the limit of what the command headquarters could do.

Soon, a new wave of corpses arrived.

After a swarm bombardment of poisonous slime, thousands of new black corpses appeared.

It was raining lightly in the sky. Behind the entire beltway defense line, 1,286 heavy artillery pieces were lined up in a row and fired in unison. Corpses came in like a tidal wave amid the hail of bullets.

There are no more machine guns. In the last slime rain attack, the last heavy machine gun of the third squadron had been scrapped.

But it doesn't matter if it's there or not, the Black Corpse is close at hand, and its user, Captain Alan, is also dying.

Seeing the black corpse getting closer and closer, Xiaofeng subconsciously tightened his grip on the gun handle.

At this moment, he thought in his heart: He cannot let the corpses rush through the defense line, he must not let the corpses rush through the defense line!

Until this moment, he had never thought about retreat or escape in his young mind.

Just because behind this line of defense is his hometown, the home he shares with everyone present, dead or alive!

A voice shouted in Xiaofeng's heart: I would rather be torn to pieces by the black corpse in front of the battle line than watch the black corpse wade through the battle line! Go forward bravely. Go forward bravely!

At this time, squadron leader Alan slowly opened his eyes.

He refused Xiaofeng's help and stood up alone.

He climbed out of the trench like a flashback, holding high the banner of the Tianfu Army,

Looking at everyone in the trench, they let out a deafening roar:

"Chasseur 3 Squadron, charge!"

Everyone jumped out of the trenches, including Xiaofeng,

They all roared angrily and launched a countercharge towards the boundless tide of corpses.

"Charge!" "Kill!" "Fight to the end!"

More than eighty men rushed toward the corpses like they were about to die, and their shouts of killing resounded through the sky.

Behind the people, the man watched all this, suddenly vomited blood, and fell straight down.

The wind and rain in the wilderness are still there,

Only a blood-stained battle flag stood beside him, fluttering in the wind.