This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

At this time, an old off-road vehicle happened to pass by the door, Comb was sitting in the passenger seat of the vehicle, and the red vest was driving.

Zou Lang ran forward a few steps and blocked the driveway: "Where are the zombies? Give us a ride."

Comb did not refuse their help, ordered the car to be stopped, and let a few people sitting in the back get out of the car to take other vehicles, which took the four of them.

The red vest turned his head to look at the machine guns they held in their hands, and shrank his neck.Now he realized more clearly that these people were not easy to mess with.

Comb sat aside, holding an old-fashioned gun in his hand, a homemade mine pinned to his waist, and a shovel beside him.

Zou Lang looked at their equipment, "You're the only ones fighting zombies like this?" He suddenly felt that this group of old, weak, sick and disabled people are really lucky to live for so long.

Comb said: "Before the tide of corpses last winter, there was still a rescue team here. Because there is a hill to the north of this town, zombies rarely invade here. They go to the other side of the hill, and it is easier to get food. But because of the cold weather recently , They began to climb over the mountains and head south, and there were more zombies here."

In the past, there were only scattered zombies here. The last time they found large-scale zombies was when Wei Lin and the others came, and those people helped them clean up a few peculiar zombies. It was safe for a month, and there were new peculiar zombies. popped out.

The car passed by the town all the way, and Mijingtang looked at the side of the road. Most of the people who evacuated from the houses were children, old people and women.The baby's crying pierced the night sky, which was a bit ear-piercing, and he asked, "How about the casualties?"

Comb said: "I don't know yet, there are at least ten of them."

"How many people are there on your side?"

"More than 300, less than 150. The people who robbed just now are the surviving students here. There are more than [-] surviving teachers and high school students in the school. In a hospital next door, there are about [-] patients, doctors and nurses. Others people are scattered in the town. There are only a dozen strong men in the city."

As the car drove forward, there were more and more zombies on the side of the road.These zombies obviously came from the mountains, they were highly corrupted, and their clothes were in tatters.Some zombies bit the patrolling people, and those patrolling people were infected, turned around, and started walking towards the people.

Zou Lang asked in a low voice while shooting, "Instructor, why are these zombies not afraid of you?"

Mijingtang replied: "Their leader is a zombie of about the same level as me." He could understand the information conveyed by some of the zombie's roars.

When he gets along with zombies, it doesn't happen every time that he is strong. Zombies are more distinguished by their body odor. If the distance is too far, the contact time is too short, or there are too many zombies Mu Qiang's behavior will appear.

Sometimes when encountering zombies with similar levels, or zombies that have been marked by higher-level zombies, they will not be afraid of him.

The red vest slowed down the speed of the car, and several people started shooting from the car towards the side of the road, but as the number of zombies increased, it was difficult to reduce the number of zombies with such attacks, Mijingtang said: "Hey, Xu Yun, come down Car, meet up at the hotel!"

"Yes!" He Ye and Xu Yun got the order, took their guns and overturned out of the car.

The car continued to move forward, and the road conditions got worse the further it went, the red vest's driving skills were obviously not enough.Zou Lang couldn't see it, so he bullied him and said, "Are you eighteen? Do you have a driver's license?"

The red vest shook his head.Zou Lang pulled him away and said, "Get out of the way, I'll drive."

The red vest looked back at Comb, and seeing Comb nodding, he took off his seat belt, moved away from the driver's seat, and moved to the back row, sitting next to Mijingtang.

Zou Lang asked: "Where is the direction?"

Comb pointed, "To the northwest."

Zou Lang drove a car that was much more stable than the red vest. Mijingtang fired from the back row, and the bullets kept firing, killing ordinary zombies with one shot.The red vest sat on the sidelines, dumbfounded.

Mijingtang asked him, "How did you survive the tide of corpses last year?"

The red vest replied: "Last year, before the tide of corpses came, there was no warning. Zombies came suddenly, tens of thousands. In front of the zombies, all the young and strong people fled along the road. Due to the route of the corpses The problem is, on one side of the town, there is a small area reserved, where zombies have not invaded, including several residential areas, a school and a hospital. At that time, some teachers were accompanying the students, and some doctors and nurses were accompanying the seriously ill of the patients refused to leave. All of us who are still alive are survivors of this catastrophe."

Mijingtang finally understood why the people here were old, weak, sick and disabled. It was because they had no time to escape when the tide of corpses came, and they were lucky enough to take their lives.

Comb added in front, "Prepare to turn right." Then she turned around and said, "Sadly, those who ran early were drowned by corpses. At that time, the corpses went south along the highway until around City G , was intercepted. Missiles and tanks were dispatched and controlled.”

"So, how are you going to resist the tide of corpses this year?" Mijingtang asked again after firing two shots.

"We are renovating an underground air-raid shelter. Due to limited manpower, it should be completed in another month."

As soon as he said this, Zou Lang slammed on the brakes, and they had now reached the edge of the iron net in the town.

Under the moonlight, the cold air was almost frozen.Not far in front of the car, stood a peculiar zombie.

The peculiar zombie looked like a huge standing wolf, with white fluff growing on its body, but a humanoid zombie's head.At this time, it held a human arm in its hand, and its mouth was full of blood.Sensing the existence of Mijingtang, it turned around leisurely, and looked at them with a pair of eyes.The roar that crossed the town before was made by this zombie.

Comb shot the zombie.

Zou Lang stopped him and said, "Don't waste bullets, bullets from your gun can't hurt special zombies."

Mijingtang picked up the knife and turned over from the car, stretched out his hand and pulled out the long knife, the sharp blade flashed a white light under the moonlight, "Leave this to me, you go to help others."

This action made Comb stunned on the spot. She had already guessed that the identities of these people were not simple in the previous conversation.In her eyes, Mijingtang was the weakest among these people, with a pale complexion and a pair of glasses, but she couldn't figure out why the others obeyed Mijingtang's orders.Now when she saw that Mijingtang was actually facing the peculiar zombie, she wondered in surprise, did she miss seeing that this person is the one with the highest force value?

The wolf-shaped zombie saw Mijingtang running straight towards it, turned its head and passed through the broken iron net beside it, and ran towards a birch forest not far away.

Mijingtang also followed it through the protective iron net. This kind of battlefield is what he dreamed of. The more secluded the place, the more casualties can be reduced.

Mijingtang chased him into the forest, and a dozen zombies suddenly appeared in the dark birch forest, surrounding him.Every zombie rushed towards him with its fangs and claws.

Mijingtang looked sideways and counted the number of zombies, there were thirteen in total.He flew forward, and the knife in his hand cut off the heads of two ordinary zombies, and then the blade drew a circular arc with a cold light.The sharp blade cut across the mutated zombie's body, cut off some fur, and drew a long bloodstain.

The mutated zombie roared, raised the palm of its right hand, and attacked Mijingtang. Its two hands were deformed, like wolf claws, with sharp nails on each finger.Ordinary people are caught like this, either dead or injured.

Mijingtang dodged sideways, and the zombie's claws grabbed onto a nearby white birch tree. The thick trunk shook for a while, leaving several scratches and leaves falling one after another.

The peculiarity of this zombie lies in its speed, minions, and although the flesh and blood covered under the plush are somewhat rotten, its defense is not weak.It also has a peculiarity that other zombies do not have, that is, it can summon other zombies.A wolf is a pack animal, and this zombie is like a wolf king, making other zombies fight for it.

Such a peculiar zombie is almost invincible against ordinary people, and it is difficult to harm it even against special forces.Extremely fast, good stamina, human strength and reason will be worn away little by little in the struggle against it.

It's a pity that it met Mijingtang today.

A zombie of this level has a certain amount of wisdom, but its intelligence is definitely not as good as that of humans. Its weapons only have teeth and claws, which cannot compete with the special long knife in Mijingtang's hand.In the case where the two zombies were of similar levels and sizes, Mijingtang had an advantage.

In the blink of an eye, several ordinary zombies were chopped down by Mijingtang's blade and fell to the ground, the air was filled with the smell of blood.

This was Mijingdou's first battle against zombies since he became a zombie. He didn't feel that the monsters in front of him were his own kind. He wanted to protect those humans and fight for them.The zombified body has been enhanced in terms of strength and speed, and the places that could not be cut with all the strength before can now be cut with a little force.

As the number of ordinary zombies decreased, Mijingtang gradually gained the upper hand.

While resisting the attack of mutant zombies, he was attacking ordinary zombies at the same time.The rotting flesh and blood couldn't resist the sharp blade at all, and the blood splattered all over for a while.

After a few more moves, the last ordinary zombie also fell to the ground.

After dodging the blow from the mutated zombie, Mijingtang turned the handle of the knife in his hand and stabbed at it. The knife was very fast, and the long knife in his hand passed through the shoulder of the zombie and was pulled out quickly.

The wounded zombie roared, with a ferocious face, and bit Mijingtang. Mijingtang dodged it with a short body, but the clothes on the shoulders were still scratched by the zombie's claws, revealing several holes.

Mijingtang turned around, and the knife in his hand cut through the zombie's leg again, and the blade brought a string of dark red blood.

After the two hits were successful, Mijingdou still wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, but at this moment he suddenly felt a sharp cramping pain in his abdomen.He had been struggling for a long time, constantly testing his body's tolerance for hunger, but now that he started to exercise vigorously, his need for flesh and blood became stronger.He couldn't help squatting down, with one arm across his abdomen, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead. The temperature in the forest seemed to be lower than that in the town, and he felt that the flesh and blood in his body had frozen.

The zombie took advantage of the moment when Mijingtang lost his mind, turned around hastily, and ran towards the dense forest struggling.

Mijingtang bowed his head for a moment, then stood up again. Under the moonlight, his face was pale, and his ears could clearly hear the direction in which the zombies were fleeing.Mijingtang walked in that direction with a knife in his hand, and the birch leaves made a rustling sound under his feet.He walked very slowly, like a god of death approaching his prey step by step.

In the dense forest, the injured zombie gradually lost its strength, and it was quickly overtaken by Mijingtang.

Mijingtang slashed up again, from the zombie's back shoulder to the crotch, almost cutting the zombie in two.

The blood splashed by the zombie splashed on his body, and he had a bloodthirsty urge to tear the zombie in front of him into pieces.He wants to slaughter crazily, wants to occupy those flesh and blood, devour them, tear them apart.

Under the moonlight, Mijingdou's eyes had turned completely red.

The zombie was cornered and was still dying, a sharp claw slashed across Mijingtang's chest, cutting through his clothes and flesh, Mijingtang didn't seem to feel that he was injured.The knife in his hand continued to attack, cutting down one after another, seemingly tireless.Push the werewolf zombies back in the woods.

This is not the fighting technique he learned when he was a special soldier, it's just an instinct to fight zombies.

The knife in Mijingtang's hand pierced the zombie's chest again, but the damage was not enough to kill the peculiar zombie.

In the birch forest under the moonlight night, the white trunks reflect the moonlight, and the scars of the birch trees are like countless pairs of eyes, quietly watching all this.

Mijingtang threw away the knife in his hand, his eyes were cold, he raised his chin slightly, and looked directly at the ugly face of the mutated zombie, which seemed to contain no human emotions.

He held down the zombie's head with one hand, and struck with the other hand, piercing through the monster's head from the lower jaw. With the force of both hands, the rotting flesh was instantly penetrated, and his fingers directly attacked the brain.Then he withdrew his hand from the zombie's head, and the zombie's brains slid down his fingers.

The mutated zombie finally fell to the ground, with blood gushing from its throat, making a ho-ho sound,

After the fatal blow, Mijingtang pulled out the knife from the zombie's body, and only then did he feel the pain in his chest, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and his body's extreme desire for flesh and blood made him feel like vomiting, but he recovered Gaining some rationality, he didn't want to really eat the body of the monster in front of him. Amidst bursts of dizziness, he knelt down and fell into a warm embrace.

"Jingtang!" The zombies in the city had been cleared, and Zou Lang rushed in here to look for Yujingtang, regardless of the danger.This is what I saw.He rushed over in a few steps and took Mijingtang into his arms.

Lying in Zou Lang's warm embrace, Yu Jingtang raised his head with some difficulty. By the moonlight, he looked at Zou Lang's face and wanted to reach out his hand to grab him, but he realized that his hands were already bloody.He wanted to speak, but there was no strength at all. He moved his lips slightly, closed his eyes, and fell into a semi-conscious state.

Zou Lang hugged him horizontally, only feeling that the weight of the person in his arms was much lighter than before. He carried him all the way to the off-road vehicle.

Comb was directing to clean up the battle situation, and had someone patch up the iron net. Seeing Zou Lang carry Mijingtang over and put him on the car, he was startled at first, and then saw that Mijingtang's chest was still heaving weakly. Only then did she feel relieved and asked, "Are you injured?" There was concern in her words, after all, Mijingtang was also injured in order to protect this town.

"The injury is not very serious..." Zou Lang stretched out his hand to look at the wound on Mijingtang's chest. The bleeding was not much and had begun to solidify. When he brushed his lips, Mijingtang bit the finger almost instinctively.

There was a slight pain in Zou Lang's fingertips, and then there was a numb feeling of licking and sucking.

Just a little bit of blood seemed to give Mijingtang great satisfaction and comfort. In a coma, his tightly locked brows slightly opened.

Zou Lang felt relieved, and said to Comb, "I'm probably hungry."

comb:"……"

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Langlang for picking up a little zombie who fainted from hunger and can do whatever he wants.