I am cleaning the ground with artillery in the extraordinary world.

Chapter 164 He doesn’t want to be eaten to death by zombies.

Very interesting speculation.

But he knew it was all wrong.

I am not a person sent by high-dimensional civilization at all, I am just an unlucky guy who was extremely unlucky and was smashed to death by a coconut while traveling!

Damn it!

In the future, he will definitely pull out all the coconut trees in the Federation!

He recognized being crushed to death by a durian, but how could he be crushed to death by a coconut? I don't know whether his head was too brittle or whether the coconut was too hard.

Newton discovered gravity directly after being hit by an apple.

He was hit by a coconut and discovered the new world directly.

By comparison, it seems that his discovery is more powerful, after all, others have already arrived in this new world.

Only one thing is right, that is, he is indeed not a native of this world.

at this time--

"Boom boom boom!!!"

A violent explosion suddenly sounded, as harsh as lighting fireworks in the silent night sky. Countless shells directly hit the zombie group not far away, blasting many zombies into pieces, and their pieces flew in the air.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky.

This is a howitzer. The shells exploded three times in a row. Then I saw many extraordinary people put away the howitzers in their arms, took out the Hell Gatling with their backhand, and got into the simple trench they had just dug. After the order was given, They all pulled the trigger.

Thousands of Gatlings were reveling in unison, and the firepower network formed almost instantly tore all the zombies closest to them to pieces.

There are still many people moving boxes of ammunition down the truck, and there is a steady stream of trucks transporting ammunition and various supplies. Not far away, there is a reporter holding a wireless microphone, leaning against The battlefield is facing the camera lens, and the sound is amplified as much as possible.

"This is the suburb of Broken Can City. Reporter Xiao Liu brings you the latest information. Broken Can City was involved in the sea of ​​zombies in the 68 Fixed Event. At this time, the city was surrounded by countless zombies. Fengtian City immediately heard about this. Send troops to support.”

"What you see now is that the army in Fengtian City is effectively and quickly clearing away the zombies in the surrounding areas. It is expected."

The sound on the battlefield is so noisy that if you don't shout hard, you can't hear it at all.

And at this time——

In Broken Jar City, Zhang Liu was injured and panting, hiding behind some ruins with a hint of fear in his eyes. He had already sent the news to Chen Miao, but it was of no use at this moment.

He was drawn into a sea of ​​fixed-event zombies.

No one can enter Broken Jar City until the event is over.

This is a fixed event at the city-state level, and it is easy to destroy the city. The danger and difficulty can be imagined. The strength of those zombies is not too strong. The biggest problem is that these zombies seem to be endless, and they are not afraid of death. It's easy to overwhelm their defenses.

They did not have a good defensive building for them to defend, so they could only retreat and fight in the city while fighting.

Originally, he was chased by those gangsters, but now it is obvious that those gangsters have no energy to chase him, and now he is being chased by zombies.

"I'm just a fucking psychiatrist."

Zhang Liu leaned on the ruins and looked at the remaining 900 revolver bullets in his backpack. A trace of despair flashed in his eyes. He had no bullets anymore. His Hell Gatling bullets had long been exhausted. As a senior transcendent, .

He has his own bullet production line.

In a warehouse in Fengtian City, he stored a large number of bullets. He originally went out this time just to get two valves for Dr. Gou. Apart from filling his space backpack with bullets, he had no other way to bring the bullets.

Now all the bullets in the space backpack have been used up. There are only 1000 revolver bullets placed in one of the compartments. There are still more than 900 bullets that have not been used up. But the lethality of the revolvers is pitiful. These more than 900 rounds of bullets cannot stop him. any sense of security.

A gunman who is out of bullets is a lamb to the slaughter. At this moment, he could not imagine anything that would allow him to survive this fixed event.

"Are you going to die?"

Zhang Liu, who was hiding behind the ruins, tried to calm down his breathing as much as possible to avoid breathing too fast, which would cause severe pain from the wound tear, or even cause him to faint. In this case, fainting meant death.

He finally got rid of the danger of cancer, why did he encounter such a crisis again?

He refused.

The strong unwillingness made him very unwilling.

Apart from being unwilling, he seemed unable to do anything.

"etc."

Zhang Liu suddenly thought of a way. There must be gunmen in Broken Jar City, right? As long as he could find the warehouse where other gunmen stored ammunition, he might still have a chance to survive. So he just did it. He bent down and fled away as quickly as possible without disturbing the surrounding zombies.

This sudden thought made his desire to survive surge.

At this moment, he no longer had the heart to care about Dr. Gou's life or death.

In fact, he was almost dead, so how could he care about anything else.

"Throw it down and run."

At this time, the group of desperadoes who had tied up Dr. Gou and others were also running away wildly, with a large number of zombies roaring and running towards them behind them.

The boss with a ferocious expression looked at the men beside him and shouted: "Break some blood on those two people, throw them behind, let them attract the attention of the zombies, let's run!"

"threw?"

A desperado who was running wildly with Doctor Gou on his back was stunned for a moment before he gasped and said loudly: "Boss, they haven't recruited us yet. They haven't given us anything. We haven't found anything clean on them. Everything is in a space backpack." Here."

"threw!"

The boss shouted angrily: "I said throw it away, didn't you fucking hear what I said? People are dying, what's the point of thinking about it!"

"Isn't it just the loot after surviving the 128 Fixed Event? What do you want?"

"If we can survive, wouldn't the loot from 68 fixed events be more valuable?"

"What a shame, what a shame. I've been doing good deeds all my life, why can I be involved in such a fixed incident? What a fucking sin."

The men next to them looked at each other and then at the zombies behind them who were less than a few dozen meters away from them. Without hesitation, they took out a knife from their arms and stabbed Doctor Black and Doctor Gou several times in the abdomen.

Blood kept splattering out.

Then he threw these two people to the ground and continued running forward, hoping that these two people could delay them for some time so that they could escape from the encirclement.

"Pfft."

The unconscious Doctor Gou was thrown heavily to the ground. He looked at the zombies not far away and raised his right hand with difficulty to insert it into the wound in his throat. He wanted to end his life quickly.

He doesn't want to be eaten to death by zombies.

(End of this chapter)