Doomsday Super Merchant

Chapter 138 Remains

Under the endless starry sky, in the city shrouded in darkness, the high-rise buildings are like towering monsters, and the dark streets are like open mouths, swallowing up everything in the darkness. On the streets, abandoned cars

, like a group of black shadows lurking on the street. Scattered zombies wandered past the street in the dark night, their cold eyes flashed with a faint yellow light, turned a corner, and disappeared into the dark night.

In the past, the pearl in the wasteland represented the prosperous city in the wasteland. Now it is lifeless, with only the occasional "woo" sound, and the rest is silent.

In the huge shelter in the south of Qingyuan City, the emergency lights were on, illuminating the huge underground shelter. Hundreds of skinny soldiers were sitting numbly and confused in the hall of the shelter. Some people held their heads and held their heads.

The head was buried deep between the legs; some people leaned against the wall; some people just lay on the ground. If it weren't for the occasional painful groan, no one would believe that this soldier was still alive.

The air inside the shelter was very turbid. The soldiers, who had not taken a shower or had a good rest for twenty days, were filthy and looked like beggars.

In the silent shelter, a howl suddenly rang out, but the soldiers sitting and lying down did not even glance at the place where the howl came from. In twenty days, such screams were heard.

It's happening every moment, from panic, to dullness, to numbness. No one living here pays attention to this anymore.

No one would have thought that when the 4,000 soldiers from the Administration entered the southern shelter to carry supplies, hundreds of them would survive to this day.

First they faced a sea of ​​zombies, and then during the resistance, they were killed one by one by the zombies. Thousands of people who survived decisively entered the shelter and closed the door of the shelter, thus escaping.

Zombies attack like a flood.

I originally thought I could escape the zombie attack this way, but one day, two days, and a week passed, and there was almost no sign of the zombies leaving. Relying on the heavy door, the zombies had no way to get in. Although the life inside was very crazy, at least

able to survive.

The shelter is a self-contained living area. It has water, generators, and a large amount of food reserves. Although more than a thousand people are many, the food reserves are enough to last a year. In terms of food, it is

There’s no need to worry. The idea that many people hold is that the worst possible outcome is that they will be jailed and stay here for a year. Then maybe the zombies outside will leave, or the city will be taken over by humans.

But after the eleventh day, a huge banging sound was heard from the originally unbreakable door.

Just a moment later, the entire door was cracked in many places, and cement slag suddenly fell down.

The surviving soldiers inside didn't understand what was going on. The second time they hit the door of the shelter violently, the cracks on it became more obvious.

The soldiers who were originally quiet in their hearts suddenly started to bounce like boiling water. They had no idea what was going on, but they were sure that they were not human beings, because the zombies' unique "wow" sound could still be heard.

Heard it through the door. But zombies, how could they have such terrible impact power? Even the door of such a shelter can be broken?

Only a dozen times later, a huge rumbling sound was heard, and a big hole was made in the door of the shelter, revealing a huge fist.

From this moment on, the nightmare of the entire shelter began, with zombies emerging like a tide from the hole. Then fierce gunfire also rang out. The soldiers trapped inside understood that as long as

Zombies have captured the gate, and everyone inside has only one way to die.

The struggle between humans and zombies continued every day in the following days. The soldiers continued to suppress the zombies, but the zombies that had just retreated did not give the soldiers much time to breathe, and they swarmed forward again.

.Zombie corpses fell down one after another and piled up in front of the gate. Since each human soldier could not retreat, he was killed by the approaching zombies. Sometimes, the bloodiest close combat was staged.

Such a brutal battle, if it weren't for the fact that there was a batch of military supplies left over from the military in the shelter and sufficient bullets, the soldiers inside would have been defeated long ago.

But so what? Thousands of soldiers continued to reduce their numbers, and in the end there were only a few hundred left. The zombies seemed to be toying with the people inside. Every time they tried to capture successfully, they would recede like water. This made the commander of this group of soldiers uncomfortable.

Understand, don’t zombies have no conscious thinking? How can they seem to have rules?

The soldier who was howling miserably in the hall just now had his thigh scratched by a zombie's nail. In just a few hours, dark, fishy blood began to flow from the thigh wound. This was a sign of infection. After a while,

In two hours, the injured person will turn into an unconscious zombie. The howl is just a moan caused by fear. Everyone is afraid of death, especially when death is getting closer and closer.

Even if this soldier showed signs of being a zombie and was too tired to move, no one would pay attention to him.

Gradually, when all consciousness disappeared, the soldier who was newly transformed into a zombie climbed up, opened his black mouth, and bit the soldier beside him who was his comrade a dozen minutes ago.

With a "bang" sound, the zombie soldier's movements froze. On its brow, the bullet from the pistol passed through and penetrated its head.

Everything seemed to have calmed down again, and no one even batted an eye because of the death of another soldier or zombie.

In the shelter, there is no distinction between day and night, but the surviving soldiers can know whether it is day or night outside. The zombie attacks will be weaker during the day, and at night, the number of attacks will increase and become more violent and violent.

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the peaceful shelter, dull footsteps came from outside, and a dull but thunder-like sound came, shaking everyone's eardrums.

The originally numb soldiers seemed to be alive under this voice. They were all clinging to the guns around them. But from their eyes, endless fear could be seen. There was no one in the shelter.

I can forget this dull thunderous voice, because it was the owner of this voice who broke the door of the shelter and allowed bullets to hit his body, bleeding profusely, but there was no monster that could be killed.

A man in tattered and greasy officer uniforms stood up. He had only rested for less than two hours a day for more than ten days, which made him incredibly thin. His face was sunken on both sides, and his eyes seemed to be filled with blood and were horribly red.

.His lips were chapped, his hair was messy, and his whole face was pale, like a zombie, but he had an unyielding aura.

"Is there anyone alive?"

The voice was hoarse, but powerful, as if it had magic power. The numb soldiers seemed to be irrigated with nutrients under this voice, whether they were lying down, leaning on their backs, or lying down, it was all because of this voice

With a hoarse roar, he quickly stood up and looked at his commander with an unwavering gaze.

Chen Yanshu licked his chapped lips, pulled off the kettle from his waist, drank up the small half of the water inside, and threw it on the ground, making a "ding-dong" rolling sound.

Looking at the subordinate soldiers who looked like an army of beggars, Chen Yanshu had never been as proud as he was now. Because these soldiers had been tempered and used their iron will to fight off wave after wave of zombie offensives in more than ten days.

.Even if it means death, no one will be timid.

In wartime, they would all be heroes, out-and-out heroes.

But in the apocalypse, surrounded by countless zombies and built in an underground shelter, there is nothing. No one will know what is happening here, let alone be a hero. There are just hundreds of people struggling to survive.

, the poor man who was forced to a desperate end and had to resist.

Although many of the hundreds of soldiers were already very weak, suffering from lack of rest and long-term malnutrition, there was no one who was not holding his chest high at this moment.

As Chen Yanshu walked in front of these hundreds of soldiers, the "wow" sounds of the zombies were getting closer and closer, as dull as thunder, and the shocking roar was so clearly audible that it was like a hammer hitting the chest.

It's hard to breathe, and I can't help but tremble.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yanshu stopped, slowly picked up a light machine gun on the ground, and instantly roared out the turbid air in his chest.

"All soldiers, fight, fight..."

Crazy roars, as if they had incomparable power, the infected soldiers also shouted crazily: "Fight, fight..."

Like a war machine in action, hundreds of soldiers dispersed in an instant, running towards their positions as if they had rehearsed it thousands of times. Boxes of bullets were moved to several heavy machine guns, and the machine gunners held them tightly.

Then, he extended the cold muzzle of the gun outside the broken door and pointed it at the dark passage outside.

The soldiers armed with automatic rifles were arrayed in a dense square formation, standing firmly behind the machine gun position, with all the muzzles of their guns aimed at the entrance to the gate.

With a "Woo" sound, a sensitive level 3 zombie appeared from the dark night and jumped towards the gap in the door where the light was emitting.

The roar of the machine gun "ta da... da da..." rang out instantly. Under the dense bullets, the zombie that rushed from the air was torn to pieces in the air and turned into a ball of beaten mud.

, and fell heavily to the ground.

Through the residual light of the bullet flames, you can see that behind the passage, dense zombies are rushing towards the door.

Fierce gunshots rang out intensively throughout the underground shelter.