zombie frenzy

Chapter 856

Manhattan Island, Bridgehead.

Dozens of engineering personnel were busy operating, without the need for mechanical equipment, the heavy transformer was directly lifted off by the powerful evolutionary with their bare hands.

The output voltage of the nuclear fuel cell can be incorporated into the power grid with only a simple adjustment. However, a special power supply method is required to provide power to the electromagnetic gun.

The earliest one couldn't withstand self-explosion during the battle. This time, a sturdy and durable one was specially built, but it was blown up again unexpectedly.

The transformers were like a pile of tatters. Those that were not blown up were also melted into huge iron blocks under the high voltage. The components were so rotten that there was no slag left, and the possibility of repairing was completely lost.

There is only one set of equipment like this. Don’t look at the electromagnetic guns installed everywhere on the high-rise buildings, and the transformers are attached to the side, but those are at most just to ensure the use of a few electromagnetic guns on the roof. There are 24 electromagnetic guns on the bridge. Even if you disassemble the one over there, it won't work at all.

The drawings were dug out, and the factory began urgent processing. In the warehouse, a large group of people were scrambling to find spare parts. No one would have thought that such a transformer would be completely destroyed. They only prepared some commonly used consumable parts. Thinking that it turned into a block of iron, they had to rebuild quickly.

"Gore, what's going on over there? When will you be able to launch?"

The lieutenant colonel's shout came from the command center, and within a very short time, his eyes were bloodshot, and a large piece of stubble seemed to pop out suddenly, making his cheeks look a little livid.

"Wait a few more minutes, it will be ready soon, it will be ready soon." After a moment of silence over there, Gore said weakly.

"Still waiting? This side can't stand it any longer. I'll give you 5 minutes." The lieutenant colonel shouted angrily.

Lost the microphone, the lieutenant colonel was walking back and forth in the huge room, his face was ugly, the staff around him became more busy, staring at the screen and typing on the keyboard, and some people shouted loudly, no one dared Look here, for fear of offending him.

Many surveillance cameras outside the city were destroyed. However, the unmanned aircraft flying overhead, together with the remaining cameras, still completely showed the battle situation.

Mia was suppressed at the bridgehead, and the reinforcement team was also blocked on the bridge. Amy and Alice encountered a large group of traitors, and their progress was stopped. The only good thing was that the Musketeers finally killed them. After returning from the initial siege and sneak attack, they are gradually repelling the enemy.

"Is there anything else that can be sent?" The lieutenant colonel asked after stopping.

There was silence at the side, and finally a guy couldn't bear the gaze, and stammered, "No more, head, nothing."

"Why not?" the lieutenant colonel shouted, "Ask the factory, has the fuel truck been produced?"

"Head, it's useless after it's made." The guy yelled, "The electromagnetic gun is still in production, and the armor can block bullets, but the front windshield can't stop such a violent attack. It's just a target if it goes up. .”

The lieutenant colonel said, "Let someone follow behind and rush over."

However, it was just yelling, and the words were spoken, but he didn't continue to speak.

There are snipers on both sides of the bridge head. Even the guards who rushed up are now blocked in the center of the bridge. How many people can the armored vehicle protect? Enemies on both sides knocked over.

"Electromagnetic gun, let them hurry up." The lieutenant colonel shouted.

"It's already being repaired." The subordinate hurriedly said, "There are no spare parts, and the factory is currently processing urgently, and it won't be finished in a while."

"This doesn't work and that doesn't work." The lieutenant colonel walked back and forth, shouting anxiously, "Damn it, the aircraft has been transferred to Europe again, and these guys are too good at seizing the opportunity."

On the outskirts of the city, the musketeers led a group of guards to attack the enemy frantically. The electromagnetic guns sprayed continuously, making the cars over there crack and rattle. From time to time, the rebels hiding behind were hit by ricochets and screamed. He fell into a pool of blood.

"I can't stand it anymore, run away."

I don’t know who yelled loudly, and hundreds of thousands of figures ran in an instant. After the dozen or so big men who were in charge of supervising the battle raised their guns and overturned more than a dozen deserters, they were instantly submerged in bullet rain and soles of their feet. When the figures dispersed, each of them had died miserably, and their bodies had been trampled out of shape.

"Catch up and kill them." The musketeer shouted.

Hundreds of guards yelled, and chased them out with all their strength. After walking less than one kilometer, they were at the bridgehead, and victory was at hand.

In the building, the sound of kicking doors could be heard everywhere, and some survivors who were watching the scene turned their heads angrily, and some even picked up the weapons at hand, ready to beat the short-sighted guy hard.

A dozen big men rushed in with guns in their hands, threatening them loudly, and drove them out of the room.

In the corridors and on the stairs, the crowds are crowded and endless. People are looking at each other, hoping that someone will jump out and rise up to resist. However, they dare to fight to the death in the face of zombies because they have nowhere to go. Human beings, but everyone is lucky in their hearts, enduring pushing and shoving, and honestly follow forward. Even if they hold weapons in their hands, no one dares to say a few words. Those who talk a lot have become It became a corpse and fell into a pool of blood.

"Hurry up, damn it, haven't you eaten yet?" Next to him, the big man cursed loudly, waving his gun butt and slammed it down vigorously, until the head of a young man in front of him was covered in blood.

Hiding the fierce eyes of the group, the young man lowered his head and covered his wound, and accelerated his walking speed.

Hundreds of thousands of people were kicked out of the buildings, and gradually gathered in the street to form a river, moving forward not far away.

"What are we going to do?" someone in the crowd asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, but you are still asking us to carry weapons. Could it be that you are asking us to participate in the battle?" You cleverly asked suspiciously.

A burly Indian-looking man looked around, shook his head and said, "Impossible, I think they are about to attack the city just now."

"Maybe let us clean up the mess." Someone speculated.

The team gradually stopped, and the crowds gathered from all directions blocked the streets tightly, and there were flesh-faced rebels standing on both sides around them, shouting loudly, telling them to take up their weapons and prepare for battle.

"No, I don't want to join in."

A young voice shouted, suddenly pushed aside the crowd, and quickly fled to the side.

boom.

Without waiting for the people here to react, whether to flee or stay, a gunshot was heard from the roof next to it, and the young man's head exploded like a watermelon. Roll to the ground.

"This is the fate of running away." A big man stood on the side of the road and shouted loudly, "As long as you succeed, you will be able to get paid more than what New York gives you. If you run away, or fail to work Work hard, that guy is your fate."

Not far away, there was a sudden sound of panicked footsteps. Hundreds of guys screamed strangely and fled desperately with their guns in hand. Some figures flashed behind them. Those guys screamed and fell to the ground from time to time.

"Pick up the gun and prepare to shoot." The big man roared.

The survivors clicked and pulled the bolt of the gun, and reluctantly pointed the muzzle at the other end of the street.

In a short period of time, tens of thousands of people were raised here, and more than a dozen surrounding streets were blocked. When the gun bolt was pulled, the sound was clear and loud. Suddenly, the guards in the distance stopped and hid behind the bunker in surprise. Believe it or not, look here.

There was darkness in front of them, and I don't know how many people were aiming at them with guns. Several guards turned their heads to look at the musketeers, "Head, what should we do?"

"How do I know?" the musketeer shouted anxiously.

There were so many people, even if he was asked to shoot them, they would not be able to kill so many people, the musketeer said loudly, "Check the ammunition, everyone pay attention to concealment."

"Rush, rush up for me."

Da da da.

Behind the crowd, gunshots rang out suddenly, and those guys who had fled back were about to run in front of the crowd, when suddenly a burst of gunfire swept over them, the few who ran at the front had happy smiles on their faces, and then burst out of their bodies. There was a little bit of blood.

"Chong, I will kill whoever stops here."

Finally, under the threat of shouts and gunshots, someone started to move, holding a gun, yelling loudly, and frantically pulling the trigger while running.

The crowd moved, and the rest of the people began to rush forward blindly. Hundreds of thousands of guns began to rage, a large area of ​​flames flickered on the street, and countless bullets flew out, chirping and shooting across the street, crackling of the musketeers next to their bunkers.

"Counterattack, damn it, kill them." The musketeer was furious, stretched out the barrel and pulled the trigger.

Whether it is the survivors or the rebels, since they have chosen to fight, they cannot be merciful, or they will be the ones who will die.

The musketeer didn't want to die, and didn't want to be chased away by a group of mobs, so he fired without hesitation. Under his leadership, hundreds of guards began to counterattack and shoot.

Puff puff.

The bullets ejected from the electromagnetic gun penetrated people's bodies, several or even a dozen at a time.

Those who rushed to the front fell to the ground, screaming and throwing themselves on the ground, blood gushing continuously.

The crowd behind panicked and dodged left and right. In the distance, the snipers on the roof began to shoot, killing the fleeing survivors on the spot.

"Come on, kill anyone who dares to hide, and go to me." Dozens of big men threatened the crowd and shouted.

"I'll fight with you." Someone shouted loudly, turning the muzzle of the gun.

Bang.

A bullet flew from nowhere and instantly exploded the person's head.

The big man grinned grimly, stepped on the corpse, wiped the brains off his face, and shouted at the stunned survivors beside him, "Go, fuck me."

If you don't go up, you will die. If you go up, with the number of tens of thousands of people, you may still be able to survive.

With such thoughts in mind, the crowd surged again, each of them lowered their heads and hid behind their companions in front, holding up their guns, looking outside from time to time and pulling the trigger indiscriminately.

Large groups of survivors were knocked to the ground, but there were still countless bullets spraying over. The enemy not only launched an attack from this street, tens of thousands of people surrounded more than a dozen surrounding streets, and now they are surrounding them from all directions. Come over and surround them tightly.

Bullets kept hitting the surroundings, and the guards barely resisted with bulletproof vests. People were constantly hit by many bullets, screaming and falling to the ground.

"Head, there are not enough bullets." Someone began to shout loudly.

I brought ten magazines with me, which was already fully loaded, and the bullets were discarded in the pickup truck. No one would have thought that the battle would be so fierce, and no one would have thought that all those automatic loaders would be brought with them. .

"Retreat, retreat into the building." The musketeer shouted helplessly.

(End of this chapter)