The strongest porter in the last days

Chapter 448 The Iron Blood of the Doomsday Warrior
"City Lord!"

"City Lord!"

"City Lord!"

More and more people gathered, all of them shouted excitedly despite being exhausted.

Zhang Zhen nodded his head excitedly. Most of these ordinary fighters did not know each other. At the moment, they were covered in blood and it was difficult to distinguish each other. These people were real warriors, fighting with their lives against zombies and beasts.

Old Heizi was already asleep, but only woke up when he heard the call of the soldier, and hurried over with his injured leg.

"City Lord, I have guarded Octopus Mountain!"

"City Lord." Lin Yu also climbed up from the bottom of the mountain.

Zhang Zhen saw that all the regiment leaders were there, but they were all wounded. Old Heizi had a long, finger-wide gash on his leg, oozing black blood, nodded and said, "You have accomplished the impossible task, you are all warriors! "

Xiao Yunfei hesitated and said: "The Zombie King is still there, our chariots have been completely lost, and our soldiers have also sacrificed a lot. What should we do next?!"

Zhang Zhen looked at the crowd and hesitated. It is already difficult for these people to fight again. If they retreat to Longyuan City now, even if the zombie king attacks again, he will have time to rest. But if the zombie king escapes, it will become the ultimate hidden danger. There are countless zombies and beasts, and the zombie king will once again gather an army of zombies to attack, and then he will have no strength to defend.

There were several cuts in Lin Yu's bloody face, and he gritted his teeth: "City Master, I know I shouldn't talk too much, but we must kill the corpse king, otherwise we will face a more difficult war when the corpse king attacks again."

There was even a piece of flesh and blood on the butcher's thick arm. He was unhappy with Lin Yu, but this time he supported him: "City Lord, I agree with Captain Lin. We must fight to the death and kill the corpse king to avoid future troubles."

"City Master, if we go back to recuperate, we will miss this opportunity. The zombie king is likely to escape, or gather more zombies and beasts again. We can't give the corpse king a chance!" The three claw marks on Chen Zhenhai's arm were unusually eye-catching, and many of the beast's claws were poisonous. The wound swelled and rotted.

"City Master, we have achieved your plan. Even if we fight everything, we still have to kill the Zombie King!" For the first time, Old Heizi felt that he was not afraid of death!

Leng Feng had no obvious serious injuries, and his mental state was also very good. He said with a tough expression full of fighting spirit: "The Vagabond Corps will never back down, please prepare to fight!"

"The city lord, please prepare to fight!" Guo Jian and the others also expressed their will to fight.

"We are not afraid of death, we swear to kill the corpse king!" The surviving soldiers also knelt down and asked for a fight.

Feeling the iron blood of these doomsday warriors, Zhang Zhen said with enthusiasm: "Zhan, swear to kill the corpse king!"

"Fight! Swear to kill the corpse king!" Everyone shouted excitedly.

"Set up a rest camp, and we'll decide how to fight after dawn." Zhang Zhen took a look at the sky and it gradually became brighter. The cold night season receded faster day by day, and he could see clearly in about two hours.

"Yes!" The regiment leaders took the order and began to count the surviving soldiers. There should be many soldiers who failed to go up the mountain to meet up. How many people survived and how many chariots are available are not yet counted. They have to get out of the chariot immediately sort it out.

Zhang Zhen took out all the most suitable canned food in the dragon, and also took out the medical elves. Now he can only let the soldiers eat and drink here temporarily, and then use the medical elves to treat them urgently.

The only thing that comforts him is that the technology here is very advanced, vaccines can prevent humans from being infected and turn into zombies, and the medical elves can heal many wounds on the spot, allowing many soldiers to recover their fighting power.

While digging the canned food, Old Heizi asked the elf to cut the rotten flesh from the wound on his leg. He couldn't help screaming from time to time, but he ate the canned food more eagerly. After cutting off the rotten flesh, the wound could almost penetrate two fingers. Apply a foamy repair agent, and then seal a layer on top.

As long as most of the medical elves who don't have severed limbs can be cured, those whose limbs are bitten off by strange beasts and zombies will be much more miserable. If they can survive until now, they can still be saved if they are healed by elves. There is no way, unless you have money to install a robotic arm.

The sky brightened little by little, and the soldiers with light wounds ate canned food after treatment, and quickly went down the mountain to find if any soldiers survived among the corpses, and checked whether the chariot could be repaired and used.

Seeing the joy and excitement of the soldiers rescued from the pile of corpses, regardless of the scars on their bodies, Zhang Zhen had mixed emotions.

A can of more than ten yuan can really make these people fight regardless of their lives, just to eat a can, they can risk their lives again.

Maybe this is war. In my own world, my own country was once caught in the flames of war. The generation of millet rifles created the current peace. Those people have ideals and aspirations, and they sacrificed great.

The people here are only desperate, without any ideals and ambitions, because the whole world can't see hope, but the sacrifices of these people in front of him also shocked him a lot.

No matter what kind of war is cruel, but as long as these people can survive, Zhang Zhen will give them what they deserve, this is the only thing he can do.

After the camp at the bottom of the mountain was established, all the chariots that could move had gathered there. There was no time to give these surviving fighters more rest. They had to rescue the chariots from the pile of corpses and try to prepare more usable chariots.

Zhang Zhen drove over in Jiaolong and became worried when he saw the seriously damaged chariots. What he was facing now was the corpse king. There are estimated to be more than ten thousand zombies left by the corpse king in the dry forest. The zombies and beasts are also high-level Yes, the strength is no less than the [-] zombie army that has been wiped out.

Xiao Yunfei came over with a solemn expression and said: "The chariot is basically damaged, and it is still under repair. The surviving fighters are currently only 190 people. Most of the battlefields have been searched and rescued. It is estimated that half of the fighters died. Except for serious injuries, they are unable to fight. Yes, it is estimated that only about 150 people can fight, and there are about [-] tanks."

Zhang Zhen nodded. The soldiers are not afraid of death to fight, but the fact is that the combat power that can be assembled is very weak. In addition, it has been fighting for several days, even if it is not injured, it does not have much energy. This seems to be a battle with no chance of winning. war.

Pangu should be able to drive over today, but it is unknown how effective this last battle reinforcement will be.

Cui Xiaotian paid close attention to the movements of the Dead Forest Corpse King. It would be disastrous if the Corpse King made any moves now. The silence of the Corpse King is very strange, but it is also the only chance for the corps to recuperate.

Time passed little by little, and the sky had reached the brightest time in the apocalypse, and the entire battlefield clearly appeared in the eyes. Except for the place where Jiaolong fought was covered in blood, the rest of the place was full of various corpses.

After seeing all this clearly, many soldiers were stunned. Their combat power of less than 400 killed more than 9 zombies and beasts. This is almost unimaginable, but they also felt fear and realized how small and passionate they are. After subsiding, fear took over their hearts. They had to face the corpse king, the most terrifying existence in the last days.

"Pangu is here!" Cui Xiaotian saw a huge steel monster slowly approaching in the direction of Bafang Town in the east, and shouted excitedly again: "Pangu is here!"

Zhang Zhen was refreshed instantly, and the leaders and soldiers were also hopeful after hearing that. Hearing that the magical little mechanic girl was transforming Pangu, this became their new hope.

Everyone tried their best to stand high and look far away, and they could only see a huge monster moving forward with the wind and sand in the distance, almost rolling over the earth and rumbling against the dark sky, giving people a shocking majesty.

Zhou Ziyan has become the object of worship in the hearts of all soldiers after Zhang Zhen. The chariot she transformed has made great contributions in this impossible war. The soldiers who regard the chariot as their life deeply feel Zhou Ziyan's ability, so when they see When Pan Gu appeared, the blood boiled in their hearts again. In the extreme despair, a little hope could make them try their best again!
(End of this chapter)