The Strongest Organization of the End Times

Chapter 32 "Favorites"

Thirty M4A1 automatic rifles fired in unison, like this dense group of zombies, one armor-piercing bullet can penetrate at least 5 zombies, the metal storm wave after wave, the zombies also fell down in rows , but there are too many zombies, if one hundred of them are killed, the ruler's zombies will regain control of one hundred and go into battle.

"Chirp, chirp" Hell's No. [-] team started firing grenades.

"Boom, boom, boom." The power of the MK2 grenade is still acceptable. Once the grenade hits the ground, it will definitely blow up a large area, which makes Zhao Mo and others very happy.

Zhao Mo and the others retreated while fighting, trying to keep a distance from the zombie group.

But the zombies still had to hurry up. At this time, the zombies were already within 100 meters in front of Zhao Mo and the others.

"Damn it, we're still short of people!" Zhao Zhixing couldn't help cursing when he saw the zombies getting closer.

If there are more people, the firepower will increase. In that case, killing zombies will be easy after all.

At this time, Zhao Mo was also very unhappy. Since the start of the war, he has been at a disadvantage, while the zombies are pressing harder and harder.

"Squad leader and above, draw their swords and fight in close quarters, while the rest continue to shoot," Zhao Mo shouted suddenly at this moment.

The team leader is Zhao Zhixing and others. They all have hell armor. It is not dangerous to rush into the zombie group and fight in melee. That's why Zhao Mo said that the team leader is above.

"呲咚" five people threw the M4A1-rifle on the ground, and at the same time pulled out the sharp Tang knife, the sparkling sharpness made people surprised.

"Kill!" Zhao Mo yelled, and then rushed straight up.

Seeing this, Shen Jingbing and the others immediately followed.

Five people fought side by side, forming a steel city wall. The Tang knife in Zhao Mo's hand was like a phantom, and the speed was shocking.

However, the more zombies Zhao Mo killed, the angrier the ruler's zombies became, so a large number of zombies rushed towards the five people, wanting to gnaw these five hard bones before going to deal with the others.

The Hell No. [-] team also seized this opportunity, shooting wildly, pulling the trigger, changing magazines, pressing bullets, and a series of movements became more and more proficient.

Every swing of Zhao Mo, every blade light, represents a zombie being cut in two.

Time passed quickly, and 10 minutes passed.

Although only 10 minutes had passed, Shen Jingbing and the others felt that after an hour or two, they were too tired and their hands were sore.

At this time, Zhao Mo and the others' Hell Armor were covered in dirty blood, black and red blood, very viscous, and very smelly, rancid.

There are countless zombie corpses under their feet, and the No. [-] Hell team is also very tired. It is uncomfortable for them to pull the trigger and press the bullet.

The hell organization and the thousands of zombies are as close as enemies, and they are evenly matched, mainly relying on the steel city walls of five people including Zhao Mo and Shen Jingbing.

"I'm going to...can't...stop!" Zhao Zhixing said one by one, obviously his physical strength was reaching zero.

"Brother Zhao, I'm going too soon." Liu Da said in a difficult tone

"I can hold on for a while," Zhao Zhen also said in a heavy tone.

"Hold on." Zhao Mo could only encourage them at this time.

Just when Liu Da, Zhao Zhixing, and Zhao Zhen were about to collapse from exhaustion,
"Ang" suddenly roared out of nowhere, and the zombies who were fighting Zhao Mo and others reluctantly left, and soon disappeared.

After the zombies left, Zhao Zhixing and others subconsciously sat down to rest, but Zhao Mo suddenly shouted coldly: "Don't move, continue to maintain an offensive posture!"

Zhao Mo's tone was very cold, scaring Zhao Zhixing and the others to stand up straight.

Zhao Zhixing wanted to say something to Zhao Mo, but he suddenly gasped.

The zombies who had left ran back again, saw Zhao Mo and the others standing there without fatigue, still maintaining an attacking posture, and left again.

"Find a place to rest!" Seeing that the zombies had left this time, Zhao Mo said directly.

"Damn it, can the zombies play tricks now? Leave on purpose to see if we are tired? Oh my God, fortunately we didn't sit down and rest just now, otherwise these zombies will definitely kill us while we are tired." Liu Da said in disbelief.

"The ruler zombie should have seen that his subordinates suffered heavy casualties, but we were unscathed. It was worried that if this continues, its subordinates would be killed by us, but it was unwilling to leave, so it wanted to test us. If we If we showed fatigue just now, then the ruler zombies will definitely take advantage of this to kill us, on the contrary, if we continue to maintain an offensive posture without being tired, then the ruler zombies will give up attacking us." Zhao Mo explained perfectly.

At this point, many people expressed their admiration.

"Let's go, find a place to rest, Old Shen, go and ask how much ammunition they have left!" Zhao Mo said as he walked into a nearby house.

"Zhao Zhen, Zhao Zhixing, Liu Da, go and ask the members of your squad how much ammunition they have." After listening to Zhao Mo's words, Shen Jingbing said to Zhao Zhen and the others

This is called first-level management.

After hearing this, the three of them nodded in unison, took a short rest and asked about the ammunition situation.

"Congratulations to the host for killing (2526) ordinary zombies and gaining 2526 points, and the current balance of points is "9691"" The system's prompt sounded. "

"Congratulations to the host for killing (600) first-level zombies and getting 6000 points. The current point balance is "14691"." The system's prompt sounded. "

At this time, the voice of the system sounded in Zhao Mo's mind.

"9800 points, that's only so many points." Zhao Mo said with some distaste when he saw such a few points in this battle.

It's not a good deal to fight this battle.

"There are still [-] rounds of bullets, and the grenades are used up!" Shen Jingbing stood up and said at this time.

"Well, I see!" Zhao Mo nodded in response.

Although he didn't say anything on the surface, Zhao Mo still felt that the loss was too much. He remembered that when he came out, he brought [-] rounds of ammunition, and now he only killed more than [-] zombies, and he lost nearly [-] bullets. It also means that nearly a thousand rounds of bullets were wasted. These are not ordinary bullets, but armor-piercing bullets!The kind that can wear five in one.

There are also MK2 grenades, I brought 150 of them, and all of them are used up.

"What a loss, what a loss!" Zhao Mo wailed in his heart
It took so much effort to gain so little, and I felt a little disappointed.

"Let's go! Go back!" Zhao Mo said.

Now that the ammunition is almost exhausted, if you don’t go back, you may never go back. It’s been less than an hour since you arrived in Nancheng, and you’re going to sneak back. It’s a failure in life.

Zhao Mo stood up, smelled it suddenly, and smelled a rancid smell, and it was from his own Hell Armor. Seeing this, Zhao Mo went straight to the bathroom in the house, turned on the faucet and took a rinse.

Seeing this, Shen Jingbing and others followed suit.

　Ask for a collection, ask for a recommendation ticket, if you have money, get a reward, if you don't have money, get a recommendation ticket, give some encouragement

　　
　
(End of this chapter)