zombie frenzy

Chapter 19 Who Will Save the Soldiers
"Guo, wake up, wake up"

Guo Fei was soundly asleep when he was suddenly shaken awake, squinting his eyes, and stretched out his hand impatiently to push the person away.

Um! ?

The man suddenly opened his eyes, and a Gulu got up.

"what sound?"

Miya pouted, looking at Guo Fei with aggrieved expression.

Guo Fei smiled embarrassedly, scratched his head and said awkwardly, "That, that..."

"Humph"

Mia turned around and gave him a back view.

"what's the situation?"

Mark leaned against the railing of the roof and said without turning his head, "The soldiers have entered the city."

"what?"

Guo Fei was taken aback.

A few people were still talking about it yesterday, but they didn't expect that the rescue would start today. Could it be that the catastrophe only happened in the metropolis?

"We are saved"

Miya said happily, took out her phone and kept fiddling with it, trying to find the signal.

"Sorry, I guessed wrong"

Seeing Miya's actions, Mark couldn't help but said, "Someone will set up the signal only after the rescue is over. There must be no one now, don't look at it."

"Oh"

Miya stuffed the phone back into her pocket, leaned on the railing, and watched happily.

From a very far away place, there were bursts of intensive gunshots, but at a distance of ten to twenty kilometers, only the sound was heard but no one was seen.

However, the three of them listened to the excitement and looked at the building in the distance, full of hope.

Under the building, in the surrounding streets, one after another zombies shook their bodies, screaming and screaming, and began to march towards the place where the gunshots came out, continuously, and at the farthest point of sight, a huge wave of corpses had already formed.

The streets were full of monsters, their bodies were almost clinging to each other, and the vehicles in front of them were all overturned. No one could withstand such a torrent.

"Something not good"

Guo Fei said with a gloomy face.

His eyes have been mutated, and he can see extremely far, and he was the first to discover the problem.

"What is the population of New York? How many zombies are there?"

Looking at the two people who couldn't understand, Guo Fei said slowly, "If you continue to fight like this, the sound of gunfire will startle more zombies. Even if you don't consider ammunition, the tide of corpses alone will drown the soldiers, unless, Tens of thousands of them came to the rescue."

"This is impossible"

Mark understood, looked far away, shook his head and said, "New York doesn't have so many soldiers, even with the addition of the New York Military Academy, I'm afraid it's barely enough."

The three of them silently watched the wriggling zombies on the ground, and their excitement was instantly extinguished by the tide of corpses.

"Be prepared to evacuate. If we can't wait for rescue, let's get out of here quickly while the zombies are being lured away."

Guo Fei made a decision, everything depends on the soldier's ability.

……

On the edge of New York City, three wheeled armored vehicles lead the way, followed by a string of Hummers.

The soldiers were armed to the teeth, and at the end of the line, several trucks were fully loaded, and wooden boxes were piled up on them.

"Hoke, Hawk, you're too fast, slow down"

Major Newtman stood on the Humvee following the armored vehicle, holding a communicator and shouting.

After a night of fighting, he finally succeeded in eradicating the zombie monsters in the barracks, and after all the senior officers died, he successfully ascended to the throne of supreme commander.

Gathering all the remaining GIs, Newtman issued his first order: Retake New York City.

When the contact with the Pentagon was fruitless, Newtman started the military operation independently, and there was also his own selfishness in it.

His family members live here, and the telephone network is cut off. The only hope is that he leads a team to fight in and rescue his relatives, and those people are just incidental to him.

clap clap.

Several gunshots were fired, and the soldier struck three times in a row, knocking over a zombie that was rushing towards him.

After fighting the monster, everyone now knows that only a hit to the head can completely destroy the zombie, so every shot is accurately shot at the monster's head.

"Stay in formation, damn it, Tom, you're too far ahead"

Newtman shouted in the car from time to time.

Entering the city, the speed of the car began to slow down. The soldiers jumped out of the car, divided into two rows and followed the Humvee, knocking over zombies one after another.

After knocking over a zombie with a combo of blows, Tom retreated slowly.

Fighting against these monsters who only know how to move forward is easy, but these soldiers unknowingly left the Humvee convoy and went deep into the zombies.

"Help, Help"

Several figures rushed out from the depths of the street, surrounded by zombies from all directions.

Newtman raised his rifle, took aim for a few breaths, put it down, turned around and shouted, "Tom, take a few over here!"

"Hawks, Rhett, Jim, come with me"

Tom shouted, changing magazines as he ran, followed by several soldiers.

clap clap.

Gunshots rang out continuously, and zombies fell to the ground one after another.

"thanks, thanks"

"Whoa, we're saved"

After Tom led the soldiers, the array slowly retreated, and supported several people back to the side of the Humvee convoy.

"You can choose to take up arms and destroy the zombies with us, or you can choose to leave"

Newtman looked serious, "We have opened the road ahead, but no one sent you out, we have too few people."

There was a catastrophe in the barracks last night. The soldiers either turned into zombies or fell at the feet of the zombies. Now, even the driver of the tank can’t be found. He can only rely on a few wheeled armored vehicles to clear the way. If he is not in a hurry to find his family , Newtman didn't want to rush to the metropolis so soon.

He knows the danger here better than anyone else. At least millions of zombies gather here. If he is told, if the family is not here, it is best to use nuclear weapons directly to wipe out the city. Otherwise, use burning You can play it too.

Several men and women discussed it, the woman chose to leave, the man stayed behind, took the guns from the military vehicle that followed, and joined the ranks of eliminating the zombies.

Before Newtman went out, he emptied the entire arsenal. He didn't worry about the consumption of ammunition at all. The only headache was that there were too few soldiers, less than 1000 people. If he wanted to fight against the zombies in the entire metropolis, he had to coax everyone A rescued man joins the ranks.

The wheeled armored vehicles took the lead, and the soldiers controlled the machine guns, chug chug, and kept harvesting zombies one after another.

There are monsters in front of me, densely packed, even if machine guns sweep them, they still can't penetrate them.

The wheels bumped up and down, and the zombies in front of the car were rolled down by the huge wheels and turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

"Ah, come on, monster, come on"

The soldier frantically pulled the trigger, and flames shot out from the front of the machine gun, splitting the zombie into two ends.

The convoy moved slowly, opening a passage in the tide of corpses. Countless zombies were wiped out, and each block was slowly being recovered.

Most of the people who were saved chose to stay and fight against the zombies. They lost their relatives and friends in the catastrophe. At this time, they can vent their hatred in their hearts.

The marksmanship is not good, carrying boxes of ammunition, running back and forth between the two ends of the convoy, the ammunition is rapidly decreasing, but, compared to the wooden boxes piled up on the military vehicle, these are just a drop in the bucket.

"Help, Help"

"Hey, here I am"

People kept sticking out their heads from nearby buildings to call for help. Those hidden survivors, forgetting the fear of the zombies at the door, waved their hands desperately.

"If you can't go downstairs, please keep quiet and wait for our follow-up rescue"

The tweeters blare non-stop, and the sound waves can be heard for several blocks.

Newtman doesn't have the energy to rescue precious soldiers from building to building, that would be too unfair to his family who don't know life and death.

If he can come down, he will issue guns. If he can't, I'm sorry. After he regains the entire metropolis, he will slowly rescue him. Anyway, he has survived, and the last few days are not bad.

"Damn, stop"

"Whoa, don't, don't abandon us"

The survivors on the tall buildings watched helplessly as the convoy left little by little. Some began to cry bitterly, some cursed, and some even jumped down from the upstairs frantically, smashing themselves into a piece of meatloaf.

Newtman just glanced casually, then looked forward.

"Head, there are too many monsters"

Tom approached the hummer, yelling loudly.

The barrel of the gun was starting to heat up now, and even if it was just a burst of continuous shooting, the rifle was still under tremendous pressure.

Newtman hopped on top of the wheeled vehicle and looked around with binoculars.

Countless zombies were attracted by the huge sound waves, and used them continuously. If you look down from the sky, the surrounding streets for more than ten miles have been completely filled with zombies.

"Come on, hey Tom, just shoot, they're just targets"

Newtman said loudly, aimed at the zombies under the car and pulled the trigger again and again.

Tom blushed and said no more.

"Help, Help"

Several men rushed out of a building, brandishing sticks and knocking over the zombies in front of them, desperately moving towards this side.

"Hey, come with me"

Tom shouted and led several people to meet him.

chug.

The rifle kept slamming bullets, knocking zombies to the ground.

"walk around"

Tom shouted loudly, pulling up a man who was thrown to the ground by zombies.

In just a short while, dozens of zombies had gathered around him, all of them rushing madly with blood-red eyes.

"Damn it, Jim"

Tom turned his gun and knocked over a few zombies, but it was still too late to rescue him, and he watched Jim being thrown to the ground.

"hold onto"

A few soldiers shot a barrage of bullets, turned over zombies one after another, and rushed towards the wave of corpses with all their strength.

"Don't come here, brothers, live well"

boom.

With a loud noise, the zombies that were on Jim's body were blown away and exploded into pieces of flesh and blood.

"Jim"

Tom roared angrily, and after turning over a few zombies, he led the team back slowly.

No one knows that this is just the beginning, in every corner, from time to time, soldiers start to die in rescue operations.

Newtman frowned, and after much consideration, he finally ordered the whole team to tighten up and stop going out to carry out rescue operations.

However, where no one noticed, the hub of the wheeled armored vehicle was already filled with flesh and blood. The wheels were spinning crazily, consuming a lot of power and a huge amount of fuel at the same time. The drivers were busy manipulating , did not notice at all that the fuel gauge was dropping rapidly.

"Head, head, the car won't move"

Hawk, the leader, shouted loudly, stepping on the accelerator again and again.

The wheeled armored vehicle roared, and the wheels turned a few times from time to time, spraying a piece of blood around it, and then continued to lock up.

The marching queue stopped suddenly, and the crazy zombies surrounded them in a blink of an eye. Ren Dabing's bullets were like rain, and they were forced back to the car one by one.

"Don't, don't"

"help me"

The queue began to become chaotic, and after only a few minutes of stopping, a large group of zombies broke through the line of defense and rushed to the side of the convoy, with their arms clutching indiscriminately, and blood-red eyes everywhere.

(End of this chapter)