What if there are too many Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Everyone didn't understand Xining's order at first, and they didn't understand why the manpower was suddenly increased.When the convoy suddenly encountered a large number of zombies on the way back, everyone was surprised by Xining's foresight.

"The captain is wise, the sixth sense is too strong!" Xining's team members didn't take this accident too seriously at first, and they still had the heart to joke with him during the fierce battle.

Only Xining frowned, and shot the head of a slowly approaching zombie with a gun, always feeling that the zombies he met this time were more organized than before, and it didn't seem like they were gathered together by chance.

He reminded everyone to be cautious, and the team members cheered up and cooperated with each other to successfully repel this wave of zombie attacks.

But before everyone took a breather, another wave of more zombies emerged from the ruins on both sides of the road, and they were surrounded.

Since when have zombies been so strategic?Everyone felt that something was wrong: "Why do these disgusting guys seem to be coming at us?" "Yes, and there are too many of them, it's like stabbing a zombie nest!"

The attack target of the zombies is very clear, and Xi Ning also thinks that going on like this will not work.His estimation of the danger was not accurate enough before, and the zombies may be more than the current wave, and they cannot continue to stay here with so many precious supplies.If the entire convoy is surrounded by zombies, it will be a devastating blow to the base.

Blowing off a zombie's head again, he commanded calmly: "Leave a few motorcycles, the second team drove back to the base to ask for support, and the remaining vehicles were activated. The third team went to the front to open the way, and the first team joined me in the rear."

This time, the team members didn't act immediately when they heard the order, and they all hesitated.

Everyone knows that the person who stays at the end of the line is the most dangerous.The first team is Xining's permanent team, and they have the best relationship with Xining, even though they are all persuading: "Captain, you can get in the car too, as long as there are a few of us behind."

"Don't waste time, obey the order." Xining looked serious, keeping his eyes on the zombies in front of him.Both hands have quickly replaced the new magazines, and raised the gun to shoot again.

The team members didn't dare to argue anymore, the three teams quickly went to the front to open the way, the convoy moved slowly again, and Xining led a team to stay at the end to snipe the zombies.

Under the gray sky, on both sides of the dilapidated road, the mechanically moving stiff living dead are like an army of death, which makes everyone's heart heavy.

Xining looked at those ugly humanoid monsters with gray faces, bruised skin, and empty mouths, and thought that he might become such a "zombie king" too, and his face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

He paused, raised his hand and fired bursts, and the zombies in the front row immediately fell to the ground like crops under a harvester.

"Captain awesome!" It's been a while, but the team members still maintain a good attitude.

In such an apocalyptic world, one day counts as one day, and those with a bad mentality have already collapsed.

After more than half an hour of fighting, this wave of zombies was almost cleared up again. They turned their heads to look at the direction of the convoy, and were also preparing to move towards the base.

Due to the destruction of mutated plants, the road conditions in various places are now very poor. If the base does not come out regularly to clean up the roads, the original roads will almost disappear here.

Therefore, the driving speed of the convoy is probably only a little faster than the speed of people running at full strength, and they can still see the tail of the convoy after fighting the zombies for so long.

But just as they were about to retreat, another wave of zombies came over from the nearby ruins, and what was surprising was that everyone could clearly feel that the speed of this group of zombies had increased a lot.

"Captain, have you seen these zombies have taken stimulants, why are they running?" Some team members couldn't help but have bad associations.

Xining looked at the front with a solemn expression.

Since there will be a "zombie king" in the future, the zombies must have evolved.With so many accidents happening this time, even the zombies have become unusual. It seems that his guess is correct. This should be the plot point of his infection with the zombie virus.

It's just that I don't know what will happen to the players around me. Although we only got along for a week, Xining has already regarded them as his comrades-in-arms.

He changed another magazine with a heavy heart, and joined the team in the battle again.In the face of zombies, you can't expose your back to the opponent, at least you have to eliminate this time's zombies before you can wait for an opportunity to leave.

The sound of "bang bang" kept ringing.But this time the zombies were much more flexible, and several of them escaped the bullets and jumped directly a few meters in front of them.

At this time, if the shooting fails, it will be very dangerous. Several strong players took off the iron rods they had been carrying and other cold weapons from their backs and stepped forward.

But the zombies seemed to be endless to kill. Not long after, a team member who ran out of ammunition appeared, and without the slightest hesitation, he took off the weapon behind his back and joined the front row.

After two hours of continuous fighting with almost no rest, even Xining felt tired, his arms were sore, and his fingers were stinging from too much pulling the trigger.

Fortunately, the first team is the most elite team in the base. All the members are well-trained and skilled in cooperation. Although the speed of this wave of zombies has increased, the number is smaller than the previous two waves. They worked together and wiped out all of them.

Finally, there was a dead silence all around, leaving only zombies with broken heads all over the ground, and a gust of wind blew through, rolling up a stench.

The condition of the team members was not very good, and Xining didn't bother to carefully observe whether there were any zombies, so he quickly issued an order: "Retreat!"

Everyone got on their motorcycles, and Xining habitually stayed at the end. The team members also got used to the leader leading by example, and drove away one by one.

Xi Ning looked around for a week, and was about to start the motorcycle when his eyes suddenly narrowed.A zombie suddenly jumped out of the pile of zombies on the ground, and rushed towards him at an alarming speed.

Fortunately, Xi Ning had been on guard against this situation, and suddenly pulled out the iron rod from behind, waved his hands, half of the zombie's head was shattered, and fell to the ground with a plop.

He only glanced at it, and then he lifted his long legs and sat astride the motorcycle, but there was a sound of piercing in the air, and a black shadow shot towards Xining like an arrow that had left the string.

In a blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of an old machete with a blade full of notches. When it was thrown like a javelin, he immediately turned over to dodge. Unexpectedly, another old machete also arrived in an instant, blocking the direction in which he was evading.

Xining couldn't dodge in time, the broken knife lightly brushed his shoulder and flew obliquely into the overgrown ruins not far away.He glanced over his shoulder quickly and saw that the camouflage uniform had been cut with a knife.

But now there is no time for him to observe carefully, he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the broken knife, and a thin zombie with a figure like a piece of paper suddenly appeared there like a ghost.

The emaciated zombie stood there straight, the exposed skin was still purple, but it was a bit too clean compared to most smelly zombies, the most striking thing was that it was like two pools of stagnant water The pitch-black eyes always make people feel that there is some consciousness hidden in them.

If Lin Mingxiu was here, he would recognize that these are mutant zombies that only appear in large numbers in the middle of the novel.This kind of zombie is generally enhanced in terms of speed, intelligence, etc., and can also control ordinary zombies. It is a very difficult existence to deal with.

Xi Ning had already raised his gun to take aim, ready to fight, and waited for the zombies to come into range.Unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly stepped backwards and jumped a few meters away, and disappeared within a few breaths.

At this time, there was a roar of engines coming from far and approaching. It should be that the team members who had left before turned back when they saw that he did not keep up.At this moment, Xining's focus was still on the direction where the emaciated zombie left, and he just casually glanced to the side with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"Xining—"

Jiang Zhensheng was not proficient in driving a motorcycle. When he saw Xining from a distance, he couldn't help showing a smile, and couldn't wait to call out his name. The voice was full of emotion, as if they had been separated for many years. It's only a week.

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Xining's mouth. Jiang Zhensheng had already accelerated the motorcycle to the highest speed, bumping on the bumpy ground like a roller coaster, and from time to time, a personal car would separate.

When he finally got close to Xining, Jiang Zhensheng was overturned, and the motorcycle slid out against the ground.Fortunately, he was extremely athletic, and jumped out of the car ahead of time, jumping directly in front of Xi Ning.

"This time I was so anxious, I thought you didn't come." Jiang Zhensheng still hadn't stood still.He opened his arms and hugged Xining, his tone full of joy of regaining what was lost.

Xining was a little uncomfortable from being strangled, and when he looked up, he saw the returning team members looking at them in surprise. Xining was a little embarrassed, and pushed Jiang Zhensheng away with some strength.

"Captain, just now we met this person in front, he said he knew you, so it's true?" Some team members couldn't stop looking at them, very curious about their relationship.

Jiang Zhensheng immediately put his arms on Xining's shoulders, raised his chest and said, "I can still lie to you, your captain and I are old friends!"

Xining nodded slightly, because he didn't want to lie, and didn't explain why he knew Jiang Zhensheng, anyway, Jiang Zhensheng would spread the word himself later.

"Let's go back."

Xining turned around and was about to get on the motorcycle again, when a sharp-eyed team member suddenly screamed: "Captain, your shoulder is injured?!"

Xining looked down, and saw a small wound in the middle of the clothes that had been torn by the weapon thrown by the zombie, and blood was still oozing slightly.

It's just that the wound is obviously not right, the surrounding skin has turned blue-purple, and even the blood is faintly gray, not pure bright red.

The author has something to say:

不好意思，写末世丧尸给我写懵了，又不能不写，捂脸，跪求各位小天使原谅。感谢在2022-02-2823:49:49~2022-03-0321:12:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 101 bottles of Flying Bubble Gum;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!