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    Outside Yongyang Town.  ken

    Five 105mm howitzer barrels point directly ahead at Yongyang Town, and three 75mm rapid-fire cannons have also been set up next to them.  More than a dozen 60mm mortars stand in the sky, ready to attack large areas of zombies approaching the military formation at any time.

    In front of the artillery array, all the machine guns originally equipped by the 461st Regiment and the machine guns captured from the base were taken out.  Nearly a hundred light and heavy machine guns were set up every two meters apart. After being informed of the usage methods and key requirements, a large number of survivors were feeling the excitement of holding the machine guns.

    About fifty soldiers holding Type 95 or Type 03 assault rifles patrolled behind the machine gun array.  Their mission is to kill anyone who might pose a threat to the position.  Instruct the machine gunner to shoot the possible large-scale zombie wave.

    The engines of the three armored vehicles did not stall, and hundreds of cars of various types were parked not far away

    In the center of the artillery array, a large number of soldiers stood upright around the artillery, and the artillery shells next to them were piled up like hills.

    Chu Feihong, leader of the 461st Regiment, waved his big hand downward.

    The artillery battalion commander raised his right hand straight up and pointed at the sky at an angle of 135 degrees, pointing directly in the direction of Yongyang Township.  He had a resolute face and shouted loudly: "Fire!!!"

    Bang, bang, bang The eight field guns opened fire one after another, a salvo.  A wisp of green smoke billowed in front of the barrel, and bursts of air ripped through the air at the muzzle.  The low bang of the gun barrel shook all the survivors along with the air waves.

    Boom boom boom In the distant Yongyang Town, violent explosions echoed in the peaceful world for a long time.  On the streets of Yongyang Town, eight giant bloody pits of several meters were like magic eyes. The broken limbs of countless zombies were blown into the air by the air waves, and then fell to the ground like raindrops.  The tall buildings on both sides seemed to be stained with flesh and blood, with patches of black, red, and bloody stucco.

    "Seventeen o'clock direction, distance 4,627 meters, target Yongyang Avenue." The artillery battalion commander continued to shout: "The impact point is eight o'clock on the line. Fire a salvo."

    Bang, bang, bang

    "Roar, roar. Hiss, ow" In Yongyang Town, countless ferocious and terrifying faces began to let out piercing roars, and the roars and hisses were so loud that survivors in the distance could hear them.  The zombies who were violently alarmed by the explosion of the shells all looked up to the sky and roared.

    Some big-headed ¡®lord¡¯ zombies started roaring almost at the same time. Their deep roars became more and more regular, and more ordinary zombies followed their rhythm.  Those neat roars gradually overcame the sound of the exploding air waves of the artillery shells.

    "Roar" Finally, countless zombies let out a long and hoarse roar, and rushed towards the survivors at the same time.

    There are more and more black spots in the distance, and countless zombies are gradually rushing toward the survivors from the rows of houses and streets. They are densely packed and the tide of zombies is surging.

    "Sixteen o'clock direction, distance 3976 meters, target tile-roofed buildings. The impact points are scattered on the plane. Fire."

    "Sixteen o'clock direction, distance 3791 meters, target rapeseed field. The impact point of the bomb is scattered on the plane. Fire"

    "Sixteen o'clock direction. Free fire."

    Bang, bang, bang the screams of shells and violent explosions are endless.

    Looking at the endless tide of corpses, the ordinary survivors behind the machine guns also felt their scalps numb and their spines chilly.  The tens of thousands of zombies rushing in seemed to make the earth shake slightly.  Countless blood-red figures with no end in sight were getting closer and closer to everyone.

    "Free mortar fire." The artillery battalion commander shouted with his forward finger.

    Boom boom boom A large number of craters and the flesh and bone fragments of countless zombies were quickly filled and covered by zombies rushing in behind. They came at an alarming speed.  The zombies rushing in front were already opening their mouths to the survivors.

    Major Hu Linhai, who was sent by his subordinates, looked at the sea of ??rushing zombies. He just walked in front of the machine gun fire and said in a low but clear voice to the trembling survivors: "Don't feel pity for them, let alone feel pity for yourself.  Fear. Remember, they are just walking corpses, carrion without the ability to think. All you need to do is hold the firearm in your hand, pull the trigger, change the magazine, and shoot bullets into their bodies like the soldiers told you.  , blow their heads, end their sinful lives, and send them to see their relatives. Win dawn and hope for the motherland."

    Hu Linhai¡¯s small voice can be imprinted in the mind of every survivor. Everything is so beyond the scope of natural knowledge.  When he finished speaking the word hope, the nervous survivors no longer trembled, leaving only ample courage and endless strength.

    Although he has obtained the title of doctoral tutor in psychological hypnotism

    Just as the zombie forward rushed less than 300 meters away from the machine gun position, a black figure at the front of the crowd put down the flamethrower in his hand. He took a shot from the pocket of the black windbreaker he was wearing.He took out a pack of Great China, took out a cigarette, and used a silver windproof lighter to light a cigarette for himself.  Seeing the countless zombies running towards him, he slowly turned around, threw the lighter to the ground behind which was filled with oil and dead branches and debris, picked up the flamethrower and walked towards the position.

    Whoop, whoop, boom.  The lighter fell to the ground, and the purple windproof flame instantly ignited the flammable materials on thousands of square meters of open space.  In an instant, a raging fire broke out, and the flames and black smoke reached into the sky.

    And the survivors holding machine guns seemed to only see the black figure walking towards them from the flames, step by step.

    Wang Ronghua in the position saw countless red dots in the flames gradually falling down, and the zombies were burned to ashes.  His tense nerves finally relaxed a little. These zombies were not afraid of death by fire.  But when he noticed the man in the black windbreaker, Wang Ronghua asked Chu Feihong next to him: "Captain Chu, is that comrade one of yours? I think his style seems a bit loose."

    "Minister Wang, that comrade is not affiliated with our regiment." Li Feihong replied: "He is an agent of the National Security Secret Service. He has just completed a mission recently and is on vacation in x city. After the disaster broke out, this comrade arrived  Our unit. Although his style is different from ordinary people, his skills are very good and he helped us eliminate more than 300 soldiers who turned into zombies."

    "Oh? In that case, we need to train them well in the future." When Wang Ronghua spoke, he saw a large number of zombies no longer rushing directly towards the death flames, but bypassing the burning ground and rushing towards the position in two parts.

    Wang Ronghua was immediately shocked and said hurriedly: "Commander Chu, look, those zombies really have intelligence."

    Chu Feihong looked back and ignored Wang Ronghua but directly gave the order: "The machine gunners are ready, the artillery continues to fire to suppress. The whole regiment immediately implements the second plan."

    The game is over and the battle begins.

    The man in black walked to the machine gun fire position and looked at a young man who started to tremble again. He threw away his cigarette and said to the man: "A man needs a body like steel and a soul like a dragon. I say you  There must be at least one kind.¡±

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