Alien Invasion, starting with rescuing the First Emperor

Night falls.

Inside the city of Xianyang.

All pedestrians on the street have long been emptied.

In the empty streets, only ironclad soldiers patrolled back and forth.

Curfew.

Even if there is no war, it must be carried out.

Today, without this curfew, the people of Xianyang are afraid that they will not dare to go out.

War from the west of Xianyang.

Hit from daytime until late at night.

Because of the high walls, no one could see what was going on over there,

but the monstrous fire turned the blue sky red.

Like a dragon, the smoke of gunpowder fills the sky and the earth.

The whole of Xianyang was shrouded in ashes.

The earth trembled.

A demonic howl that lingered throughout the day.

It's night, and tonight is destined to be sleepless.

Countless people hid in their homes and muttered silently.

"Is this the zombie in the mouth

of the First Emperor?" "Although I can't go to the front line to see it, but through the huge city wall and looking at the scorched red sky, I can't imagine what is going on over there!" "

These are the demons that were released from hell!" "These are

the souls of the people of the Six Kingdoms who were killed by the First Emperor, they crawled out of hell, and now they are here to take revenge!"

This is retribution!" Nearly

half of the people in Xianyang City were wealthy merchants who migrated from the Six Kingdoms.

They have a grudge against Yingzheng.

But now he has to accept the protection of Yingzheng.

If those zombies attack Xianyang City.

The consequences will be dire.

Xianyang, surrounded by the city wall, will become a dinner plate for zombies, and no one will be able to escape.

No matter how much he hated Yingzheng before.

At this time, you have to pray silently in your heart.

Pray that Ying Zheng can win this war.

They have a chance to live.

But the aborigines of Xianyang City have a different view.

In a private house.

There was a six- or seven-year-old child who was innocently asking his parents.

"Daddy, those zombies won't really attack Chang'an City, right?"

This family is an orthodox Longxi old Qin person.

There is great trust in the Qin Dynasty.

The old father touched his short beard and said earnestly, "Child, you have to believe that as long as His Majesty the First Emperor is here, even if the gods and demons in the sky invade, they will be killed by him!"

"Children, you have to remember that we old Qin people are born warriors, and we must never stop training ourselves, waiting for the call of His Majesty the Emperor at any time!"

"We are farmers when we pick up hoes, and we have to farm for Great Qin. "

We pick up the sword and we are warriors, and we want to fight the world for Daqin!" From

his father's resolute eyes, the child seemed to understand something.

There are also those who have the same shape, and they follow and learn.

......

It's night, and the twilight is dreary.

Xianyang West Wai.

But the land is still red.

The trebuchet fires fireballs and boulders keep smashing into the zombie horde.

It won't stop at all.

The arrows are being fired and will not stop.

The zombies don't stop either.

The burning fire is lighting up the whole world.

There were soldiers coming from the front.

"Your Majesty, the trenches are nearly half filled!"

They kept stabbing the zombies in the heads with their spears to prevent them from climbing this way.

But the width and depth of the trenches are limited after all.

Zombies will fill up quickly.

At that time, the zombies can directly step on.

"Order, pour gasoline and ignite!"

It was Ying Zheng who carried it from the Upper Realm Immortal Lord.

Each plastic drum of gasoline has a capacity of 10 kilograms.

These things were delivered to the front line early.

Now is the time to use it.

Trench front.

Soldiers with plastic gasoline barrels pass through the gap between the tin figures.

Looking at the trench in front of you, it was like an endless abyss.

They unscrewed the lid of the plastic bucket.

Gasoline poured directly over the zombie's head.

Halfway through, I threw the plastic bucket down.

Then there was a dozen fire breaks.

The gasoline immediately caught fire.

The nearest zombie turned into a fire corpse.

And the gasoline found the oil drum along the oil road.

The next moment.

The

gasoline that didn't have time to be poured exploded directly.

The huge shock wave blew up the zombies in a radius of several meters into powder.

Even the tin men on the edge of the trenches were shocked and fell backwards.

Gasoline fires simply cannot be extinguished.

The trenches, which had already filled 1/3, quickly turned into a sea of fire.

After the oil arrived.

More soldiers at the rear of the barrier, carrying flammable thatch ferns, threw them directly into the trenches.

The fire is even more intense.

The herald at the front shouted, "The Tin Man retreats!"

in front of such a raging fire.

If the Tin Man stays there.

The iron armor they wear will become a shackle to kill themselves.

Listen to orders.

The Tin Man retreated to a steel furnace built near the trench.

They will continue to be on the front lines.

The hot molten iron in the steel furnace is not yet ready for use, so it must be prevented from being attacked by zombies.

Finally, a zombie crawled out of the trench.

Even if the zombie has a raging flame on its body.

Still stiff and swift, he rushed towards the crowd of warriors.

Zombie, as long as his body is not burned to ashes by the fire, he will always move.

"Draw your sword!"

the general ordered.

In the gap of the barrier, the soldiers in the queue drew their swords one after another—no, what they were holding now was from the Upper Realm

, if the Immortal Lord had used the Naval Six, they could have teleported to the zombie, killed it, and then returned to their original position.

But the military order is like a mountain.

No matter how strong the individual ability is.

Don't mess up the formation.

Every soldier at the front.

The arms, chest, front and legs were covered with heavy leather armor.

Leather armor, zombies can't bite open.

A zombie with a burning body on its body, let's call it a flame zombie.

When the flame zombie enters the barrier of rejection.

The slaughter began again.

Daqin's soldiers held steel bars and stabbed the heads of zombies again and again.

And it's in a wheeled way.

After the person in front of him stabbed to death.

I haven't had time to pull the rebar out yet.

The soldiers in the back immediately followed, stopping the zombies from biting the former.

Xiang Yu is one of the frontline soldiers.

He and Zhong Li, the three of them form an invincible triangular combination.

It's also according to this method, you stab once, I poke once.

"Big brother, be careful of your left!" "

Big brother, hand it over to me on the right

!" "Big brother, you are too strong!" replaced

the overlord halberd, and Xiang Yu, who was holding a steel bar, was still unstoppable.

When the flame zombies arrived.

Xiang Yu poked down with a steel bar.

Everyone else stabs a zombie at once.

And Xiang Yu didn't hold back when he exerted his strength.

Suddenly poked down with a steel bar, and all the 4 zombies behind him were stabbed through by him.

It's no wonder that Dragon's Blood Zhong Liwu shouted at him to be steady.

Xiang Yu is not only reckless.

He knows the battlefield as far as he can see.

Retract the rebar.

The gap in the attack is overshadowed by the dragon and Zhong Li.

Xiang Yu looked up and looked around, and suddenly asked.

"Why didn't those transformed black cavalry, those zombies who used the Navy Type 6 see it?"

This day after they came out of quarantine.

The zombies who used the Navy Six were gone.

Odd.