Doomsday tour

The snow mountain camp is backed by a cliff, and there are trees around the camp. If the management of the camp hadn't strictly prohibited cutting down the forest in this area, I am afraid that these trees would have been reduced to firewood.

The snow mountain camp is not big, and the surrounding trees are wrapped with dense wires to form a simple protective wall. The camp used to rely on the three layers of barbed wire and the deep and staggered trenches on the outside to barely resist the zombies. offensive.

"The total number of humans in the camp is 830, and the total number of armed personnel is 530. The initial estimate of the number of zombies outside the camp is [-]. Compared with the difference in numbers between the two sides, ammunition reserves and defensive measures, I am not optimistic about the survival of this camp." Rong Zijie Pushing the "sunglasses" on the bridge of his nose, a large amount of data was formed on his retina. The blue dots representing zombies surrounded the camp like a vast ocean, while the red dots with life fluctuations huddled in the camp, appearing Rare and pitiful.

Zuo Qingyan stared at him for a long time, then asked seriously: "It's so dark, don't you think you can't see clearly while wearing something so dark?"

"will not."

Zuo Qingyan looked left and right, reached out and took off the sunglasses on Rong Zijie's face and put them on his own face. The sunglasses with pupil image recognition system unceremoniously refused Zuo Qingyan's use, and his eyes were suddenly dark .

"...What magic weapon is this?" Zuo Qingyan took off his sunglasses and asked curiously.

"It's not a magic weapon."

"Is that an artifact?"

Rong Zijie's smile flashed: "Every time I chat with you, I have an unparalleled sense of superiority over my IQ."

"what?"

"Forget it, I know you don't understand, don't make things difficult for your poor brain, it has degenerated to the point where it only knows how to eat." Rong Zijie patted Zuo Qingyan's shoulder sympathetically, and walked out of the room secretly .

Zuo Qingyan scratched his head, his long and short hair felt frizzy, not as smooth as before, he sighed, and followed him out.

"Why don't you wear that thing?" Zuo Qingyan asked.

"Put it away, it will be strange for others to see it." Rong Zijie explained in a low voice.

"I also find it very strange." Zuo Qingyan tried to explain that he was also a member of "others".

"...Probably your IQ makes me feel safe." Rong Zijie said frankly.

Walking quickly to the street, the entire camp was mobilized, and there was a ten-meter-high wooden tower among the trees, and some armed personnel were shooting zombies on it.

The Snow Mountain camp is too small, and there is not even an arsenal. All the weapons and bullets are traded from the nearby Baiyun camp, and some of them are brought by the traveling merchant group in the desert settlement. Naturally, they are extremely precious, but now they are Sprinkle it down like you don't want money.

It's a pity that the number of zombies is desperately large.

"Why are there so many zombies gathered together?" Zuo Qingyan murmured looking at the zombies breaking through the barbed wire outside the forest.

"Swarm instinct." Rong Zijie guessed suspiciously, "Or worse, they have a command, and the commanding one is probably an intelligent zombie."

"Smart zombie..." Zuo Qingyan imagined it for a while, and felt that a zombie who played the piano, sang and read a book would howl twice was too hurt to his nerves.

But at this moment, Rong Zijie's mind is full of zombies eating hot pot with a fan, and the hot hot pot makes him howl excitedly...

I have to say that the brain circuits of these two people are similar in some respects.

The dense crowd of zombies outside the camp was like a tidal wave, and the rough barbed wire defense couldn't stop the zombies coming forward at all, not to mention that there were also various mutated zombies mixed inside.

The barbed wire in front suddenly made a toothache creaking sound, and the sound of the wire breaking was still clear amidst the sound of tens of thousands of zombies hitting the barbed wire and knocking down the tree by its roots. Rong Zijie's expression changed, and he pulled the left Qing Yan quickly ran to the back.

The camp was in chaos. People who had never encountered so many zombies at one time were overwhelmed by the sense of oppression brought by such a terrifying number. Only the tried and tested corpse hunters who were hovering on the edge of life and death could keep shooting. The timid one couldn't even hold the gun.

Rong Zijie turned over to the house, only the two-story low stone house provided him with a better view, the situation was extremely critical, and the barbed wire defense line was already in jeopardy under the terrifying attack power of mutant zombies, only the calmest hunter Zombies can also aim precious bullets at mutant zombies at this time.

Howling zombies bring a nightmarish experience in this night of moonlight and death.

Zuo Qingyan was also a little stupid. The barbed wire fence on the north side of the camp had been cut off one by one by the secondary mutant zombies with bone knives. Countless zombies were rushing towards the camp. , the entire camp was filled with the howling of zombies and the cries of humans, and the dense gunfire added terror and tremor to this chaotic night.

It is more cruel than any war, because at this moment, human beings are not facing flesh and blood enemies like themselves, but zombies coveting their flesh and blood. They are tireless and never satisfied. Even if limbs are severed, as long as the brain is not destroyed He opened his mouth without hesitation to bite.

The zombies rushing into the camp surrounded under the shooting tower and began to attack the wooden tower. The tower was crumbling. The people on the tower had no choice but to frantically shoot at the tide of zombies, but the zombies could never be killed. Their fate is only to be devoured and assimilated.

"What do you want to do?" Rong Zijie coldly stopped Zuo Qingyan who was about to step on the flying sword.

"Go save people."

The innocent answer made Rong Zijie sneer: "Save people? How many can you save? One, or two? Where will they be saved? Don't tell me it's the roof."

Zombies were everywhere as far as the eye could see. The sound of the two arguing quickly attracted a wave of zombies. They gathered around the stone house and circled around the house. Soon they began to hit the originally weak stone house with their bodies.

Holding a Desert Eagle in each hand, Rong Zijie ignored Zuo Qingyan and started shooting towards the house.

The surviving humans in the camp began to gather and retreat to the center. Rong Zijie put on his auxiliary sunglasses to understand the situation. The closed shutter door in the center of the camp suddenly opened, and seven or eight modified off-road vehicles rushed out of the house.There are sharp blades fixed on the periphery of the car, and as long as it brushes against the zombies, it can be cut in half.

The people in the car threw bombs to blast away the group of zombies in front of them, and threw gasoline on both sides to ignite them. The zombies had no instinct of fear of the fire at all. They let the fire start on their bodies unconsciously, and then gradually spread.

The most eye-catching thing is a supernatural person on the first car. It is too far away to see the face, but it should be a woman. She stands on the roof of the car and flips her hands. The fire spreads from both sides of the car. With the help, the zombies were quickly drawn into the sea of ​​flames. Her skills obviously had an explosion effect, and the zombies in front were almost blown away by her blasting all the way.

Rong Zijie snorted, and then looked at his companions squatting on the roof, throwing vine seeds and binding zombies, making them look like a group SM scene.

Finding a reliable partner is really important these days.