"咻咻咻~" The sharp arrow shot quickly, piercing the air and making a harsh scream.
Hu Xiaodong didn't care, he drew his bow and stringed it, and shot three arrows in a row. He waited until the escort team rushed to the end of the crossing, and then stopped what he was doing.
Next came the moment of face-to-face hand-to-hand combat. He pulled out the machete from his back, and the smooth blade surface gave off bursts of cold light under the reflection of the sun.
"Hey! Hurry up! Hurry up!" An anxious shout came from the slightly lowered side window of the Buick GL8.
But no one paid attention to it, because the zombies were approaching so fast that the survivors had to devote 100% of their energy and attention to fighting them.
Relying on the distance advantage of the "spear" in his hand, Wang Qiang easily knocked down a zombie in front of his head with a poke and a pull. Wu Chao and Wenquan Xin, who were in charge of the two wings, also solved their respective opponents.
However, the number of zombies is endless. When you finally get rid of one of them, the others will immediately be replaced by 2 or 3 zombies, leaving you exhausted and exhausted. Exhausted, give up resistance.
So it didn't take long for the survivors to move forward at a slower pace. And moving like "wandering" on such a long and narrow street is undoubtedly no different from seeking death.
But the current survivors are a team of seven after all. In order to ensure that every member can reach the target location smoothly, they must maintain a complete formation.
If it were not for the personal combat capabilities of Hu Xiaodong and Wang Qiang, it would be a piece of cake to break through and get on the bus.
The fighting is still going on, and the anxiety is still happening, but the number of zombies shows no sign of decreasing sharply due to the fighting of the survivors.
Tang Xiaoquan was very worried about this, and the sweat on his cheeks became more and more.
You know, after all, he is just a young man in his early 20s who has just stepped out of society. He may have some talents beyond ordinary people in terms of strategy and IQ, but when it comes to marching and fighting, he is...
Any fool can see that it is only a matter of time before the formation that the survivors are trying to maintain will be disrupted and dispersed!
what to do? Tang Xiaoquan was a little panicked.
In fact, their team was only one street away from the Buick GL8, but this short street became an insurmountable gap that blocked their path to "hope of life."
Zombies keep falling, and zombies keep pouring in. Under the successive charges of these beasts, our formation is shrinking and shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In addition, the team also faces a greater danger, that is, being split into two.
"Brother Hu! Qiangzi! Don't kill too far! Move back!" He shouted at the right time, and Tang Xiaoquan, who saw the problem, hurriedly shouted a reminder.
However, what he never expected was that just as he finished speaking, the Buick GL8, which was only one street away, suddenly honked its horn, and then...
Tang Xiaoquan was speechless as he watched the dust disappear, leaving only a black shadow of blue smoke.
Despair, as desperate as falling into hell. If Tang Xiaoquan just now was at a loss because his team was trapped and didn't know what to do, then now... he has been completely defeated by reality.
Not only him, the cruelty of reality also invades the hearts of other survivors.
This is a state of mind that is difficult to describe in words. Just imagine, when you are on a cliff with your life hanging by a thread, you suddenly find that a life-saving rope just inches away from you has been pulled away from you. I believe anyone would be moved by that kind of helplessness and despair.
Almost all the survivors showed expressions of surprise, shock, and confusion at almost the same time, and their brief moment of loss of concentration provided a great opportunity for the surrounding zombies to invade.
"Hey! Wang Qiang! Left! Zombies! Pay attention!" A sharp female voice sounded like a bolt of lightning exploding in the air. And as this almost howling female voice sounded, Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment as if he had been shocked by electricity, and then came to his senses.
In his eyes, a black figure was attacking from the side with arms raised. In panic, Wang Qiang hurriedly raised his frame to block it.
"Hadron!"
"Brother Wang!"
The woman's high-pitched audio also brought the attention of the remaining survivors back to reality, and the moment they regained consciousness, they happened to see the scene of a corpse biting an arm.
There is no doubt that at the moment when the zombie grabbed his arm and bit him, Wang Qiang really thought that he was dead. He even felt the strong bite force of the corpse's mouth and the sharp fangs hidden under its mouth.
However...a moment later, he did not feel the expected pain of his skin being torn apart. On the contrary, he didn't even feel a scratch.
After taking a closer look, Wang Qiang discovered that the bite on the corpse's mouth happened to be where the great white bear anti-bite device was tied.
The rest of his life after the disaster did not bring much excitement to Wang Qiang. He leaned forward decisively, then pressed the mouth of the walking corpse tightly as if to vent his anger, then raised his spear and stabbed it in with all his strength.
From bottom to top, the frustrated spearhead directly penetrated the skull of the corpse with an angry "roar".
The moment Wang Qiang pulled it away, piles of unknown viscous liquid, mixed with corpses and rotten flesh, slid down the big hole.
It must be said that Wang Qiang was lucky. The thick white bear saved his arm and saved his life.
But the crisis he suffered just now sent a bad signal to everyone:
Death is imminent!
yes! The survivors without the Buick GL8 are like prey that has fallen into the mouths of a pack of wolves. It is only a matter of time before they are devoured and bitten.
Breaking out and finding shelter is their only way out. The loss of hope caused the survivors to gradually lose their fighting spirit. As a result, the formation became more dangerous and fragmented, and the area where they could move was constantly decreasing under the pressure of the zombies.
Tang Xiaoquan was at a loss about this. His nervous and horrified mind went blank. He tried desperately to suppress the despair born from his heart, but... the result was still in vain!
There is no doubt that no matter where you go or how you go, the prerequisite is that you must first break out of the horde of corpses.
Hu Xiaodong, who has made this goal clear, has his eyes widened. He has never been a person who easily bows to fate. The years of hard work have already made him unfazed by honor and disgrace.
Slowly raising the steel knife in his hand, Hu Xiaodong shouted in a deep voice: "Brothers, I know everyone is scared now! I am scared too! But please don't give up and fight to the end with me! Our lives are our own! We must Fight with your own hands!"
"This battle! If you don't win, you will perish! But if you don't fight, you won't win!"
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