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Under the entire wall, the zombies that were rushing one after another at this time had left behind nearly one meter of corpses. Because when the "Swift Zombie" and the "Tyrant" approached, they killed too few people so that they could reach the wall.

The intensive musket attacks there finally stopped them. However, it was precisely because of this attack that they fell under the wall and turned into ladders for the following zombies. Guo Zhenbei had begun to worry that if those ordinary zombies arrived, what would happen to them?

How long can the wall hold up?

Guo Zhenbei looked into the distance with worried eyes, and the too-high flames in the fire pit blocked his sight. This was not a good thing. Although the fire pit hindered the zombies, they did affect the ability to observe.

Across the small open space in front of the Huoyan Mountain Village base, the sharp voices of the "Swift Corpses" and the low and penetrating roar of the "Tyrant" came.

At this time, people at the base of the small mountain village were trying to strengthen the wall with some wooden piles. A large cement board, with a section of wooden piles rooted in the ground diagonally supported at the back, could make the wall stronger. But in Guo

In Zhenbei's eyes, it is really a question how effective these temporary measures can be.

Even so, hundreds of hard-working people inside the wall still piled sandbags one after another behind the wooden fence on the top of the wall, and more diagonal braces were supported into the wall. This made Guo Zhenbei miss his place very much.

"H County Survivor Base", that meter-high platform, no zombies can jump on.

As for climbing, according to Swell, she has already thought of a countermeasure. Even the "H County Survivor Base" is not worried about zombie attacks because it will be a zombie graveyard. Why do you say this? You will see in the future

It will all be clear when Swell arranges a feast for the zombies.

In order to understand the information in the distance, Guo Zhenbei took out a projectile and put it into a special core. This was an eavesdropping core with a wireless microphone. The number Guo Zhenbei brought was not large, but

It is just right to use it in this situation.

As the projectiles were launched, Guo Zhenbei heard more than three different sounds.

The heavy sound of "boom, boom, boom" should be the footsteps of those "tyrants". The other denser "plop-plop" sounds of digging the soil are probably the "swift corpses". But the more mixed ones are nothing.

Regular sounds, those should be ordinary zombies.

And that should be the main force of the attack, because they will use their bodies to form a thick "ladder", thereby providing an attack channel for "tyrants" and "rapid zombies". The most worrying problem of ordinary zombies is,

It is their huge number and the power of "turning sand into a tower".

While Guo Zhenbei was listening attentively, Siweier sent him the analyzed data.

"According to the sonic analysis provided by the eavesdropping core, you may have to deal with at least 3 more waves of zombie attacks of the same intensity."

While the two were talking, Siweier's voice, which was deliberately amplified for Guo Zhenbei, heard the messy footsteps. Almost all the sounds sounded at the same time, and they tended to get louder and closer.

The people still working on the wall did not hear Guo Zhenbei shouting at them.

"Attention, they are coming! Those without weapons on the top of the wall will get down, and the rest will prepare their weapons!"

As his voice echoed in the small village, people working as hard as ants under the walls and on the walls became quiet. They stood quietly, listening to the mountain wind that was still cold in spring and could hurt people's faces.

, the sound of "the footsteps of the god of death" was sent. At this time, no one paid attention to these trivial details. Everyone was clenching their weapons and widening their eyes. Can they survive? Or should they remain as ignorant zombies?

In one fell swoop.

If they could listen and distinguish carefully like Guo Zhenbei, they would find that the zombies had just stopped attacking, which almost doubled their gathered strength. And this is definitely not a good thing for the survivors.

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The zombies passed through the flame zone again, and the fire pit had already been filled. The flames lowered under their chaotic footsteps. Before the zombies approached, Guo Zhenbei turned around and shouted.

"Come on with something more powerful, and throw the gunpowder can later!"

Guo Zhenbei, they may be attacked by zombies in greater numbers and for a longer period of time. Asking people with projectile weapons to stop shooting and throwing gunpowder cans like just now will obviously greatly affect the efficiency of combat. Now that it is time to fight desperately

time, then better optimization should be carried out.

To Guo Zhenbei's disappointment, all the people under the wall were silent, looking at the top of the wall with fearful eyes. In the first attack just now, three people on the wall had fallen. Although there were backups

People were added, but death could happen at any time in that place, which made the people under the wall worried.

"Hurry up, the zombies are approaching. If they rush in, no one here will survive. Is there anyone who is not afraid of death? Come up with me!"

As Guo Zhenbei roared, some people came up with shovels, and they were actually two pairs. This made Guo Zhenbei a little confused, but after a few seconds, he understood.

The wisdom of working people is infinite, and this sentence is definitely not a joke.

As the zombies approached, gunshots once again filled the entire small mountain village base. But this time, Guo Zhenbei also saw the power of those gunpowder cans.

The person holding the shovel had his back to the wall, and the gunpowder jar was placed on the head of the shovel. The other person lit the fuse, and the person holding the shovel just swung and tossed it. The gunpowder jar was thrown several meters away like a cannonball.

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Among the zombies, the falling gunpowder jar made a violent explosion. Again, the power of gunpowder is indeed small, but if it explodes around you, it will be fatal to both humans and zombies.

As more gunpowder cans were thrown out, there were not many "Swift Corpses" that could really get close to the wall. They were knocked down by the intensive and accurate musket fire. They stretched their legs and feet under the wall and made a final struggle.

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Guo Zhenbei took a closer look and found that those who threw gunpowder cans were all people who did not know how to use rifles or crossbows. But he had to admit that these people who were used to doing farm work or construction sites were playing with shovels.

There is really a special kind of skill!

The explosion opened a gap in the zombie group, and more zombies quickly filled the space. When more people holding shovels in the crowd under the wall saw this scene, everyone became happy.

They were no amateurs when it came to playing with shovels. Someone shoveled up rocks and bricks and threw them outside the wall. The bricks whizzed with the sound of wind and hit the zombies on the head. Although it could cause some damage, it had almost no effect on the zombies.

"Don't kill too many ordinary zombies. They don't have the ability to climb the wall and kill the fast zombies and tyrants."

Guo Zhenbei shouted loudly, which made the armed man turn his gun again.

At this time, the "rapid zombies" hidden among the ordinary zombies rushed out and climbed up the wall. Those who were no longer afraid of them immediately raised their guns and shot them down at a very close distance.

The "tyrant" who was approaching like a mountain of flesh raised his hand and the stones fell towards the wall like raindrops. I don't know if it was the innate ability of these guys, but the landing point of those stones was quite accurate.

"ah……"

The person who was hit screamed and then fell from the wall. The missing person under the wall also suffered a lot of injuries due to the tyrant's stones. Although most people know that no one will survive when zombies rush in, but

There were too many injured people, and some injured people suddenly mutated.

"Ah, why did you bite me!"

"They've mutated, they've mutated!"

The survivors shouted, and the tools in their hands fell like a storm on the mutated people and the injured. As we all know, the injured have a high chance of turning into zombies in a short period of time.

Then I turned around and looked at the zombies outside the wall. They were getting closer and closer to the wall. There were more and more people in the village under the stone.

"We can't hold it anymore. We may not be able to hold it anymore! But we can't keep those swift zombies and tyrants!"

Guo Zhenbei understood that if there were just ordinary zombies, they might not be able to break through the walls of every house in the small village, but with the zombies of "Swift Zombie" and "Tyrant", they would definitely be able to break through those brick walls.

He waved his arms towards the people under the wall, asking them to leave here quickly.

"Hide in the military camp and block the door with sandbags. The other people hide in the yard and use sandbags to reinforce the walls. We will go to the yard later!"

As Guo Zhenbei shouted, the survivors below began to run away. There were some injured people and mutated zombies left under the wall. The people on the wall could hardly support themselves at this time.

Fortunately, no one has escaped yet, but it is certain that we will not be able to hold on.

"Hurry up and throw the gunpowder pot. After throwing it, you should leave! Others, kill the velociraptors and tyrants, no one can survive without them!"

Compared with people with weapons, those who use shovels to throw gunpowder cans are even less experienced. Moreover, the outside space is already crowded with zombies at this time, so there is no need to aim at all. Just light the fuse and throw the gunpowder cans.

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Outside the wall, the number of zombies is still huge, but the number of "tyrants" and "swift zombies" is no longer large enough to cause concern.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, and we'll kill all those bastards!"

In the radio system, while Guo Zhenbei roared loudly, he couldn't help but release projectiles from the bow in his hand. Neither the "Tyrant" nor the "Swift Corpse" who was hit had a chance of surviving.

As the zombies got closer to the wall, the casualties of the soldiers on the wall increased. But what moved Guo Zhenbei was that these men did not run away, even those who polished the gunpowder jars did not run away either.

"Go to hell!"

The shovels in their hands stabbed the heads of the "Swift Corpses" who were clinging to the wall, and some people picked up wooden sticks and beat the bodies of the tall "tyrants" who were approaching. At this time, the number of casualties increased.

Several people have already been thrown over the wall by the tongues of the Swift Corpse piercing their bodies.

Looking back, the survivors who had just ran back from under the wall had disappeared into the street. Only then did Guo Zhenbei issue the order to retreat.

"Retreat...leave the wall quickly!"

Guo Zhenbei shouted, asking his soldiers to withdraw. If anyone saw these people fighting desperately at this time, they would not believe that before yesterday, they were just Lin Biqing's private army.

Sliding down from the planks on the wall, the desperate defenders began to retreat, behind them was their last hope.

"Boom boom boom..."

The "tyrant"'s fist began to knock on the wall, and the heavy knocking sound seemed to hit people's hearts.

The retreating defenders quickly ran to the nearest courtyard. The heavy iron-clad wooden door was closed, and the survivors in the courtyard were crying and shouting in panic.

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