zombie frenzy

Chapter 97 The corpse tide is coming
This time the vibration was even more violent.

The mountain seemed to be about to collapse, and the gravel jumped up from the slope, rolling towards the foot of the mountain.

The zombies in this wave became bigger and stronger. Under the broken clothes, large muscles bulged, holding the clothes tight. From time to time, one or two sounds of cloth strips being torn could be heard.

The speed is obviously much slower, and there is a little less flexibility in running. They only know to raise their heads and look up at the top, but it gives people a fierce feeling, as if these are the scourge.

The corpse of the zombie that was first blown up by Bonnie lay at the foot of the mountain, and the zombie was stepped over it in an instant. When all the powerful zombies jumped up the hillside, the corpse had disappeared, leaving only a black patch on the ground. There are also some tattered cloth strips with a little bit of minced meat scattered around.

Bang bang bang.

Gunshots rang out again.

Bonnie was half-kneeling, without using a scope, and just kept raining down bullets.

The bullet casings jumped out of the gun, ding ding, and a small yellow mountain bag was piled up in a short while. The two girls were desperately loading the bullets with pale faces. On the ground, the white and tender palm stretched out and snatched it away.

After a few shots, the zombies reacted, screaming and starting to defend.

Different from those quick left and right jumps before, these powerful zombies chose to lower their heads, cover their heads with their hands, and just keep rushing forward.

The bullets whirled at high speed, tearing apart the muscles on the palm and penetrating beneath the skin.

The high temperature scorched the body, and before the spilled blood appeared, it turned into a puff of black smoke. In the palm of the zombie, a scorched hole appeared. Through the hole, the dark bones inside could be seen.

The second bullet hit it, and the bone exploded, turning into countless tiny fragments, tearing the palm of the hand, and the bullet continued to rotate at a high speed, the scalp was torn apart in an instant, sparks shot out from the hard skull, dense spider webs The cracks spread rapidly.

Before the zombie could move its palm or turn its head, the third bullet crashed into the skull.

The whirling warhead rolled sideways in the brain, instantly turning the brain into a paste. The huge shock wave greatly increased the pressure in the brain, and streams of dirty blood mixed with the brain rushed out from its eyes, nose and ears.

Bonnie continued to shoot, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The tough monster last time impressed her so much that she was afraid to meet that kind of Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed with dozens of shots again. Fortunately, these are just beginning to evolve, and it only takes three shots to kill a monster. , the pressure in my heart suddenly dropped.

The monsters ran wildly with their heads down, not caring about their companions falling to the ground, they just ran blindly, charging towards the top of the mountain.

The aura of the living people above became more and more intense. These mutated human beings brought them the impulse of excitement, and they didn't want to delay for a moment, wishing to swallow them immediately.

Mark looked around and slowly untied the mace on his back.

He and Miya were guarding a pile of rocks. At their speed, they threw more than a dozen stones in one wave. At this time, they prepared their weapons and waited quietly for the zombies to approach.

"Nick, Lawrence, these monsters move slowly, remember to see them before throwing them." Park Zhengying grabbed a stone, weighed it in his hand, and turned his head to warn.

"Understood." Lawrence nodded, looking at Park Zhengying anxiously.

The monster below was getting closer and closer, and it was already close to the invisible line of defense where the stone was thrown last time.

"Throw."

Three stones flew down from the top of the mountain and hit the zombies heavily. Several monsters rolled and rolled towards the foot of the mountain. Their arms were broken, and several cracks were blown out of their skulls.

A few rocks kept flying down, and more than a dozen zombies who rushed here were blocked outside the line of defense. They were either shot to death by Bonnie, or fell to the foot of the mountain.

Bonnie slowed down again, and the gunshots followed the rhythm, harvesting the monsters that had managed to get up one by one.

The shattered skull couldn't stop the bullet at all, the bullet whirled towards it, and easily blasted a hole, smashing the brains inside.

The top of the mountain became quiet, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

After this round of rapid fire, the barrel became slightly reddened.

Bonnie stood up, lowered the muzzle of her gun, looked at the third wave of zombies approaching not far away, and said in a low voice, "I'm running out of bullets, I'm afraid you still need to do it."

"Leave it to us."

Mark waved his mace forward, looking coldly at the looming zombies in the smoke, "Bullets are precious, keep them for us, don't waste them on these zombies."

Looking at Lawrence and Nick, Mark smiled, "How? Are you afraid?"

Nick snorted and ignored it, Lawrence pushed his chest out vigorously, "Don't be afraid, it just happens to exercise my abilities."

"Alice, Amy."

Miya pressed down the spring, pulled out Muramasa, and threw the scabbard on the ground, "You two stay here and protect Bonnie."

The two little girls nodded, put down the loaded magazines in their hands, and took the clubs beside them in their hands.

Although there were a lot of zombies below, they were just ordinary monsters. The expressions of the two of them obviously improved a lot, and they stood beside Bonnie on one left and one on the right.

"No, I have this."

Bonnie bent down, pulled out a handful of army thorns from her boots, and dexterously danced a flower on her hand.

"Everyone, be careful, and try to move faster. You don't know how much is left." Mark looked at everyone, and jumped out from the top of the mountain with a loud shout, "Kill."

"Kill, kill."

"Go to hell, monster."

Five figures rushed down the hillside quickly, tearing apart the tide of corpses at the foot of the hill in an instant, bloody and stumped limbs flew up non-stop, and they blocked the hillside firmly like nails , a zombie can't break through.

"Aren't we very useless?" Alice lowered her little head and said with some anxiety. Amy next to her bit her lip and looked at Bonnie eagerly.

"No, you're not bad, I'm proud of you."

Bonnie smiled and looked at the two girls, "Everyone in the team has a different role. Someone needs to attack from a distance, someone who needs to fight in close combat, someone who needs to attack quickly, and someone who can move left and right. Similarly, we can't do without Ellie. Si’s warning, and Amy, you haven’t had a chance to display your ability yet, but don’t underestimate it, when everyone needs it, you will find that you are more important than anyone else.”

The two little girls looked at each other, and nodded half-understanding.

Anyway, it's right for people to keep recognizing them. What little girls need most is psychological comfort.

General Bonnie thrust her sniper rifle into the crevice of the rock beside her, leveled her sniper rifle, and aimed the gun at the foot of the mountain.

A silver moon is particularly conspicuous among the corpses.

Miya smiled and moved left and right. Wherever she went, the village was chopping and chopping non-stop, and the zombies turned into piles of minced meat before they got close.

"Live well."

Thinking in Miya's mind, she passed the long knife forward in her hand, and pierced into the head of a zombie with a snort, "Don't worry, Brother Fei, I will live well, for me and for you."

Mark is like a tyrannosaurus rex, with one swing of the mace, everything in front of him will be swept away.

Dirty blood and flesh splattered everywhere, seeping into the ground along the cracks in the rocks, and soon, a black fountain of blood formed at his feet.

"go to hell."

Mark roared loudly, the mace was covered with flesh and blood, and the sharply polished gear plate turned dark black. If the steel shaft of the rod hadn’t been polished with small shallow marks of fish scales, if he hadn’t been there The handle was tightly wrapped with fine cloth, and the blood flowing across it might make it impossible for him to grasp it.

Park Zhengying calmly walked among the zombies, and often the movement of her body was close to the rushing zombies.

The short spear in his hand appeared like a ghost, stabbing out from unexpected places, penetrating the zombie's body, and burying it in the head.

Before the dirty blood shot up, she had already walked to the next place. Behind her, the monsters swayed and slowly fell to the ground, and after a while, they piled up a semicircular barrier, which greatly hindered Attack of the zombies.

However, although she seemed to be the calmest, if you look carefully, you can see that Park Zhengying's face is turning pale a little bit. It is obvious that she has used her ability to kill zombies quickly, and the burden on her is still very heavy.

Lawrence was nailed to the spot, and the short spear kept stabbing forward. Every time, a zombie fell to the ground, and every time, a stream of dirty blood was shot out along with the brain.

No matter which direction the zombie came from, in his eyes, it was as slow as a snail, and he easily avoided the zombie's grasp with a simple stab, and easily penetrated through the monster's eye socket.

Among them, the hardest one is Nick, who is so strong with one arm, gritted his teeth, and sprinted for a short distance among the zombies. He did not know how many times he activated it in a very short time. With her waist propped up on her knees, she was panting heavily.

"This Nick." Bonnie smiled and shook her head.

He cleaned up the zombies on his left and right as quickly as possible, and they lay on the ground densely, fifty or sixty in number.

He also had a brainstorm and accidentally discovered another way to use his abilities.

After splitting the head of a zombie without using his ability, a pair of hands beside him had already rushed in front of him, and the corrupt breath sprayed his face. Under tension, Nick suddenly activated his ability when the surroundings were full of zombies.

After running less than one meter, he quickly avoided the grasping hands, but the ribs in his own hands pierced into the jaw of a zombie standing in front of him.

After pushing away the monster's corpse, Nick suddenly understood that not only could he attack from a long distance, but he could also launch it at close range.

No one could be seen in the circle surrounded by the monster, only zombies kept falling down.

"Can you still hold on?" Mark knocked down the last few zombies in front of him, turned his head and asked with concern.

Nick shook his head and stood up slowly, "I'm fine."

"Is everyone okay?" Mark asked loudly, some of his companions answered loudly, while others nodded silently.

Two or three hundred zombies were spread out on the ground, layer upon layer, exuding a rotten atmosphere constantly.

Mark frowned, "Stand back a little, it's no longer easy to stand here."

Not far away, a puff of more restless smoke and dust rushed quickly, and there were pairs of red eyes looking through the dust. I don't know how many there are.

"Hold on, this is the last wave, there are some injuries, don't be afraid." Mark stood halfway up the mountain and cheered loudly for everyone.

No one spoke, just silently watching the zombies approaching little by little.

Although they were just old, weak and remnant soldiers, there were too many of these monsters. Even if they stood still, they would probably die of exhaustion if they tried to wipe them out.

What is a tide of corpses? This is a tide of corpses. It does not depend on the monsters with speed and strength to win, but depends on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​corpses, relying on the absolute number.

As the distance approached, everyone's faces became more and more ugly.

No one retreated, just watched coldly, and silently clenched the weapon in his hand.

(End of this chapter)