zombie frenzy

Chapter 658
The sound of the explosion alarmed the enemies who were hiding around the heavy truck in panic. Looking at the flames and smoke rising in the sky in the distance, they immediately knew that the plan had completely failed. Shouting, a dozen people scattered and fled towards the wilderness on both sides of the road.

The original plan was to get on the pickup truck and leave together after they were filled with food, but now, the only escape route was cut off. If they fled in a group again, the only thing waiting for them was the convoy to pursue them, and they all died.

He rushed to the wilderness without looking back, and his running track kept changing, sometimes jumping, sometimes turning to run, sometimes falling to the ground and rolling a few times.

Mark fired several shots, and the enemy in the distance quickly went away. He was so angry that he cursed angrily, and put down the gun helplessly.

Lawrence and James, one standing at the rear of the car and the other sitting in the rear seat of the cab, held their guns and kept firing into the distance.

The two closest ones fell to the ground, and a few blood flowers spewed out, but when they fled away, coupled with weird movements, even if Lawrence activated his ability, the speed of the distant figure slowed down, barely able to He was able to catch up with the moving pace, but the flat hand shook slightly by a millimeter, and he didn't know where he hit when he reached a distance.

The heavy gun kept roaring, the soldier was lying on the roof of the car, and the tripod held the heavy gun firmly, the bullets were continuously pushed into the chamber, and the shell casings fell to the side with a ding ding.

In the wilderness, the mud splashed, and huge pits were blown out of the already uneven ground, but they just hit the feet of those guys, and they couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"Damn it, are these guys rabbits?" A soldier stopped shooting and said dejectedly.

The heavy trucks in the distance retreated one after another. Eighty heavy trucks lined up on the road, lying on it like a train, and looked like a giant dragon from a distance.

Bonnie got off the lead car, the gunfire at the end of the convoy had stopped, and in the wilderness in the distance, those enemies had become a black spot, and after running for a few kilometers, they were still crazily changing directions and rolling. Don't dare to stop.

With a snort, Bonnie turned over on the roof of the car, stood on the tall heavy truck, looked left and right, chose a side at random, raised her gun, and put her eyes in front of the scope, the enemies in the distance appeared in front of her eyes, It is not much thicker than the cross star inside.

Calm and calm, the body was as motionless as a sculpture. Beside the convoy, the survivors of the military cadets looked nervously at the distant enemy, and some looked at Bonnie with admiration. Everyone knew her marksmanship, and no one thought that the enemy could Can escape.

Slowly pressing down with your finger, the electromagnetic gun ejected steel balls soundlessly, and traveled a distance of several kilometers in an instant.

A guy was scurrying left and right in the wilderness. Maybe he heard that there were no more gunshots behind him. He turned his head to see the situation of the enemy. He had just turned his head halfway and hadn't seen the enemy yet. His temples were splashed. There was a bunch of blood flowers, and the person fell to the ground.

There were seven or eight figures, some of them were turning sharply and rolling in the dust, some just threw themselves on the ground and wanted to roll, but they couldn't get up again. In silence, none of the enemies who escaped from the road stood still. Those who were lying were all lying in a pool of blood. Under their bodies, fresh blood flowed out, soaking the gray dust.

The crowd below cheered violently, and at the other end, a few guys running away felt something was wrong, and some people turned their heads to look at the convoy in surprise.

A few kilometers away, coupled with the gloomy sky, one can only vaguely see a figure standing on top of the black long dragon. Amidst the doubts, they still haven't figured out what happened, and finally these figures who fled rushed one by one. fell to the ground.

Bonnie put down the muzzle of the gun, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, chuckled, turned over and jumped off the roof.

"These damned guys."

Standing in front of the wreckage of the heavy truck, Guo Fei looked at the driver who had already bled inside, and kicked the car angrily.

The road is covered with flour sacks, and many of the bags were damaged when they fell out, and they were crushed. Looking at the road, there were not many intact ones.

The few survivors in the wilderness were rescued, and a few girls rushed over, bandaged their wounds nervously, lifted them up carefully, and carried them to the heavy truck next to them.

The heavy truck on Mark's side was shot randomly, the front of the car was emitting white gas, and the cab was in a mess. When I tried to turn the key, I could only hear the whimpering sound of the transmitter.

Because the people in the car that was hit were unconscious, and the car that caused the accident was smashed into scrap iron and mixed with other junk, no one could understand how the enemy attack happened just now.

"It should be that we came to ambush when we attacked the grain depot."

The lieutenant colonel took a few soldiers, checked the surroundings, walked to Guo Fei and said.

"Why is no one able to find them?" Guo Fei asked dissatisfied.

The lieutenant colonel pointed to the distance, "Those guys collected a lot of radiation dust and sprinkled it on their cars. Who would have thought that there would be people in these dirty cars."

Guo Fei looked around and said angrily, "These guys don't have much ability to deal with corpses, but they keep plotting against humans. I don't know what's going on in their heads. They have skills, not to mention recovering big cities, at least a few The small town can also take it down, which is much more harvested than these few trucks."

The lieutenant colonel lowered his head and did not speak. In fact, in his heart, dealing with zombies is really not as good as dealing with humans.

Ordinary firearms can't deal with zombies, but they can kill humans. The impact like just now is just a flesh wound to monsters, and they can continue to eat people when they get up, but humans can only roll their eyes and die cleanly. They are far superior to humans, and most people are scratched by monsters, and they will be infected by viruses and become monsters. The only flaw is that they have no brains, otherwise they would have ruled the world long ago.

However, thoughtful human beings are the easiest to be careless. Just like their powerful convoy, they wiped out the enemies in the grain depot and returned with a full load. If Mark and two children were not sitting in the last heavy truck, I am afraid the enemy's scheme has already been completed. After succeeding, he drove away happily with a dozen truckloads of flour in a pickup truck.

The leader transferred the flour from the cart to the front cart. Dozens of cadets rummaged through the ground, looking for unbroken bags, and took them away as well.

Beside the road, a few people took the shovels on the car, dug a hole silently, buried the corpses of their companions, inserted a piece of iron on it, and simply engraved their names.

After a mess of gunshots, the heavy truck fleet slowly started and continued towards New York City.

This operation was much more unlucky than the one at the oil depot, not only the loss of vehicles, but also the loss of manpower several times.

On the way back, the convoy slowed down and carefully monitored the surrounding movement. The two unmanned aircraft were released far away. They were only hovering a few kilometers away, but now they flew directly for more than ten or twenty kilometers away. Looking for the enemy as much as possible.

In the command car, except for the occasional keyboard tapping sound, there was only the buzzing sound of the computer. Guo Fei sat beside him with a gloomy face and was in a daze. He is also more dedicated than before, carefully checking the images sent back.

Fortunately, there were no accidents on the way back. The slowed-down convoy roared into New York City. Before the tired people got off the car, the manpower mobilized by the major and the others quickly surrounded the car.

This time the convoy did not stop at the central square. Flour cannot withstand the wind and rain. A building has been vacated in the city long ago. There is enough space, and the flour does not need to be stacked too high to ensure that the floor will not be crushed. , it is much more convenient to take and store in the future.

There are only more than 2 people in a city with a population of several million, and there are no various companies, and countless buildings have been vacated. Even if ten such grain depots are emptied and the grain is spread out I can let go.

Aunt Camilla led the people to prepare hot food, and the convoy sent it up after a stop, fighting fiercely all the way. These people were already tired and hungry, thanked them, and sat down on the curb next to the building, They devoured them one by one, without even patting off the dust on their bodies.

Some people quickly checked the condition of the vehicles, refueled the heavy trucks, and replenished all the ammunition and manpower. After the last vehicle was unloaded, Guo Fei glanced at the building where Miya worked in the distance, turned around and boarded the vehicle, and headed towards the grain depot again. go.

This kind of handling work is estimated to take dozens of trips. If you don't hurry up, who knows what accidents will happen there.

After encountering the enemy on the return journey, Guo Fei began to worry about those people who stayed behind. Although everything was normal in the communication, he just couldn't feel at ease. This side had just ended, and before people had a rest, he urged them to go up. The car leaves.

The convoy was no longer headed by Bonnie, and Mark went to the front. All six Raptor F650s modified by him were dispatched. Come up and gallop all the way.

After rushing out for more than ten kilometers, I slowly slowed down the speed. Near New York City, the road has been cleaned up, and there are no abandoned vehicles around. The nearest distance from them is tens of meters away. Don't worry. Someone will hide and shoot coldly.

However, after leaving this range, there are scrapped cars on the road, some with the doors open and covered with dust inside and outside, some were burned to wreckage, and some were smashed into a pile of scrap iron. Before, the road was simply opened up, and these were not cleaned up like going to the grain depot.

Six Raptor F650s were lined up in two, and the engines roared violently. They pushed and shoveled all the way in front of them, squeezing all the waste cars out of the sides of the road.

The windows of the following car were open, and black gun barrels protruded from it. Some of them were far away, or the glass was still intact after being pushed off the road.

Da da da.

The gunshots rang out, the glass shattered, and even if the car parked there was intact, or if it was a limited-edition supercar that was extremely expensive, these people would not show mercy.

The front windshield or the car windows were punched with holes, and the shooting was not over until the glass disappeared and people passing by outside could see what was going on inside.

If there is no huge ram angle, with the height of the Raptor F650, many cars will be crushed directly under the wheels.

Mark sat excitedly in the co-pilot position, dancing and directing the driver to bump and push. Now that he has a high status, if it is not necessary or absolutely necessary, how can the people below let him drive. The only pleasure is to sit next to him , Watching the monsters built by oneself keep colliding.

(End of this chapter)