Zombies equipped with threaded steel guns, no matter how fierce they are, they are still hard to beat with four hands.
The route is full of zombie bodies.
Hundreds of zombies, they keep advancing, and the defense zombies in groups of three are constantly being overwhelmed by them. The murderous zombies always tear the zombies under Lu Chuan to pieces.
"Unfortunately, the police zombie died too early."
If the police zombie is still there, and the electric chainsaw is not broken, just one corpse can be a dead body. The corpse should be closed, and the corpse should not be opened. The battle strength of the chainsaw, in this narrow place, is simply a god of death.
Unfortunately, the only chainsaw on the construction site was cut in half by the tyrant early.
In the entire area, there is only one construction site, and then the bustling Commerce District. This is the central area of the city. There are high-rise buildings and shopping malls everywhere. Where can you ask Lu Chuan to find another chainsaw?
What Lu Chuan could see before was only 1 km away.
Beyond this range, Lu Chuan dared not let zombies try. This world is really dangerous, the lickers and tyrants that appear, make these weird zombies go but never returned in minutes.
But...
Killing God always exists.
41zombie was standing on the course, carrying a Mountain Splitting Saber that had been sharpened. As a basketball player, with a height of 1.9 meters, it is enough to make it a crane in a flock of chickens.
The muscles full of explosive force, although the surface skin is rotted, does not affect its performance at all.
This is naturally taller than other zombies, and in terms of strength, it is far from what ordinary zombies can compare. It carries the Mountain Splitting Saber, like the actual War God standing here.
"Roar..."
41 basketball player zombie roared, the Mountain Splitting Saber in his hand chopping out.
Mountain Splitting Saber flies through the air with cold light.
The knife is sharp and powerful.
The combination came back, and the zombie that rushed in front of it was forcibly split in half with this brute force and fell on both sides.
The brutal scene made Lu Chuan clench his fists: "Good job, that's it."
The second zombie came over, baring fangs and brandishing claws.
41 basketball player zombie is holding the Mountain Splitting Saber in both hands again, sweeping fiercely.
The head of this zombie was cut off, the head was taken aside, and it fell on the construction site. The black liquid from the neck was bubbling desperately, but the body fell to the ground and didn't even move.
The zombies that are coming, they are fearless and still rush towards them frantically.
One knife, another knife.
The Mountain Splitting Saber, which has been polished to a razor-sharp edge, vividly taught the incoming zombies a lesson, telling them how far apart flesh is from steel.
Under the power of 41 basketball player zombie, no matter what zombie comes, it is a knife.
Some had half of their heads cut off, some cut off in the middle, and some had their entire heads cut off.
Either way, for zombies, it is fatal.
The way forward is full of corpses of incoming zombies.
The 41 basketball player zombie, like the killing god, has no power to say so, the killing of the organization, dozens of attack zombies, drink hatred in front of it.
The zombie corpses piled up like a hill.
The continuous reduction of incoming zombies means that success is getting closer and closer.
...
Dozens of kilometers outside the city.
A survivor's stronghold like a fortress that appears on the horizon.
This survivor stronghold has a wall of amazing size, twenty meters high and six meters wide.
From a distance, it looks like a fortress.
Above the fence, you can see some patrolling people, a team of five of them, walking across the six-meter-wide fence, their sharp eyes swept across the distance, looking for any trace of it. A possible crisis.
Those who can survive in this apocalypse and become warriors are not simple.
It's just their equipment, but most of them are home-made guns and crossbows.
Under the wall, there are some sporadic zombies, they wander around, and from time to time they will flock under the wall and make the action of climbing the wall.
The patrolling people didn't pay any attention to their actions.
In terms of their number, it is impossible to climb the 20-meter-high wall. Without the accumulation of hundreds of thousands, it is difficult to pose a threat to the wall.
Standing on the fence, you can see the hazy city high-rises in the distance.
"Clean up the zombies, there is a convoy to set off."
With the sound of shouts, the people who were just on patrol immediately took off their weapons and concentrated. Arrived at the gate of the fence.
These weapons, some are crossbows, and some are made of earthen long spears.
"peng!"
"shua!"
Different voices rang out, and the scattered zombies below fell down one by one.
The bullets from the gun sent a patch of rotten flesh and jet-black fluid on the heads of these zombies. As for the strong crossbow, a crossbow arrow was inserted into the head, shaking as the zombie fell.
Under the pressure of several years of survival, the survivors who can become combatants are all elite gunmen.
The dozens of zombies that surrounded the gate of the wall were cleared in a moment and fell to the ground.
Don't be surprised, here is an international metropolis dozens of kilometers away, every day all there will be some sporadic zombies appearing in the vicinity. Even if you kill, there will be some wandering here on second day.
Over time, the survivors have become accustomed to the constant zombie life in the vicinity.
Every time a convoy leaves, always clear the zombies around the gate, so that they will not threaten the interior of the stronghold when the gate is opened.
The stronghold gate opens as soon as the zombie is emptied.
A convoy of dozens of different vehicles roared out of the gate and pointed at the city dozens of kilometers away.
This team consists of vehicles with messy specifications.
There are police cars, trucks, buses, a money carrier, and several tall SUVs. These cars, without exception, are modified and have a sturdy and hideous appearance.
Like a bus, the whole car is welded by steel bars, like a moving steel castle.
The trucks in the fleet are equipped with a forklift shovel in front of the front of the car, coupled with its horsepower, it is absolutely ferocious.
Without the supply of spare parts, no one cares what kind of car the car is, as long as it is a car that can drive.
In the blink of an eye, this team disappeared, leaving only a cloud of dust rising into the sky.
Like this team, almost everyday all have.
As long as they find valuable items, in this world where resources are somewhat unbalanced, it can bring them a lot of benefits.
"Five zombies and one black bun."
Only at the gate of the stronghold, a leader was shouting, which instantly attracted a large group of people crazy. Ten people were quickly selected, and they dragged the zombies who were killed into a big pit outside several hundred meters and threw them into it.
The corpse man, as they call it, cleans up the bodies of five zombies for the sake of this one steamed bun that can keep them alive for a day.
The stronghold is not small, it was built on the basis of a small town.
The streets inside are very deserted.
Under many eaves, there are people with numb faces and hollow eyes. They are like corpses, staying under the eaves, as if everything in the outside world has nothing to do with them.
Occasionally there is a need for workers, but it makes these numb people go crazy.
Sometimes they can fight each other for a job with a meal.
In the apocalypse, human life is worthless, and every day someone will die because of this fight. No one cared who died, the dead were thrown out of the city like garbage.
In the center of the stronghold town, there were bursts of cheers.
A place that has been transformed into a corpse arena, but it is overcrowded, and one by one is roaring frantically.
In the field.
A solid man, holding a henchman knife, bent slightly, leaning on his knees and panting.
In front of him is a brawny man covered in armor, carrying a Meteor Hammer.
The source of the Colosseum is actually that the Colosseum has changed to another mode, not fighting with beasts, but fighting with corpses. But more often, it is people fighting with each other.
Every time, tens of thousands of survivors will be attracted here. They live in the end of this dangerous lurks on every side, their nerves are tense, and they need to use this method to vent their emotions.
Whether it is between people and corpses, or between people, here, they all represent blood.
Everyday all someone will die here, and every day someone will create a miracle here.
For the sake of a meal, many people will gamble with their lives here.
Today will be alive, and tomorrow may be killed by the next challenger, becoming a corpse that no one will see more than once.
"Ah..."
Roaring frantically, the sturdy man strode towards the brawny man with determination on his face.
I knew that it was difficult for me to defeat the opponent, but from the moment I stepped into this corpse arena, there was no turning back.
This is a survivor stronghold full of despair and madness, and it is also a representative of thousands of survivor strongholds and bases.
And in the Survivor's stronghold, everyone is desperate to survive, and crazy to survive. If you don't want to starve to death, and don't want to be killed by other people, squeeze what you have and live as long as you can.
Survivors who can survive more than five years are like wild beasts, crazy, brutal, and cruel.
This is the law of human nature in the last days.