In the early morning of the tenth day, midnight.
The dirt-covered lane on the edge of the city, the 7th Squadron of the 2nd Battalion of the 6th Wing.
The 627th Squadron is an armored squadron. It was a combat vanguard more than ten hours ago, but now it has been reduced to a pure ammunition transport unit.
As the squadron leader, although Vilas did his duty to comfort the team members, he was actually quite dissatisfied in his heart. But an order is an order, and the current ammunition supply is indeed quite tight. After several days of high-strength team fighting, people can rest, but ammunition cannot be recovered by resting.
The rapid-fire cannon equipped in the car is first-class in clearing zombies, but the consumption speed and waste rate of ammunition are also first-class. Half of all armored squadrons have been unable to receive corresponding ammunition. Armored vehicles cannot be like tanks. If they run out of ammunition, they can still run over them in a sea of zombies. Therefore, all an armored vehicle without ammunition can do is to rely on the solid space inside the vehicle to transport ammunition supplies to other troops.
Looking back at the various types of ammunition that almost filled the space in the car, Villas couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if this car of ammunition exploded. What's even scarier than this scene is that there are more than a dozen armored vehicles in the same situation behind.
If you did this on the front line of a conventional war, it would be the same as seeking death. With just one shell, most of the armored squadron could be killed.
Fortunately, the enemies we face are mindless zombies who cannot use weapons. But this does not mean that it is absolutely safe with the protection of armored vehicles. When the number of zombies reaches a certain level, it is possible to overturn the car.
In order to prevent this situation, nearby defense points will increase their attack intensity when the transport team passes by. The goal is not to eliminate all the zombies, but to divert a large group of zombies that can overturn an armored vehicle.
Although the tactics are simple, after several trips, there are indeed very few zombies appearing in front of the convoy. Sometimes there are only a few, and sometimes there are only dozens. It is not a quantity that needs to be worried at all.
At first, Vilas, who was at the front of the motorcade, would occasionally tell the people behind him to be careful. But after being cautious for a few hours, he realized that small accidents were common, and Vilas gradually relaxed. Anyway, the only thing that can threaten the armored convoy is at least a few hundred swarms.
As we were approaching the destination of our trip, the light in the distance suddenly dimmed, and only the lights of the motorcade remained in our field of vision. This situation instantly made Vilas nervous. Although the zombies' vision is far less developed than their hearing, in this dark environment, if there is light here, it may attract the attention of a large number of zombies.
Just when Villas was hesitant to turn off the lights and stop, gunfire suddenly erupted from a defense point not far away, and the battery-powered searchlights also turned on, as if to lure away the zombies for the convoy.
"What a courageous guy."
This is what Vilas said about the commander of the defensive point.
Although other defense points will do similar things when the convoy approaches. But now is the time of a blackout. Forget about the sound of gunfire and turn on the searchlight so conspicuously, it may attract more zombies than usual.
Since the commander there has already done something to welcome him, I don’t know if it’s correct or not, but at least it’s very courageous. It would be outrageous for me, who took the back door of the defense point, to be frightened into parking the car.
The zombie attraction effect was quite good. When the armored convoy was only a few dozen meters away from the rear entrance of the defense point, it saw more than a dozen scattered zombies that seemed to have been roasted by the fire.
"Drive right in."
Even if this small amount is ignored, it doesn't matter. However, the moment they met, these zombies instantly erupted into blazing flames that were half a meter high.
"Quickly retreat!"
Vilas gave the right order immediately. But here is a field road, and it is already quite difficult for two cars to go parallel, not to mention having to make an emergency turn with a dozen cars following behind.
Only a few seconds later, a dozen burning zombies had already pounced on the armored vehicle.
At this moment, Vilas felt that it was not a burning zombie, but a dozen incendiary bombs that hit the armored vehicle. The temperature inside the car is rising rapidly at a rate of more than five degrees Celsius per second. It won't take long for everyone in the car to be cooked. But before it is cooked, it will be blown up by this load of ammunition.
"Rewind in the back..." Vilas picked up the intercom and shouted.
He couldn't run away anymore, he just hoped that the car behind him could leave in time.
boom--
Before Villas could finish his words, the explosion had occurred.
The huge fire was as dazzling as a supernova exploding in the universe. The flamboyant fire spread rapidly toward the dark space. Hundreds of zombies were swept into it. Also swept away were defensive points that had been slaughtered before the explosion.
In the early morning of the tenth day, 00:25.
On the edge of the city, the medium-sized exit of the 8th Wing.
This is the shelter where the 8th Wing is located, and it is the only medium-sized exit directly to the edge of the city. All troop mobilization and supply maintenance depend on this place. Therefore, even though the troops were insufficient, two squadrons were still deployed to perform defense here.
In fact, everything around this exit has been reinforced, and the mechanical door at the exit is half thicker than the armor of a heavy tank. Even if it is left alone, there is no need to worry about zombies being able to get in from here.
But just because it is strong here, it also has the function of a bunker. Machine gun muzzles were fired into the walls around the exit. This can be used as a defensive point, and it can also be used to quickly clear away zombies nearby when people or vehicles enter or leave.
Most of the time, there isn't much room for the former role. After all, this place is nearly two kilometers behind the battle line, and there are not many zombies that can get here. Not to mention machine guns, pistols can also be used to clear it.
But today, it was completely different from usual. Wave after wave of zombies rushed here. Looking around, there is almost no end in sight.
"What are you doing? Increase the firepower. If this number of zombies are let go, the people behind will not be able to hold on." Squadron leader Zou Bing urged loudly.
"We are almost at full firepower. Don't worry, you can still hold on." Kong Yu, another squadron leader, also shouted loudly.
They all talk only about the situation at hand.
As if avoiding the depression caused by the power outage just now, they never talked about how the front line could let so many zombies go. Both of them knew the answer. Either they ran out of ammunition again, or everyone in front was dead. In front of this number of zombies, the latter situation is likely to occur.
I received an informal notification from the regiment just a few hours ago. It is said that there will be a higher intensity zombie attack at midnight today, so all units should be careful to deal with it. Yes, I have already warned you to be careful.
But who would have thought that at just midnight, zombies would already be here. That is an absolute gap in strength, and it has nothing to do with carelessness. The last lucky thing is that at least it is safe here, and you can rely on this safe barrier to eliminate as many zombies as possible.
"what is that!"
"New species of zombies!"
"Two hundred rounds of bullets and it's still not down!"
The two squadron leaders were shocked and immediately ran to the observation hole to check the situation.
The so-called new types of zombies are so eye-catching that you can see them at a glance without even looking for them.
Nearly three meters tall. Except for the joints, the entire body is wrapped in a thick white exoskeleton. Where the arms should have been, there were two huge fan-shaped bones. When the arms are folded together, it becomes a giant shield with a diameter of two meters.
Machine gun bullets hitting other places can leave a hole in the white bones, but hitting the bone shield can only make a small crack. It takes several seconds, or even more than ten seconds of continuous shooting, to completely destroy it.
This is a fixed heavy machine gun. It can demolish a wall in a few seconds, but right now, it can't kill a zombie for a long time.
"Is that a mobile bunker? Give me priority to focus fire and kill it." Zou Bing was not angry. Heavy machine guns are not available everywhere. If you don't kill these zombies with amazing defenses here, there will be nothing you can do against them when ordinary infantry confront them.
Seeing Zou Bing's face getting darker and darker with the continuous gunfire, Kong Yu forced out a smile, "The attack power and speed are not much stronger than ordinary zombies, they are just a more durable target. At least not for us. Any threat."
Kong Yu is the so-called wise general. With a sentence that was indeed true, the heavy atmosphere was dispelled a lot.
"It's not a good idea to waste ammunition like this. We need to have some sniper rifles brought up. If we aim at the head, we should be able to kill him with one shot."
By far the most useless thing in a zombie fight is the sniper rifle. Ammunition was scarce, the gunfire was loud, and the recoil was astonishing. In terms of efficiency in killing zombies, not even a pistol can match it. Therefore, many troops were not equipped.
Kong Yu had no reason to object, "There's too much gunfire here, go use the phone in the lounge behind."
The lounge is more than a hundred meters away from here. Although it is still part of the passage, most of the sounds can still be isolated after closing the door.
Every second a heavy machine gun is used, nearly a hundred bullets are fired, and most of them are a pure waste. Even the entire shelter cannot afford this high-speed and inefficient waste. Zou Bing reached the officer's lounge at almost a sprint speed of 100 meters. After getting through the phone, he shouted directly without waiting for the other party to ask, "Send me a sniper rifle, anti-equipment, the more powerful the better. Immediately, now."
Running and talking on the phone took less than a minute. But the moment he put down the phone, Zou Bing suddenly realized that the world was so quiet. If he hadn't still heard some sounds whose source he couldn't identify, he would have thought he had suddenly become deaf.
He was well aware of the ammunition reserves at this outlet. Even if we fight at the current intensity for another hour, there will be no problem. It is impossible to run out of ammunition. So, were the zombies wiped out, or did they retreat?
Zou Bing himself felt ridiculous at the thought of the zombies retreating. But when I first watched it, there were obviously so many, and it was impossible to finish them all in just one minute.
However, it’s not far anyway, so instead of thinking about it here, just go and take a look and you’ll know.
Zou Bing's hand was already on the door handle of the lounge. But some inexplicable anxiety in his heart made him hesitate to open the door. After that, he took a deep breath and opened the door forcefully.
"Go quickly..."
The moment he opened the door, a dark figure rushed towards him. But being familiar with the sound made him instantly turn his fist into a support.
"Kong Yu?"
Shortly after the shelter lost power, its internal generator was turned on. Although the light in the lounge was not very bright, it was not enough for Zou Bing to recognize the comrade he had just been talking to side by side with him.
The real reason for the uncertain inquiry was that the person in front of him was covered in blood and flesh, and even one of his arms was missing. It was simply unimaginable that he was the same person as Kong Yu half a minute ago.
"what happened?"
The two words just now were Kong Yu's last words, and he could no longer answer Zou Bing's question that sounded like he was talking in his sleep.
Tom——
A huge fist, like piercing a piece of paper, passed through the dozens of centimeters thick wall of the lounge, and then swept its arm across, leaving a long hole in the entire wall.
Outside the hollow, a tall zombie with muscles like entangled tree roots was swinging a giant fist that covered the entire field of vision again.
