From the Bird

"Hello ~"

These living corpses resemble dexterous wild apes, lifting their sabers one after another and jumping off, their military boots stepping on the ground to crack the cracked pit.

The sabers lived up their upper bodies one by one, staring at each other.

The old man chewed up the peanut rice, but spit it clearly: "The combat style is similar to the Wandering Army, but it seems to use only daggers and sabers. Like other living corpses, the brain must be destroyed to kill. In addition, these living corpses have Quite a high level of collective combat experience is almost indistinguishable from a normal wilderness veteran. "

He paused, and then said, "These corpses did not breathe or take their body temperature, they lurked into a good hand, and I put all my attention on you, and they turned over in the gutter."

Li Yan walked a few steps aside, stepping on the dusty pistol on the ground, and struck Song Zuo's feet: "What about your sniper rifle?"

"Lost in the building, that kind of situation would be dead." Song Zuo added: "Relax, I haven't used the third-tier hunter who has modified the RS107, let alone this group Living dead. "

The Russian Chashik, who was shaking hands with the saber in the front, was almost halfway between Liguang and Flint, shortening the distance to Li Yan by more than half.

Li Yan shook his gunpoint, swallowing his blade like a living creature, poking between the eyes of the living corpse. Unexpectedly, the saber live corpse had a horizontal grid and was knocked back by Li Yan without any injuries.

"Huh?"

Li Yan couldn't help but be surprised. Although the ordinary living corpses held hot weapons, they were closer to primitive animals because of their habits, and they had almost no sense of detection. The dwellings are all closed buildings, so Li Yan, the star killer, came to the door with a hammer, and naturally could not please. Even if there are those types of melee-sharp sharp melees, they will only die worse in the face of the tiger-headed golden gun with "guns and teeth", rushing up with a saber, and walking under Li Yan. It was the first time that a live corpse of a round had entered the Great Devil's Lake.

[Beta-level radioactive corpse]

Originally a survivor of a nuclear disaster, he was infected by intense radiation and turned into an elite living corpse with normal wisdom and prior combat experience. He was greatly strengthened, and the direction of strengthening was random, corresponding to the type of genetically modified agents.

Remarks: According to the incomplete data records found by Crazy Dolma, this is the Great Devil's Lake close to the belly, a powerful living corpse monster, which was positioned as "β" by the authorities before and after winter, and the activity intensity is equivalent to ordinary first-order to second-order arms Variety, occasionally there will be a heterogeneous third-order arms. However, because of the intense radiation in its blood and the generality of the corpses that must be destroyed by the brain to kill, it is far more difficult than the genetic armies of the same size.

Occasionally a third order? I think these dozen "Soviet Iron Fists" are no worse than Abaninma.

Li Yanru thought.

The saber live corpses approached the dead end, with no expression on their faces, but shuddered.

Suddenly, I don't know which corpse roared, as if a horn, the "Iron Fists" raised the Chasik saber, and launched a fearless charge.

Li Yan snorted softly, and the big gun in his hand danced like a dragon. The trembling white gold frost almost filled the entire alley.

Song picked up a pistol on his left side, and the bandage on his neck was torn off during the escape process, exposing the clavicle covered with red scars and scabies, but the dry and ugly body suddenly burst into full energy. Several scorching bullets burst out of the mouth, without exception, each shot into the eye socket of the saber living corpse.

The sound of bullets and the clashes between knives and guns rang through the lonely ruins.

Blood-stained military boots trembled slightly, a living corpse's saber broke from the middle, leaving a jagged cross section, and a few chashik knives in the hands of the living corpse were directly taken by Li Yan with a few "dragon heads" Fly out. There were several miserable wounds on his body.

However, none of the living corpses died under Li Yan's gun. Instead, Song Zuo's bullets killed two sabers.

Li Yan also didn't take his heart. If according to Yan Fu's strength classification criteria, the melee specializations of these live sabers are about 80%. In addition to their heads, there are almost no flaws. They can fight against others, or Take advantage of the advantages of land and weapons.

"Go out and fight. They have reinforcements."

Song Zuo said to Li Yan.

Li Yan glanced at him, stepped forward, and a more splendid iron flow broke out in a big gun in his hand. He forced the deadly saber-knife live corpse out of the dead end. Song Zuo rolled up, changed his shot and fired without any delay. Behind Li Yan's gun, he fired almost unreservedly.

Seeing that the situation was bad, the living corpses did not say a word, and ran back, Li Yan didn't have the pursuit of chasing it. Instead, he thought, if at this time people came to stubble with guns, the result would be difficult to say ...

Suddenly, Song Zuo's scolding in Tibetan passed into Li Yan's ears, and saw a living corpse covering his eye sockets pulling out a golden, candid thing from his pocket, and immediately saw Li Yan's scalp tingling.

The throwing range is 30 meters to 40 meters, the effective killing radius is 35 meters, the detonation time is short, and the lethality is strong. Known as the "glorious bomb", the Soviet F1 grenade.

"grass!"

Li Yan also scolded

Song's left eye can be pointed. At this time, Li Yan can still be taken into account. He said nothing, and rubbed the soles of his feet into the door next to him, lying down. Behind my head was the horrible sound of tearing air, and the ensuing shrapnel-like shrapnel attacked.

In the muffled sound, there was a terrifying sound of water. Li Yanlang burst through the water waves, his hair and clothes were soaked, and the clear water of the thickness of the water tank converged into Sichuan, dancing around Li Yan.

Li Yan looked around, and the group of live corpses scattered and hid in the surrounding abandoned house. In the forced compartment of one meter acting at the place of Li Yan Station, several live corpses hid behind the white-grey wall. One of them The famous saber pulled out almost a pair of shrapnel on his leg, and just took the liberty to let Li Yan look straight.

The living corpse was apparently absent for a while, but Li Yan was not innocent.

Li Yan was somber and raised his right hand. The dark golden pistol aimed at the compartment and pulled the trigger.

Angry Shock!

boom! !!

The white and gray wall was so riddled with instantaneous blood that the blood stained the whole compartment, and several living corpses seemed like unfinished character puzzles.

The effort of this meeting, Li Yan's stream has disappeared, and the remaining corpses have fled away early, no longer entangled with Li Yan, the evil star.

Song Zuo's old man wiped his face and stood up. Li Yan smiled rather than smiled: "You, the living corpse in the clear area, seem to be much harder to deal with than me."

"That joke-colored building is their old nest."

Song left with no expression: "Inside, there are biological research samples left by the superpower before the winter."

...

At the same time, the central area of ​​Great Devil Lake.

If we say that beta-level radioactive corpses have the same combat wisdom as ordinary people, then alpha-level radioactive corpses have the creative abilities that humans are proud of and independent thinking ability. In a sense, it should belong to a subspecies of human beings.

Brown stockings, half-waist black leather boots, silver-gray military uniform, gold epaulets, and gray cylinder fur cap.

Winter Jacques, the former Soviet female officer named Willa.

This is a black building similar to a battlefield fortress, with black carpets, swan-shaped chandeliers, vintage records, and even black and white film rolls by Joan Crouch.

"Inadvertently offensive, respectable Iron Lady."

The same black eye sockets and pale skin can be compared to the half-faced dry face of Winter Jacques. The short white-haired man who speaks is almost as good as a living person, and has a fluent Moscow accent.

"I don't see the shadow of Tier IV."

The man shook his head slowly: "And my guards are still in their posts. As for the periphery, it doesn't matter."

In the winter, Jacques bowed his head, not knowing what the stimulus was, and raised his head sharply, suddenly pulling the trigger against the white-haired man!

boom! boom! boom!

The flames exploded in mid-air, and the air suddenly twisted, a hot figure, the figure in black leather tight leather tumbled out, a large wave of rose-red long hair pouring down like a waterfall, the woman was covering her shoulders, and still carried a few in pain. Quit gas.

"Shoot an old lady?"

boom!

The black rock fort broke through a large hole three meters high, and the expressionless hero stood with a shoulder-resistant RPG standing on the top of the silver-gray armor. The boy in the peaked cap laughed aloud in the car: "Sister JOJO, I said explosive Well, it's smooth, let's eat this time. "

In the winter, Jacques turned his muzzle, facing the hero who showed his upper body. Unexpectedly, the chandelier over the sky suddenly fell. In the winter, Jacques turned over and avoided, firing two shots in Teng Nuo and hitting on a wire.

Yin Xiong retracted the rope without expression.

The white-haired man stood up ugly: "Who are you?"

"Krooma."

Sister JOJO interface, she glanced at the white-haired man, and compared the photos: "The manipulator of the Great Devil Lake, the prophet of alpha-level radioactive corpses, is not so good."

A little blue flame spread quickly, the man holding the cigar jumped off the armored car, and the head was surging behind him, and it was a fully armed Ryoma Guard!

"Don't talk so much nonsense, kill it."

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