zombie frenzy

Chapter 857
A guard hid at the door of the shop, covered by the wall, holding a gun, and kept harvesting heads from a distance.

Behind him, there was a sudden burst of shouting, and before he could turn his head, a large amount of sparks splashed around him, his back was hit by a series of bullets, the fish scales in the body armor shattered into several pieces, and then a huge force surged After entering the body, the guard let out a muffled grunt and slammed against the wall, his body limp and collapsed to the ground.

Behind the car on the side of the road, the guard quickly pulled the trigger. In the scope, he threw the figures to the ground, excitedly beating them, when suddenly the head seemed to be hit hard, and the ears buzzed. He slammed heavily on the car body, punching a big dent in the iron sheet, and then his whole body kept shaking, and the fragments flew all over his body. A few seconds later, a large amount of blood spurted out from his back.

There have been a lot of situations like this. The guards were busy killing the rushing crowd, but they didn't expect the enemy to attack suddenly behind them. They were caught off guard. Dozens of guards were lying in a pool of blood. They were still twitching, but some of them were motionless, and they didn't know whether they were dead or passed out.

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

There were enemies at both ends, avoiding the crazy shooting over there, but couldn't prevent the rain of bullets behind him. Seeing a large number of his men being overturned, the musketeer roared and jumped out of the bunker, holding the gun while rushing, While desperately strafing.

The seven or eight survivors who rushed to the front had their heads blown without saying a word, and fell to the ground with a bang. The enemy swept away a large area, and the gunshots stopped for a while.

Puff puff.

A few flowers exploded on his body, the musketeer gritted his teeth, relying on his own strength to surpass the subordinates next to him, carrying the roaring rain of bullets, he rushed across the street abruptly, carrying bullets all over his body. eyes into the building.

Although it only wiped out the enemies on one side, it still brought a great turning point to the guards. Seeing him rushing out, the guards shouted one by one, rushed out desperately, and swept the street with their guns .

Hundreds of survivors were overturned, the guards covered each other, quickly left the street, and filed into the building. Dozens of big men squatted behind the door, using the cover of the doorpost, and continued to shoot, hitting the crowd over there. There was no way to attack, even though the supervising team shouted desperately behind them, and even shot and killed them, they still fell to the ground in panic.

"Go upstairs." The musketeer quickly rushed upstairs with the people.

Footsteps sounded chaotically on the stairs, except for dozens of guards who continued to stick to the gate, the remaining hundreds of people followed behind, and each floor was allocated a lot.

Clang.

The glass was smashed directly, and the muzzle of the gun stretched out. The guard squinted his eyes and searched carefully in the crowd. A big man was brandishing a gun, yelling loudly and urging the crowd to come forward. Suddenly his body froze, and his voice swallowed halfway. , the survivor next to him turned his head suspiciously, only to find that there was a hole in his head, and he had been shot dead at some point.

The crowd became even more flustered. They were just improvised mobs. Seeing that the supervising team was dead, they didn't dare to attack any more.

"Be careful, there are snipers up there." The supervisors behind the crowd noticed something was wrong and reminded their companions loudly.

"Go upstairs, go up and shoot at them." Someone shouted loudly, leading a group of people to rush to the surrounding buildings quickly.

With a team of tens of thousands of people, you can easily find hundreds of thousands of guys who are good at shooting. As for weapons, all you can hold in your hands are powerful firearms. However, there were countless of them. As soon as they said hello, many guys jumped out on their own initiative.

Attacking on the street is the rhythm of courting death. Hiding in the roof room and shooting at each other, the comparison is the accuracy of shooting and the ability to hide. Many survivors are not afraid of this. They can survive in the corpses until now. Which one hadn't experienced blood and rain, and many people were even excited because of this, raising their hands and reporting their skills loudly, for fear that they would not let themselves go.

Bang, bang.

The gunshots that had paused for a while sounded again, but this time it became much crisper.

The broken glass on the window was shattered, and several guards screamed and were sent flying. If the bullet had penetrated the bulletproof vest, at best he would have leaned back, but the bulletproof vest blocked his way. All the kinetic energy of the bullet was poured into the guard's body, which immediately hit them until their chest felt tight, and they almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Sniper." Someone shouted loudly.

On the roof, bullets rained down, and snipers launched bombardments from all directions. Those guards who were aiming at the crowd to find the enemy leader were beaten so hard that they squatted down with their heads in their arms. They couldn't even lift their heads. Sparks flew, and the battle was fierce.

After all, it’s easier to do things with more people. Hundreds of sniper rifles came from all directions, coupled with the gun barrels pouring out of the floors, and the three-dimensional crossfire, they couldn’t fight back, so they had to shrink to one side and shouted loudly. support.

"Rush in." Suppressing the firepower in the building, those supervisors jumped out again, waving their weapons and urging loudly.

Some survivors climbed up from the ground tremblingly. Seeing that there was no rain of bullets ahead, they immediately became excited and ran forward quickly.

Bullets kept bombarding the gate, the glass and stone pillars were smashed, and gravel residues were everywhere, sparks were flying in the hall, and stray bullets kept jumping around.

Dozens of guards were lying on the ground, listening to the shouts and footsteps from outside, gritted their teeth and stretched out their guns to shoot randomly. However, there were countless guns pointed at them around them, so they stretched out and pulled a few times. Bullets rained down, shattering the electromagnetic guns that were stretched out.

"I can't keep it anymore." Someone shouted loudly.

"Retreat, go to the second floor." The musketeer shouted loudly at the stairs.

A simple fortification was built here. The sofa seats found in the room and various thick door panels blocked the corridor. More than a dozen guards stood guard there with guns, and waited until the companions ran past quickly. , and quickly pulled the trigger according to the figures who were chasing after him.

Dozens of fast runners were knocked to the ground, and those who died were considered happy. Those who were wounded lay on the ground and howled, but no one dared to come forward to rescue them.

The stairway is so big, tens of millions of people gather outside, but there is only one way to go up, the number of people has no effect at this moment.

"Come on, let me go." A big man who supervised the team grabbed the survivor beside him and pushed his head with a gun.

The survivor staggered, and just walked a few steps forward, before he stood up straight, a cloud of blood sprayed from his back, and a small hole was punched out in the ground.

"Go on, damn it, don't be afraid, they can't fight together." The big man shouted.

On the corridor, the musketeer Gulu swallowed his saliva. They didn't have many bullets in their hands. If they really rushed forward regardless of their lives, they would run out of ammunition and food in a short time. This place is no better than flat ground, where a single shot can penetrate There are several enemies, but in this sloping corridor, one shot kills one. With the remaining bullets of hundreds of them, it's over after killing thousands of people.

"I'm coming," one survivor yelled.

The man hid in the corner, grabbed a grenade in his hand, pulled the ring, and without extending his hand, smashed it hard against the wall of the corridor.

The round grenade flew into the corridor, and after colliding with the wall, it exploded with a burst of exclamation.

"Come on, all go up to me." The big man shouted excitedly, turned around and patted the guy who threw the grenade, "That's right, I will remember you for your credit."

Smoke and dust spewed out from the corridor, dozens of people were threatened by the guns, roared loudly and fired wildly, rushing desperately up.

Puff puff.

The sound of flesh and blood being hit continued to resound, and the guy who rushed up the corridor rolled down from above, and the blood spread quickly.

The explosion of the grenade did not pose much threat to the guards. Relying on the fortifications and body armor, they were just a little dizzy from the shock. That's all. return to.

Looking at the dozens of corpses rolling down, people began to shrink back in fear. Even if the butts of the guns were smashed down again and again, no one dared to rush forward under the rain of bullets.

"Damn it, how did this happen?" A big man stood in the hall, looked at the corridor in front of him, and shouted through gritted teeth.

"Let me do it." Suddenly, someone shouted from behind.

A SMAW rocket launcher came out with his shoulder on it, and the man didn't dare to get too close, facing the corridor sideways, as if he had just thrown a grenade, aimed at the wall and pulled the trigger.

boom.

A large group of flames erupted in the corridor, and countless fragments of gravel flew out roaringly. The person leaning in front covered his ears and looked sideways at the side of the smoke and dust rushing out.

"Up, up." Someone yelled loudly.

There was a slight coughing sound from the corridor, as well as a few suppressed screams. Looking from the side, a huge hole was blasted into the wall, and the rubble flew away. The guy guarding it must have suffered a serious injury. .

A large group of people rushed forward, and their figures were quickly covered by smoke. From time to time, flames could be seen inside, and gunshots roared. After a while, the screams sounded again, but this time, no one was seen being knocked back.

A cannon blast opened the fortification, and the shock wave tore the simple defense to pieces. The guards standing there were turned upside down. After getting up, they dared not continue. They all retreated to the second floor with their heads down.

The battle situation became much simpler. The SMAW rocket launcher bombarded all the way, and the enemies above had no way of resisting it. They could only retreat back and forth. Gradually, the battlefield moved from the first floor to the fourth floor.

"No more? How could this happen?" the big man leading the team shouted angrily.

"I just brought a few of them, who knows they will be useful." The guy holding the bazooka said helplessly.

"Forget it, just block them like this, without the support of these guys, it won't last long there, and I will deal with them later." The big man said helplessly.

Miya's side became more and more nervous. The attacking enemy did not rush out, but hid behind the car full of gravel, pushing the car vigorously, moving forward a little bit, a distance of tens of meters, and now they were It has been shortened to 30 meters.

Smith watched with a proud face, turned his head and said to his subordinates, "Let them work harder and take them down in half an hour."

The subordinate responded, and was about to go out to inform, when suddenly a cry for help came from the walkie-talkie, "It's not good, my lord, the enemy, there are many enemies."

(End of this chapter)