I, the zombie mother, will assimilate 100 million at the beginning.

"kill!!!"

Holding long knives and wearing grenades, they encouraged themselves with shouts, overcame their inner fear, and rushed to the battlefield.

Facing the oncoming zombies, they trembled in fear, but did not back down.

Adapting to the long knife in his hand, he slashed and killed the zombies indiscriminately, and rushed into the corpses with a grenade...

But the mere tens of millions of people joining are still a mob that was put together temporarily.

Faced with more and more powerful zombies entering the arena, how can we turn the tide of battle?

……

Xiao Wenjing ran wildly all the way, and arrived at the defensive line that was torn apart by the rats in the shortest time.

The raging fire was extinguished after being stepped on by countless zombies.

The ground is full of zombies, mutant beasts and human corpses.

Faced with zombie groups and mutant beasts who wanted to cross the defense line, human beings fought bravely without fear of death.

Use countless flesh and blood to block the advance of the zombie group.

Their perseverance and dedication are admirable.

but.

This has nothing to do with Xiao Wenjing!

Xiao Wenjing's whole body was wrapped in bones, she turned her palms, and two bone knives appeared in her hands.

Like a gust of wind in the dark night, she rushed into the battlefield silently.

Incarnate as the god of death, and use the bone knife instead of the sickle in the hand of the god of death to harvest.

Wherever she passed, the heads were separated from the body one by one, with blood flying around in circles in the night.

Blossoming bright blood flowers bloom, coquettish, beautiful, but full of desolation.

"Devil! Go to hell!"

A patrol room officer looked at the unstoppable Xiao Wenjing.

Three or five people rushed towards Xiao Wenjing hand in hand, surrounded her and detonated the grenade.

It was going on one after another.

Trying to use this method in vain to create the king of zombies again, or kill her!

But all means are futile in front of Xiao Wenjing.

Xiao Wenjing, who is wrapped in bone armor, can not only ignore the damage of guns.

After the fourth level of evolution, ordinary shells can't even shake the bones.

Xiao Wenjing didn't evade the suicide-like death method of the officers in the patrol room.

Go straight through the blood mist...

In less than 5 minutes, Xiao Wenjing directly smashed through the defensive line.

She stood on the "mountain" where the corpses of the officers in the patrol room were piled up, showing the demeanor of a king.

Looking at the city in the distance, she took the lead in charging.

Lead the zombie group that crossed the defense line, and lead the army that rushed forward one after another.

Head straight to the city!

……

at the same time.

The defensive line personnel on all sides fell into a passive state.

Facing ability zombies, the efficiency of their suicide blocking is greatly reduced.

Countless people did not rush into the lost group.

It was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Thousands of arrows pierced through the vines that broke through the ground.

It was crushed into blood mud by the invisible gravity.

quilt……

What was previously evenly matched turned into a massacre in an instant.

"After leaving a team behind, the rest quickly withdrew and established a new line of defense with the reinforcements that arrived!"

Tie Hourong chopped off a zombie in half with a single knife, and looked at the slaughtered battlefield.

He ignored whether all the people in the rear city were evacuated, and decisively issued an order to retreat.

Tie Hourong's order was issued, and immediately spread to the ears of the commanders of the defense lines of all parties as quickly as possible, and to the ears of all the officers in the patrol room.

Without any hesitation, the tanks, chariots, and artillery vehicles drove to the rear first.

The patrol room personnel immediately followed and evacuated as quickly as possible.

In the end, only a small number of patrol room personnel were left to fight with the zombies, so as to gain enough time for the retreating compatriots.

After Tie Hourong gave the order, he did not follow and evacuate.

Still rushing to the front, using all the strength in his body, he kept chopping ordinary zombies to the ground.

"Sir, leave this to us, you go!"

A team leader who was fighting with the zombies saw that Tie Hourong hadn't evacuated for a long time, and immediately urged him.

And regardless of Tie Hourong's wishes.

He directly ordered the team members behind him to take Tie Hourong away forcefully.

But with this distraction, a zombie rushed in front of the squad leader, piercing his chest with one blow.

"Victory always belongs to human beings!"

The team leader felt the pain coming from his chest, looked at Tie Hourong who was being carried away, and shouted with his last breath.

At the same time, he wanted to detonate the grenade on his body.

But the rushing zombies didn't give him a chance at all.

He ruthlessly bit his arm and gnawed at his body.

Vigorously biting off a piece of flesh, chewing with enjoyment.

Letting the warm blood spurt out hit his face, he kept howling with excitement.

"Victory always belongs to human beings!"

The officers of the patrol room behind the pad looked at the tragic death of the squad leader and shouted in unison.

All of them showed the expression of a strong man who is gone forever.

Holding a long knife in one hand to slash at the oncoming zombies, and holding a grenade in the other, he rushed into the lost group.

Use your own life to buy more time for your compatriots to retreat.

Accompanied by the evacuation of the patrol room personnel.

The sun that rises in the morning also tears up the darkness little by little.

The piercing eyes struggled to climb up the mountain, shining on the earth.

Drive out the darkness and let the light reappear in the world.

but.

The light that shines is not hope.

The officers in the patrol room behind were all killed in a short 10 minutes.

Roar! !

Ow! !

Countless zombies howled and rushed across the defense line, chasing after the retreating patrol room army.

Rush towards the distant city!

this moment.

The sunshine that shines on the earth may be the beginning of despair for human beings.

But for the zombies, it is the arrival of new hope!

……

"The defensive line... is broken!"

in front of the screen.

Countless spectators watched in dismay at the scene of blood flowing into rivers and corpses forming mountains.

They couldn't help closing their eyes, not daring to continue looking.

Hundreds of thousands, millions of people sacrificed in the patrol room...

Still forced to retreat again by the zombie army!

The defensive line... finally lost!

All the gunshots and cannons of resistance, in the end, there was only the sound of the wind welcoming the morning.

The cold wind!

At this moment, all the audience was at a loss.

After the defense line of the moat was breached by zombies, only millions of zombies rushed out.

In just a few days, one-third of the cities in Wu Kingdom fell.

Right now, an army of tens of millions of zombies has crossed the defensive line, accompanied by countless mutant beasts.

Can the retreating police officers really guard the homes behind them?

Wu Guo, in this disaster, can it really continue to stand firm?

Facing the oncoming zombies, does he really have another chance to escape! ?

All this, no one knows.

……

When the zombie army broke through the defense line.

Wang Zhen also walked out of the blocked area.

His eyes were full of wisdom, and he walked among the cities, looking for places with signals.

In the end, he stopped in a city, and with the help of a weak signal, he started to operate with his mobile phone...

Chapter 142 A lively group chat, a live broadcast room alone

"Brothers, I'm back!"

After some operations, Wang Zhen successfully logged into his account, found a group chat, clicked on it, and excitedly sent a message.

It took only a few seconds for the message to be sent before someone showed up.

"Fuck, landlord, are you really still alive? Could it be that your account was hacked?"

"Grass, who the hell are you kid, pretending to be our landlord, believe it or not, I will destroy you!"

"Boy, you dare to steal our landlord's account, I will track down your location now, you boy, don't run away!"

Following Wang Zhen's message, a few seconds later, the originally deserted group chat instantly became lively.

All the speakers were questioning Wang Zhen's identity, and many people even used technical means to lock his IP.

No one believed that the author who originally published "Three Steps to Survive Successfully Under Disaster!" is still alive.

Many of them knew very well that Wang Zhen was from Tanzhou.