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

Wu Boxue hastily ordered and prepared to go to the research room.

But at this moment, several scientific researchers came to the door of the command room with several boxes, and said, "Prince, Chief, at this time, the No. 1 drug developed by the doctor has a total of [-] pieces."

When Wu Boxue and Li Changqing heard the words, a bleak smile finally appeared on their pale and anxious cheeks.

Li Changqing stepped forward quickly, took the box from the scientific researcher, and ordered to an officer in the command room: "Immediately send the No. 1 agent to the defense lines of the seven sides, and tell all the soldiers that napalm bombs and cluster bombs will be used soon." Bomb, get ready to retreat and take cover!"

Chapter 224 Exhaustion, the spirit of dying rather than surrendering, the seven defensive lines are broken

The seven-party defense line is on the battlefield.

As the duration of the war stretched, looking around, there were corpses everywhere.

The deep pits bombarded by shells were buried and filled up by human and zombie corpses.

The cracks in the ground were filled with dark red sticky matter.

It exudes a strong smell of blood and rancidity.

Mixed with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The smell was disgusting and indescribable.

The high-altitude fighter jets and helicopters withdrew from the battlefield one after another as their ammunition was exhausted.

on the ground.

Regardless of zombies or humans, they all stepped on the corpses to fight.

Look carefully.

One by one, one arm of the zombies was cut off, or one leg was broken by an empty bullet, or a blood hole appeared in the chest.

Black blood flowed from the wound.

Its appearance made the already ferocious zombie look even more frightening.

This injury, placed on a human being, is enough to be fatal.

But it has no effect on zombies.

They dragged their bleeding bodies, limping, growling and roaring.

Biting the body of the rushing personnel.

Cruelly shot the head of the personnel.

Using sharp, sharp nails, piercing through a person's chest, pulling out a warm, slightly beating heart and chewing it in his mouth.

Or forcefully press a person under him, successfully infect him, and then stand up.

Tiredness, powerlessness, exhaustion.

Not a single star can be seen on the zombies.

On the other hand, the soldiers in the patrol room.

Everyone's eyes were red and bloodshot, half-closed.

The dark circles under the eyes are so conspicuous.

It seemed that he would fall asleep at any time due to being too sleepy.

Although they were fighting with zombies, they continued to charge.

But every step I took was so difficult and powerless.

Originally wielding a long knife fiercely, powerfully, and domineeringly, now it looks soft and soft.

Even more powerless than a woman without a chicken.

In addition, as the sharp long knife killed too many zombies, gaps appeared on the blade.

Even if they slashed with all their strength and hit the zombie's body with a blow, it would be difficult to cause serious damage to the zombie.

All of them were panting heavily, their lips chapped.

There are signs of impending sudden death.

"Captain, kill me, I really have no strength left."

"I beg you Captain, I really don't want to be like those beasts."

A soldier didn't even know that he had been fighting zombies for days and nights.

He was lying on all fours on the pile of corpses, panting heavily.

Seeing everything with both eyes is useless, and with a bloody smell in his throat, he pleaded to the captain in an inaudible voice.

He thought about self-understanding, but his whole body was sore.

He didn't have the strength to complete even such a slight move as lifting his finger.

Before he was exhausted, he also thought about dying with the zombies.

The ammunition that can be air-dropped for support has already been exhausted.

Except this person.

Under the consumption of zombies, exhausted fighters abound.

Looking at the rushing zombies, they feebly urged their companions to kill themselves.

Even if they die, they don't want to be infected by zombies, they don't want to be a member of the zombie group, and in turn kill their compatriots.

And the companions beside them looked at the comrades who were born and died with them, and listened to the prayers of the comrades, but they still couldn't raise the butcher's knife.

This is his comrade in arms who killed zombies and defended his homeland.

How could they easily end their lives just because they were unable to move.

As long as they rest for a while, they can still continue to kill zombies vigorously.

"Ah! Beast! Offal! Die!"

In the end, one of the companions dragged the same tired and weak body, and rushed towards the rushing zombies.

A long knife that has lost its edge can neither kill zombies.

They used their mouths to imitate the appearance of zombies.

Biting the neck of the zombie violently one by one, biting off the neck, separating the head from the body.

The long knife has lost its edge to kill the enemy.

They resolutely dropped their long knives and tightly held the steel ball grenades they had hidden.

Looking at his comrades affectionately, showing the last smiling face in his life, he rushed towards the rushing zombies.

"Hahaha... Come on, don't you know how to bite? I can bite you to death!"

"You demons crawled out of hell, I will send you back to hell right now!"

"Brother, my hands are covered with the blood of zombies, and will never be stained with the blood of my compatriots. Live well!"

Amidst the weak shouts, all the soldiers standing on the defensive line were doing the last wave of fighting before exhaustion.

Use your life to hold the line of defense from being breached.

Use your life to buy time for your companions to rest and for the time for the support troops to arrive.

In their hearts, there is only one belief.

I can die, but the defense line must not be broken!

The captain looked at the spirit of the team members who would rather die than surrender, and were unwilling to retreat.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the red eyes.

"You must hold on, the support troops will arrive soon."

"Believe me, as long as I have breath, I will never allow you to give up your lives so easily!"

"The future of Wu Kingdom depends on you to protect it!"

The captain held the handle of the knife with both hands, propped the blade on the ground, and stood up with difficulty.

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, he forced a mouthful of strength, and rushed into the crowd of zombies with heavy and slow steps.

With this breath, the heads of the zombies were chopped off to protect the lives of the next team members who fell powerlessly to the ground.

Roar--

But right now.

The reinforcements that every fighter prayed for did not arrive.

A series of clear and loud corpse roars came from the front of the defensive line.

looked up.

In front of the defense line, the soil layer suddenly cracked in the area not affected by the bad weather.

Zombie palms protruded from the soil layer one by one.

In the blink of an eye, zombies crawled out of the soil one by one.

They are like evil spirits, like hungry beasts, covered in mud, rushing towards the defensive line quickly and blending into the battlefield.

Faced with the support of the sudden rush of zombies, the exhausted soldiers have no extra strength to resist.

In everyone's eyes, as the support zombie group entered the arena, death emerged.

The soldier who was resting on the ground under the protection of his comrades.

The hope of life just ignited in the eyes.

The flames were immediately extinguished by groups of zombies.

It seemed that they were exhausted and unable to move.

Their life and death are already doomed.

It cannot be changed at all.

And they can only watch helplessly as their companion who was protecting them just a second ago gets his head twisted off by zombies and becomes infected...

They struggled again and again to stand up and fight the zombies, but they all ended in failure.

Watching companions die tragically, watching companions being infected and becoming zombies killing compatriots.

They could only make hoarse growls.

Can only wash my face with tears.

I can only use all kinds of vicious language to curse this group of demons and beasts that crawled out of hell!

"You see, what a painful thing it is to be alive."

"Come on, let me save you, help you out of the sea of ​​suffering, out of pain."

Amidst their curses, the zombies were not punished.

Cheng Yong, who rushed into the battlefield following the group of zombies, appeared in front of them.

There was a teasing look in his eyes, and a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Stretch out the sinful claws and scratch their skin lightly.

Let the zombie virus drill into their bodies and transform their bodies.

Give them new life!

as they become infected.

It also indicates that all the soldiers on the seven defense lines will be killed.

The seven defense lines are broken!

Chapter 225 Prove Your Ability to the King

The human fighters were exhausted, and it was expected that the seven defensive lines were breached by zombies.

The hordes of zombies disturbed by the weather suddenly came from the underground to support them, which only accelerated the speed at which the defense line was breached.