Volume 2 Chapter 610 Recoil

Chapter 610 Recoil

Before the escapee could even hum the screams, the whole person suddenly split into several pieces and flew together in the air. The corpses flying in the air were still separated, and finally turned into a piece of blood and bones, messy pieces of flesh and blood, raining on the blocking line like raindrops on the crowd.

The bloody pieces of meat fell on the team members and the militiamen. The team members had weird faces. Enduring the desire to vomit, they continued to shoot and change magazines. A d-shaped zombie with a bad smell.

The blocking front this time was also arranged in advance. The team members and militiamen all relied on the 1.6-meter-high parapet to shoot. The parapet was a bit strange, with a little forward curvature.

"Plop..." The zombies rushed to the front of the formation, and before they even waved their claws, they grabbed the trembling crowd behind the parapet. Dust rose all over the sky and flooded the entire battle line. In the gray mist behind them, there was an unusually loud sound. drink the order.

"push!"

The team members standing behind the parapet squatted down together, breathed the dusty air, shouted together, and pressed their shoulders against the dirt wall desperately.

"boom……"

In the gray fog, the entire parapet was pushed down, and the fog in the blocking position turned into a sea of ​​dust, which rose several meters high and slowly spread to both sides.

"Stay away... spread out..."

Wishing to bury their heads in the ground, the trembling militiamen with their buttocks pouting heard the orders from their respective captains. They were stunned at first, and then they finally remembered that dispersing means retreating. They got up one after another and rushed towards the convoy looming in the sea of ​​dust. .

The motley crowd had just rushed through the sea of ​​flying dust and went outside. Before they could take a breath of fresh air, the heavy machine gun of "Tatata" opened fire again in front of them.

The 12.7 large-caliber machine gun bullets blasted holes the size of a sea bowl in the ground in front of them, and the flying mud and falling stones shot at the faces and bodies of the militiamen, delaying their further retreat.

"Line up...line up..."

Hundreds of gray men with swords and shields were facing the town in disgrace. Behind them, the team members were also in disgrace. They could only see their eyes, but they couldn't recognize their faces. They stood neatly holding things like metal chains.

"Squeak..." The paratrooper chariot, which had never moved, drove slowly, and just stopped beside the militiamen, and the body adjusted its direction with the rotation of the tracks.

"Tud chug..." Two long tongues of flame spewed out from the body of the chariot, flashes of one after another tore through the dust mist and drilled into the depths of the dust sea. The militiamen couldn't see the movement of the corpses in the depths of the dust sea. Panting, ready for the ensuing battle.

The d-type zombies that rushed over before have not seen any movement yet, and the militiamen also vaguely guessed in their hearts that those things were caught in the trap and wiped out. This is a happy event, but they are not happy because they lost the parapet. The parapets were lifted, and they felt they were about to face battle naked.

The two 80-type heavy machine guns of the paratrooper chariot seemed to be firing only to cheer up the militiamen. After the ringing sounded for a minute, they stopped shooting, and then the tracks turned to turn the car body, and reached the back.

Seeing the paratrooper chariot leaving with thick armor on its back, the militiamen and regular team members cursed Huang Quan for being stingy in their hearts.

After the paratrooper chariot left, zombies loomed in the opposite sea of ​​dust. This time, the zombies were not d-type zombies, nor ordinary zombies, but nearly fifty s-type zombies.

These s-type zombies are short in stature and extremely fast. The charging speed is much faster than that of the d-type zombies, and the distance of tens of meters is reached in an instant.

"Woooo..."

The team members behind the militia held the metal chains in their hands above their heads and circled them. The whining metal chain drew a circle. The chain was connected to a steel ball the size of a table tennis ball. The bright metal ball reflected the light. It took the eyes of the militia.

The team members danced with metal chains and stepped forward. When they arrived in front of the militiamen, they shouted in unison. Dozens of long chains with metal balls at both ends flew in circles towards the incoming S-shaped zombies.

Dozens of chain rings completely blocked the space where the S-shaped zombies rushed, and each zombie fell to the ground with its hands and feet trapped, and the fallen zombies tripped the zombies rushing from behind, throwing the tripping rope in their right hand, The team members shook off a trip rope held in their left hand and replaced it with their right hand, turned it slightly and threw it out again.

While the militiamen were stunned, the menacing S-shaped zombies were wiped out. The team members threw away the metal chains in their hands, unloaded the rifles on their backs in a leisurely manner, unbolted their guns and walked among the crowd of S-shaped zombies. Gun one to solve them all.

"Prepare...prepare..."

The respective militia captains shouted loudly, the dust gradually dispersed, and in the spreading dust sea, thumping zombies staggered and appeared in everyone's eyes, shaking their arms.

"Touch..." The militiaman raised his hand, and the steel shield on his left arm was neatly clasped on his chest.

"Swipe..." Hundreds of fine steel long knives were raised obliquely, the swords pointed to the sky, and the backs of the knives leaned lightly on their right shoulders.

"Tat Tat Tat..." The official team put down their guns, ran over neatly with their swords and shields in hand, and stood in front of the militiamen, facing the increasing number of zombies as dense as the tide. They were the first anti-wave wall .

The zombies that jumped out of the sea of ​​dust looked like humans, they were all disheveled. If the humans had weapons in their hands and the zombies had empty hands, they really couldn't tell who was a zombie and who was a human.

The first-line zombies are gradually approaching. Facing the oncoming zombies, the militiamen lost their previous tension and fear. Those 250,000 full-time members stood in front of them, holding the same swords and shields in their hands. , The team members did not tremble like they did. They were so nervous that they even held their knives out of the water. Seeing the performance of others, the militiamen did not want to be underestimated, and they all pumped their blood, preparing for a good fight.

"Huh! Ha!"

A squad leader raised his knife and screamed.

Dozens of long knives were held high together, and dozens of people shouted together.

Hundreds of long knives were held high like a forest, and the roar of dragons pierced the sky.

The squad leader raised his sword obliquely, pointing the blade at the dense crowd of corpses, and a thunder exploded from his chest:

"kill……"

Looking down from the sky, the dust on the ground slowly became like a sea of ​​fog. Hundreds of zombies jumped out of the dust, rushing forward like a wave of ants, as if to sweep everything.

Right in front of the ant swarm are more than a hundred humans holding high their long knives and screaming. Their number is only one-tenth of the corpses, like a towering reef. Suddenly the reef moved, and they took the initiative to meet the zombies. Rush to the front, the militiamen follow behind, no one retreats, no one procrastinates, everyone shouts loudly, their steps are fast, while running, the knife is shining, flashing a moment of youth.