my skynet wife

It seemed that the entire situation in the small mountain village was changing for the better, and the moon had already passed the zenith. Siweier, who had been in contact with Guo Zhenbei, also brought him good news at this time.

"Fujiharu and the others have broken through the zombies and are running towards you. If everything goes well, they will arrive early tomorrow morning!"

"call……"

Guo Zhenbei opened the visor of his motorcycle helmet. He wanted to take a good breath of air. His heart dropped, but he still asked.

"Did Fujiharu and the others suffer any casualties? Their action of breaking out of a tight siege in the dark is really unsettling...!"

Just when Guo Zhenbei asked worriedly, Fujiharu, who had just cut off the communication, joined the channel. Moreover, she understood Guo Zhenbei's worry as a personal relationship with her, so she answered with a certain joy.

"Well, it's not bad, you know how to care about me! Don't worry, you can't hurt any of them if you lead me. And this time, our equipment has changed a lot, so it won't be too difficult, don't worry!"

Fujiharu couldn't help but make Guo Zhenbei laugh out loud. Probably only a hot girl like Fujiharu who calls herself "sister" to her husband would say this. Although she was very ladylike when she pretended to be a lady, but now it's obvious that she

I have no intention of hiding my "nature"!

However, what Guo Zhenbei never expected was that just when everything seemed to be getting better, the situation here took a huge turn.

This made him worry about whether he could still see Fujiharu and the others!

Taking advantage of the occasional "free time", Guo Zhenbei took a look back at the "military camp" that provided searchlight lighting. The door there had been tightly sealed, and there were flames from Type 03 rifles or muskets in several shooting ports.

I believe that with the sufficient ammunition at that time, it should not fall.

However, the changes that occurred at this time shattered his hopes.

"Rumble..."

The wall collapsed under the huge clouds of dust. The dust also obscured the sight of most survivors. They could not see clearly why the wall collapsed. This did not trouble Guo Zhenbei.

The most high-end "combat assistance system" has been displayed, and the reasons have been analyzed.

It's not because of anything else, but because of the squeezing of ordinary zombies. A large number of them are crowded together, and all the forward force is exerted on the wall. Coupled with the "tyrant"'s continuous destruction of the wall, the collapse becomes

The inevitable result is in sight.

Once again, all the weapons in the small village opened fire. Guo Zhenbei's .50 Desert Eagle was still attacking the few "Tyrants" and "Swift Corpses". They were killed in succession.

most.

What was crowding in at this moment was a large number of ordinary zombies. They were running quickly. Because the violent change had not ended yet, the wounds on their bodies had not fully grown, and their clothes had not been deliberately pulled down until they were completely torn apart.

.

When the last "Tyrant" and "Swift Corpse" fell under Guo Zhenbei's .50 Desert Eagle, the real nightmare began.

The ordinary zombies pushed and came to the first courtyard closest to the wall. Compared with the courtyards behind the small village, there were more people holding weapons in these courtyards. They were like bunkers spraying gunpowder outwards.

, a large number of musket bullets were poured into the group of ordinary zombies.

Shotgun and rifle bullets are so powerful that they can even penetrate the heads of two zombies at once. But compared with those "tyrants" and "rapid zombies", the biggest advantage of ordinary zombies is that they are boundless.

Thousands of ordinary zombies were now flocking to the small mountain village. Although they were not as powerful as the "Tyrant", and although they were not as fast as the "Swift Zombies", the huge number of them had the feeling of becoming a tower of sand.

ability.

The zombies crowded in front of the small yard were squeezed against the wall, and were even pressed against by more zombies behind them. As the zombies were killed, the height of the wall became lower.

"Go to hell, you bastards, I'll burn you to charcoal!"

Bottles containing various oils and wine were thrown out from the courtyard. A large fire burned outside the courtyard. However, this was not a strong barrier to the zombies. Even the flames became difficult because of the number of zombies.

be seen.

As the number of fallen zombies increased, and as more ordinary zombies approached, the flames were almost stamped out. More zombies rushed towards the courtyard, and some came to the wall with the help of the corpses of their companions at their feet.

Jump as far as possible.

Those who cannot jump up will naturally fall down, and may be trampled under their feet by other zombies. But their corpses also make it easier for the zombies behind to get closer to the wall after taking off.

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

Originally, there were not many survivors without weapons in the first two courtyards. In addition to trying their best to strengthen the walls, they often tried their best to assist those who had weapons. For example, there were people carrying bullet bags and following behind.

Those who have muskets. For example, those who hold Type 03 rifles will be accompanied by someone carrying bullets and loading magazines for them.

But all methods of maximizing weapon effectiveness cannot prevent the zombies from approaching, because their number is simply too huge.

The survivors passed through the wall and retreated to the courtyard behind. The people with weapons fired the last bullet at the zombie group, then turned around and fled to the courtyard below. This had been planned long ago, and as the zombies walked

The method is to press forward step by step while others retreat step by step. In the process of retreating, try your best to reduce the number of zombies. I am afraid that only in this way can we support the arrival of the rescue team in the early morning.

Guo Zhenbei, who had long run out of projectiles, had already replaced two Type 92 military pistols. Although the power of these pistols is far less than that of the .50 Desert Eagle, their rate of fire is much higher than that of the .50 Desert Eagle.

much higher.

Especially the navy discovered that Guo Zhenbei's attack ability is extremely powerful. And now that there is no "Tyrant" and "Swift Corpse", using the .50 Desert Eagle is too wasteful.

Two 5.8mm Type 92 military pistols are like two machine guns in Guo Zhenbei's hands. They fire cyclically from left to right. Not only that, but Guo Zhenbei has the ability to ensure headshots when firing cyclically.

.

Even though the Marine was a soldier and now has a "combat assistance system", he definitely doesn't have that ability. Shooting with two guns in a cycle and being able to hit every shot is not the ability of a normal person.

"When I get the chance, I should ask him where his skills come from!"

It’s just that this time is not the time to think about this matter. The Navy also holds up the Type 03 rifle in his hand and fires rapidly. The 5.8 mm bullet of the Type 03 assault rifle can penetrate the target at such a close distance.

It stopped its flight after passing through several zombies.

Not only that, those people holding muskets near the wall don't need to aim at all at this time. Load two bullets and "bang" two shots at the zombies in front, and the large number of shotguns will not miss at all. Not only

In this way, the power of the projectile can even shatter the head of the first zombie, penetrate the body of the second zombie, and then penetrate into the body of the third zombie.

Some people may find this incredible, but maybe you don't know that the flintlock muskets during the Civil War were able to penetrate the bodies of several people when fired at very close range.

The first zombies that entered the small mountain village seemed to have entered a meat grinder. Under various bullets and "oil bottles" thrown from time to time, the minced meat flew everywhere and at the same time, under the action of the flames, a huge explosion was emitted.

Stink.

It's just that no one cares about these things anymore, and survival is all their efforts. Every survivor who can fight stares with blood-red eyes and uses all the weapons and equipment in his hand to deal with the zombies.

Bricks, shovels, oil bottles and knives tied to wooden sticks. Of course, there are better crossbows and better guns. The only regret is that there are too few weapons. For this reason, the survivors spend a lot of time stopping the zombies.

All.

"Asshole, if I want a gun..."

This is probably a kind of questioning curse. Who made the survivors in China so helpless when facing the attack of zombies?

The brick walls of the two small courtyards in the first row finally collapsed under the attack of zombies. There were not even any casualties, because as long as they retreated in time, these ordinary zombies who could only attack by crowding would not be able to cause them any harm.

What harm.

Only a few people who fell from the wall during their escape fell into the pile of zombies that had just crowded into the yard. Usually these were people who were too bloated and had difficulty moving because they were wearing too many clothes.

Among the people who fell, there was a man with a musket. "Boom, boom" and two close-range musket bombardments knocked down the nearest zombies, but the zombies behind them swarmed up. Almost instantly, the screaming man

He was crushed by a large group of zombies, and his screams stopped after a few seconds.

"Leave quickly, we can't save him!"

The people behind urged those who were still retreating on the wall. When the last one entered the second small courtyard, the oil lamp he was carrying was thrown out. This is a simple oil lamp unique to small mountain villages.

.A square cover made of glass, with a small oil pot underneath and a handle on the top.

At this moment, when the oil lamp was thrown on the furniture behind the wall in the small courtyard, the clothes and furniture that had already been soaked in oil were attracted. A huge flame immediately burned, and the zombies that poured in all turned into "

"Burning Man". But they felt no pain and still moved firmly towards the third yard.

Although they won't be able to walk for long, they will burn and turn into a pile of withered bones. Everyone should remember that the zombies themselves seem to be quite good at burning. Although their fire attacks are often trampled by a huge number of zombies. But

Once it burns and reaches a certain scale, the heat it emits is amazing.

On the inside of the wall in the small courtyard, the mountains of debris that were originally piled up burned together. This prevented the incoming zombies from easily approaching the third courtyard, which to some extent prevented the zombies from attacking behind.

But perhaps among all the people in the small mountain village, only Guo Zhenbei understood the situation at hand best.

"There are not many left. There are probably about 15,000 zombies left. If we attack like this, I guess you can defend until Fujiharu and the others arrive."

Swell's assertion made Guo Zhenbei, who was still firing his pistol with his hands non-stop, feel relieved, because he felt that he was almost at his limit. Although he had the assistance of the "combat assistance system", he was still a human being after all.

, rather than God.

Guo Zhenbei, who had used up all the magazines in his hand, looked up at the sky again. The first pale color had appeared, but Guo Zhenbei, who was almost desperate, sighed in his heart.

"Tengqing, if you don't come here, I won't be able to see you, your husband!"

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