I have a shelter

George opened his mouth and couldn't help but step back a few steps, afraid of making a sound to alarm the zombies.

"Here is a hoe, boss. How about we go dig some potatoes first? I always eat potatoes stewed with rats." This muffled voice suddenly rang in George's ears, frightening him so much that he almost jumped up.

George turned around and found that the big fool was holding a hoe and looking down at him. It was as if he didn't see the zombies.

George jumped up fiercely and slapped Alexander on the back of the head, making a crisp sound.

He roared in a low voice: "Put down that stupid thing! Didn't you fucking see over there?!"

Alexander touched the back of his head and felt a little wronged. He looked up at the group of ragged "kids" at the door.

The big fool was stunned for a long time, as if thinking about the reason why the boss was unhappy. But then he suddenly picked up the shield and rushed over without any warning!

It was like a bear overturning building blocks!

The zombies that were hit first fell down like they were crushed by a tank, and those that were touched by the big guy flew everywhere. But more zombies rushed in from the door in this excitement!

Alexander was directly submerged by the zombies, but with a roar and a bang, the zombies on his body flew away, and it seemed that they could not do anything to this angry bear.

Obviously, this bodyguard can easily move among the zombies, but his boss is the one who suffered.

The zombies on the edge have begun to walk towards George.

Looking at this scene, George grabbed his hair and wanted to yell - he didn't want to fight the zombies here directly. According to his idea, at least he had to change places and separate these zombies.

But the big guy directly poked down this hornet's nest!

Two zombies have arrived one after another. George swung the hammer, knocked one down, and kicked the other away. Then he heard the sound of wind coming from behind him. After rolling around in a panic, he found that there were already six or seven zombies rushing towards him!

George's heart suddenly beat wildly, and he complained inwardly. He turned around and ran behind the sundries.

"Come and protect me!!!" I don't know if this shouting is useful, but the boss still shouted this sentence while running away.

Obviously, the bodyguard couldn't hear this Chinese sentence clearly, but it worked. After hearing it, the big guy rushed towards George. After a rumbling roar and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the zombies blocking Alexander were knocked around like earthen tiles.

The zombies that were chasing George were crushed by the tanks, but the scene became more chaotic.

Although the big guy was extremely fierce, he couldn't attract all the zombies to him. Especially those zombies that were knocked away by him, there would always be some who got up from the ground again and ran around crazily following the footsteps.

Before long, chaotic zombies were everywhere in the mill!

On the other hand, George always encountered zombies coming towards him while wandering, and what was worse was that there would be zombies falling from the sky. While he used the terrain to deal with the scattered zombies, he observed the surroundings and found that the zombies around him would gather together in a while, like the siege of Alexander, and completely surround him.

But he did not have the strength of a bodyguard. Obviously, if five or six zombies rushed over together, his life would have to be explained here.

"I really fucked the stray dogs!!"

After smashing a zombie's head, George looked at the group of zombies running behind him with tears streaming down his face. He jumped into a temporarily quiet wine trough, listened to the dense footsteps coming from above his head, and picked up the holy book on his waist.

Maybe it's not too late to recite a eulogy for myself now

'Pah! I'm going to recite a war song - Boss, don't fool me'

In his mind, George, sweating profusely, prepared to put a bookmark first

In this world, clergy have always had a habit of fighting - singing hymns. They believed that the name of God could drive away the evil spirits.

And now, this unbeliever had to grasp this last straw.

When George sang "Punish in the Name of God", the first zombie had already jumped into the wine trough. George looked at the pair of dead eyes that suddenly became confused in front of him, swung the Holy Book and knocked it aside. Jumped into another wine trough.

"Sweep away evil, pity the weak, fearless"

The hymn in his mouth never stopped, and this embarrassing hymn that gave him goose bumps seemed to have some effect. The zombies around him slowed down in a very obvious state, and the zombies who saw his eyes would immediately become confused.

After seeing this effect, George glared and sang more vigorously.

It was just that occasionally looking at the Holy Book seemed a bit strenuous

"Fortunately I put a bookmark! ! '

There were fewer and fewer zombies rushing over, and George began to use the terrain, carrying the "brick" and the hammer, while fighting with the scattered zombies.

As the hymn became clearer and louder, some zombies with missing arms and legs began to crawl out in a hurry.

The zombies no longer planned to surround him as before. Only a few zombies with the most intact bodies followed him reluctantly.

These stupid guys were soon tripped by debris and were dealt with one by one by George.

"Fuck, I actually memorized it."

George wiped the sweat from his forehead, and at this time he found that he had actually circled the barn. And the mill outside was almost quiet. Only occasionally there were sounds of running and falling.

The zombies outside were screaming, and the silly voices like "little skinny guy, little dwarf, strangle you to death, throw you to death" were clearly heard.

Hearing such familiar words, George's eyebrows couldn't help twitching.

A zombie flew over, fell beside the door, slowly stood up, and walked into the barn. When George saw it, he suddenly found that he could also see its notes.

[Rotten Zombie]

[Comprehensive Combat Power: 1 (They were some poor and weak refugees in their lifetime, and they really had no military power. But these things are very scary at night. And those who are infected and corrupted by them will gradually become the same as them.)]

'I can guess their combat power without these words. '

Without talking nonsense with it, George directly swung the holy book like moving bricks and hit it on the head. The zombie's head was knocked crooked, and George tripped it and kicked its rotten head.

After walking out of the barn door, he found three more guys who were confused in the hymns. Because they were slow to react, they were all knocked to the ground by him with a few hammers.

After taking two breaths, George felt a little tired. He didn't go to the mill until it was almost quiet there, and then he slowly walked over.

The whole mill was full of corpses, only Alexander was sitting on a wine trough, eating a bunch of black sausages.

After seeing this scene, George felt relieved.

'This guy is really capable. He didn't get hurt by so many zombies. ' George thought, while shaking his sore arms and sitting on a shelf.

After this sudden relaxation, he realized how tired he was and felt that he was about to collapse.

"Look through the pockets of the corpse to see if there is anything." He said to his bodyguard weakly.

"No, it's dirty." Alexander chewed the sausage and looked at his boss with his eyes wide open.

"Maybe there will be potatoes or something to eat." George said lightly.

Alexander turned over the corpse.

Sighing secretly, George took off his gloves and turned over the scroll to observe.

He found that there were only more than 20 monsters left on the map, which meant that the two of them had just killed almost 30 zombies!

"I killed at most six or seven, and they were all leftovers. This big guy was rampaging in the crowd for so long, and his clothes were not even scratched! Could it be that so many zombies surrounded him, and he was able to parry and block them?! This guy didn't fight with brute force! He's quite powerful!" Touching the sweat on his neck, George couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

George couldn't help but look at the scroll again, and found that the big guy's attributes were still the same - he couldn't see his strength clearly!

But there seemed to be some changes in himself.

He found that his physical fitness had increased by 0.1, reaching 1.3. But his combat power did not change.

He couldn't help but look at the little blue dot on the scroll again - Alexander. Looking at the [Comprehensive Combat Power Rating: C (R)], George frowned slightly, wondering how big the difference between the two was.

The scroll seemed to have heard his thoughts - or perhaps his thoughts would affect the font changes. He saw that Alexander's combat power suddenly had an additional description: [Anyway, I can beat at least 10 of you. ]

"Ahem, it seems that it's still a little inaccurate."