The decapitation action of the sniper rifle was very effective, but the dull sound made the zombies recognize the location of the convoy. They were not moving fast, and the high-level zombies walking in front of them suddenly became the dead souls in the hands of Zhou Yuanqiang and Zhao Hongyuan. Almost one shot could easily kill a high-level zombie. Zombies below level 2 were not worth wasting sniper bullets, and their crystals could only be exchanged for one bullet.
Now Zhou Yuanqiang finally knew why there were so many level 3 and 4 crystals in the settlement, because there were dozens of level 3 zombies among these thousands of zombies. There were also several level 4 zombies that were hidden deeper. If it was a zombie group of tens of thousands, or a zombie tide of tens of millions, how many high-level zombies would there be? No wonder humans could only retreat step by step when facing zombie groups, and were not the opponents of zombies.
A few minutes later, Zhou Yuanqiang shot seven times, missed once, and killed five level 3 zombies and one level 2 zombie. The one time he missed was when he encountered a level 4 zombie. Its sensitivity was too high, and it flashed by in a flash. A sniper who had just debuted like Zhou Yuanqiang still failed to seize the opportunity, resulting in a miss.
The zombie group was in front of him. Although there were only two or three thousand of them, they were still a large black mass when they were scattered.
The mercenary leaders were not frightened by the zombies that were more than 20 or 30 times their own. They knew that most of the high-level zombies had been eliminated by sniper rifles. It was basically impossible for ordinary zombies to rush through the defense station of the convoy. The surroundings of the car, including the windows, were all fixed with steel bars, and the zombies had no way to break them.
"Let it in before shooting, listen carefully, let it in within 30 meters before shooting."
Qiu Guorui stood on the rock pillar, yelling at the car defense circle below, while taking out a submachine gun.
Under strict preparation, the zombies appeared quickly, and arrived in front of them in a blink of an eye, like a group of black shadows, pressing towards the convoy. Needless to say, Zhao Hongyuan's sniper rifle is a sniper rifle, and because the atmosphere is a bit depressing, even the level 2 zombies in the zombie group have become his target.
Zhou Yuanqiang felt a little distressed. He was responsible for the bullets of Zhao Hongyuan and his men. Seeing that he did not even let go of the level 2 zombies, these wasted bullets would be a big loss. But it was just a thought that flashed through his mind. No matter how much money there is, it is earned by people, so of course it must be spent. Safety is the most important thing. Anyway, as long as the goods are safely delivered to the Grand Canyon settlement, the wasted money on bullets can be ignored.
Everyone was still calm. The palms of the new recruits were sweating, but the old soldiers seemed very relaxed. Some of them even took a break to take out the water bottle from their waists and took a sip.
"Everyone, get ready..."
The mercenary leaders shouted when the zombies entered 50 meters. The hideous faces of the zombies were right in front of them. You could clearly see their rotten facial features, tattered stomachs, and broken limbs. The clothes of the zombies had rotted and fallen off over the years. Only some scattered zombies still had some cloth hanging on them. It was vaguely recognizable that these zombies were the villagers who had moved from this area.
Amid the neat swinging of guns, the leaders shouted again: "Each of you lock on the first target."
Everyone half-closed their eyes and looked for their first target. If they were not suddenly attacked by the zombies, it would be easy to deal with such zombies that they knew in advance. Some people even used the mobility of cars to keep the distance between them and the zombies. With just a few people, they could kill hundreds of zombies one by one.
A dull sound of "Woo...Woo..." rang out. Perhaps seeing the humans in front of them, the zombies became crazy.
"Ready..." Qiu Guorui stood up and roared. When the zombies entered 30 meters, he suddenly cut off his raised hand and roared, "Fire..."
The dense guns suddenly rang out, like a rainstorm pouring on tiles, knocking on people's hearts. The zombies in the front, their heads exploded uniformly, like formed flowers. The charging zombies, like cavalry blocked by chevaux de frise, plunged into the ground, and were then drowned by the zombies behind them.
The experienced old soldiers always shot accurately one by one, trying to hit the zombies' heads. The rookies who had only participated in a few battles were so nervous that they kept pulling the triggers tightly against the zombies, letting the submachine guns, automatic rifles, and light machine guns in their hands pour out bullets.
From time to time, some zombies would be hit in the head and fall headfirst. More often, a black bullet would splash on their chests and bodies, and then they would be knocked down by the zombies rushing behind them, fall to the ground, and then be pressed down by the zombies coming up from behind, causing chaos everywhere.
The distance of 30 meters, plus the zombies did not know what fear was, desperate people were not enough to describe their current charge. Like dumplings, they fell down in rows, and were pushed up by the ones behind them. After just a few shots, they had already rushed to the front of the convoy.
The black claws of the first zombie finally touched the side of the car, and even grabbed a piece of the car paint, but that was all. The humans who were looking down only needed to lower their guns, almost touching their heads, and then pull the trigger. With a "bang", the bullet pierced its head, all its movements froze, and it fell down.
After the first one, there will be the second and third. More and more zombies rushed to the edge of the defense circle formed by the car, constantly hitting the side of the car.
The car defense circle was almost entirely made up of trucks, and steel plates were installed in some vulnerable places. Not to mention ordinary zombies, even zombies below level 3 or 4 could not be destroyed in a short time. In addition, the weight of the truck itself stopped the zombies for a while, so that they could only rely on instinct to continuously push the zombies in front of them, one after another, like waves, constantly hitting the truck position.
The mercenaries, who were only a hundred people, were busy sweating at this time. Without any danger, they didn't care so much. They were all excited to pull the trigger one by one, easily blowing up the heads of the zombies less than one meter away. This was not like an encounter or an impact at all, but more like target practice, a one-sided massacre. Even the novices were blushing and sweating as they killed the zombies in front of them.
At one time, hundreds of zombies fell down, and a large piece of the zombie frenzy was eaten away.
Is it really that smooth? If it were just like this, zombies would not be able to attack and defend with humans, and they could also devour some weak settlements. In this situation of encountering obstacles, the advanced zombies are the time to show their power.
A level 4 zombie that was struggling to hide among the ordinary zombies suddenly jumped up from the zombie group amid the sound of gunfire, stepped on the head of the ordinary zombie, and pounced on one of the trucks with more than a dozen people standing like a big bird. It is true that these dozen people reacted quickly enough, and the muzzles in their hands fired at it, allowing the bullets to hit its body, but this level 4 zombie still jumped into the truck fiercely, and with a clear sound of "dang", it hit the iron plate of the car cabinet heavily.
With almost no pause, he made a triangle jump, bounced up from the iron plate, and pounced towards the nearest man with terrified eyes.