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Text Chapter 633 It doesn¡¯t matter if they are all dead

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    Wang Lu climbed to the side of the telescope, leaned towards the opening of the mirror and looked out - the zombie wave stopped again, being cut and chopped in front of the saw blades, and scattered throughout the entire defense line within a tens of meters wide area.  Looking at countless such cylinders, Wang Lu seemed to be able to hear the buzzing sound of the motor in the tall building. No zombie could nimbly avoid these cylinders because there were high-speed rotating saw blades everywhere in front, back, left and right of it.  The zombies' movements were dull. Even if there were intelligent zombies commanding from behind, it was impossible for them to make flexible dodge movements. They almost hit the cylinder face to face.

    Ammunition is limited, but as long as there is sufficient energy, the machine can always run continuously.  Well, no, the machinery will also stop if the moving parts overheat.  But, how many voters need to be sacrificed to make these cylinders stop?  Wang Lu couldn't imagine it.

    His eyes moved to the first fire blockade. The cannons of the fortress were still roaring. Voters continued to fall down. The remains of body parts, broken flesh, and corpse liquid had completely covered the ground of the ruins. The voters would even scream when they staggered on it.  He fell to the ground unconsciously.

    How many voters have already fallen for the first blockade of money?  one thousand?  Ten thousand?  No, maybe the absolute number of voters who actually died would not be too many, but the number of voters who were completely incapacitated would definitely exceed one hundred thousand.  Because they charged straight into the gunfire, the intelligent zombies who commanded them didn't even bother to give simple commands like lying down to avoid the gunfire.

    Facing the cylinder blockade, how many voters need to be sacrificed?

    Wang Lu closed her eyes. Although he, like the high-IQ zombies he once met, looked down on the voters from the bottom of his heart and sang about "zombies and zombies are the same family", in his heart he was secretly  He doesn't regard them as the same species, but this is the first time he has seen so many voters sacrifice themselves in front of him - damn, that's not called sacrifice, that's sending death.

    Suddenly, someone pushed Wang Lu: "What are you doing? Quick. Record the location of the reaper."

    It turns out this is called the Reaper. The name is very appropriate. The saw blade is the sickle used by the God of Death to harvest the chosen people.

    Wang Lu opened her eyes and saw Xu Jie lying at the window regardless of exposing himself.  Keep your eyes on the front line.  Wang Lu quickly marked the map with his hand. After looking at it for a moment, Wang Lu realized that what he marked was the precise location of the reaper.  He quickly followed suit.  Mark the location you see.

    Soon, a large number of maps marking the locations of different Reapers were sent from other zombies through brain waves, and a complete map of the Reapers was assembled.

    Xu Jie quickly found himself face to face with Wang Lu's defense line on the map.  Drawing a circle: "These reapers are the two of us responsible for destroying them."

    Wang Lu asked: "How to destroy it? Is it with a gun?"

    Xu Jie shook his head: "Our power is limited, we can't waste it here, of course we use voters."

    Wang Lu nodded with understanding: "I understand, are you using those to arm the voters? This is a good idea. They are wearing heavy armor. The reaper's saw blades must not be able to do anything to them. Maybe  If you saw it hard, you would break the saw blade."

    Xu Jie still shook his head: "We have trained the Chosen Warriors with great difficulty. They cannot be consumed easily. Besides, do you think the fortress's long-range firepower is a vegetarian? Before the Chosen Warriors get close to the reapers, the snipers of the fortress will kill them.  Get rid of it, no matter how thick the armor is, it can't stop the specially-made bullets that can penetrate armored vehicles."

    Wang Lu was startled: "But with ordinary voters - how many deaths would it take for the reapers to bear too much burden and destroy it?"

    Xu Jie said: "Of course we won't use ordinary voters - did you see the red scarf?"

    "What?"

    "The red scarf is the red scarf you hung around your neck when you were in elementary school."

    Wang Lu looked through the telescope and found that among the dark crowd of voters, many voters were wearing red scarves.

    It is not unusual to have a red scarf.  When the biohazard broke out, many children became voters.  The red scarves around their necks are, for some reason, more durable than ordinary clothing materials. They have survived to this day despite being exposed to wind and sun.

    However, the red scarf Wang Lu saw now was extremely bright, and it did not look like it had faded or broken over time. It was clearly hung up recently.

    Xu Jie said: "These voters wearing red scarves have been specially treated by us. We have implanted a large number of metal parts in their bodies. Later you will command them to embrace the reapers, and the reapers' saw discs will hit them."  The metal parts in the body will definitely be damaged over time.¡±

    Wang Lu frowned: "Is this really possible?"

    Xu Jie shrugged: "Well, we didExperiment Of course, it takes a lot of time, but time is on our side, right?  "

    Wang Lu silently looked at the telescope for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Why are they all old people and children?" The ones wearing red scarves were all shorter students or elderly zombies. It stands to reason that tall zombies would be buried inside.  The metal parts are bigger and more capable of damaging the Reaper's machinery, right?

    Xu Jie said calmly: "Because the elderly and children are small, it is difficult for them to attract the attention of the fortress snipers. The reaper area is already very close to the fortress and has entered the range of the snipers. They will not be stupid enough to let us destroy the reapers.  To the point where, although we can¡¯t blow it up with artillery shells, bullets can still effectively prevent us from destroying the Reapers. Using the words of the elderly and children, we can move more covertly You will have to pay attention later. When destroying the Reapers, use a large amount of them first.  Ordinary voters rush up to block the view of the fortress, and then direct the red scarves to rush up and let them hug the reapers. Although these voters are not smart, they have no problem executing such simple orders."

    After a brief pause, the zombie wave once again launched an attack on the Reapers.

    Dots of bright red scarves are dotted among the black zombies, which are so conspicuous. On the surface, they are no different from ordinary zombies, but inside their bodies, a large number of metal parts have been stuffed by the intelligent zombies -  -Long-handled screwdrivers, picks, nails, iron rods, and even entire galvanized water pipes.

    Wang Lu looked through the memories of the "Red Scarves" and learned that the intelligent zombies performed precise surgeries on them at first - opening their chests, cutting off their ribs, and replacing them with metal bars - but the intelligent zombies soon discovered that doing so  It was very inefficient, so they directly cut open the stomachs of the zombies and randomly stuffed the collected metal parts into them, such as water pipes and other long objects.  It was stabbed directly from the throat to the butthole.

    Wang Lu believed that if she were next to those red scarves, she would definitely be able to hear the clanking sound of the metal parts in their bodies hitting each other as they move forward.

    A child with a big belly rushed towards a Reaper under the command of Wang Lu. It stretched out its thin arms like reed sticks.  Trying hard to hug the Reaper tightly, the cold metal surface was covered with zombie mince and corpse liquid.  Amidst the harsh sound of sawing, the child's body was torn apart, and the metal parts inside it flew out and fell all over the floor.  However, there wasn't even a scratch on the reaper's body.

    This is really a unnecessary sacrifice.

    Xu Jie muttered beside him: "This won't work. The Reaper has just been started and is running very stably. We still need a large number of ordinary voters to charge continuously to make their parts overheat due to long-term operation. By then  , the effect of the red scarf will be better.¡±

    The smart zombies quickly reached a consensus through brain waves, and the zombie wave's attacks became more rhythmic. First, they sent out several waves of ordinary zombies to focus on the reapers in the front row, forcing the operators in the rear to continuously increase the speed of the saw blades, and then  , mixing the red scarf among ordinary zombies to "affectionately" embrace the reaper.

    Such repeated and monotonous attacks lasted for an unknown period of time. Wang Lu found that there were fewer and fewer red scarves among the zombies.  At this moment, a Reaper suddenly made a squeaking sound. Several red scarves pounced on it almost at the same time. There was an explosion and a stream of green smoke sprayed out from the inside of the Reaper.

    Successfully.  The sacrifice of the red scarf finally paid off with visible results.

    Xu Jie also looked very satisfied. He said to Wang Lu: "We suffered a big loss when we first encountered the Reapers. At that time, we only pushed the voters up and attacked indiscriminately. As a result, the bastards in the fortress  Let the reapers take turns to rest to cool down the high-speed rotating motors inside. Many friends died, but they just didn't conflict with this line of defense. Now it's okay, there is a first one and a second one. I have said it before, there is nothing  Can turn off voters.¡±

    The commander in the fortress also noticed the unexpected situation on the front line and immediately made adjustments. Some reapers in the front line that had been running for too long retracted into the ruins again. It seemed that they needed to cool down their parts, but the intelligent zombies had already  The precise location of each Reaper has been marked on the map. They sent a large number of zombies to wait for the Reaper's hiding place. They even ordered some tall and powerful zombies to smash the top of the Reaper with rocks, and some  The zombie dumped the gasoline barrel in his arms on the ground, then lit it on fire, trying to roast the reaper with the fire.

    From the beginning of the design, the possibility of being attacked by various attacks has been considered. Naturally, it is impossible for the zombies to destroy them. However, the intelligent zombies don't actually care whether these messy methods can destroy the reapers. They just need to  The more chaotic the scene, the better, so as to cover the attack of the red scarves.

    As expected, the fortress commander made a mistake in his judgment. He sent snipers to attack the zombies who seemed to be having the most fun. The professional soldiers were indeed very skilled. A zombie fell down with the sound of a gunshot. However,There were too many zombies. Even if the gunshots were heard continuously, the intelligent zombies on the Reaper defense line still gradually gained the upper hand.

    Some harvesters continue to strike after the burst, and some of them have collapsed.

    The Reaper, who had not yet finished cooling down, had to rise again to make up for the holes in the defense.

    However, the situation was irreversible. After paying more heavy casualties than the artillery blockade, the zombie wave finally overwhelmed the Reaper defense line, and the last Reaper suddenly stopped running amidst a strange scream.  The lower body of an old zombie with a red scarf has been completely sawed into pieces, but its upper body arms are still hugging the reaper tightly, like hugging its first love.

    "Did we win?" Wang Lu asked.

    "It's still early." Xu Jie said: "It's time for those cowering turtles in the fortress to come out and fight us with real swords and guns. The fun is yet to come."

    The battlefield suddenly became eerily silent. There was no sound of explosions of artillery shells, buzzing of chainsaws, screams of bullets, or even the unconscious roars of the zombies.

    "Come on! Come on! You son of a bitch! Let's fight the bastards in the fortress with real swords and real guns!" The violence in Xu Jie's brainwaves was not only clearly felt by Wang Lu, but also by those he was responsible for commanding.  The zombies in that area also sensed it, and they started to stir uneasily.

    The fortress has moved.

    To be precise, the wall of the fortress moved.

    The unchanging, continuous gray wall vibrated slightly, opening one door after another, inside the door.  Vehicles rumbled out - the armored rollers that Wang Lu was familiar with, but this time the rollers were guarded by tanks and wheeled armored personnel carriers.

    Looking from the building where Wang Lu is located, the armored clusters in the distance are as big as beetles, but these "beetles" can be folded like toothpicks.  Break the zombies in front of them.  Unlike the stationary reapers, they are more proactive in killing zombies and their actions are more flexible.  As you can imagine, the tanks and personnel carriers following them were not here to make fun of them.

    When we were still a hundred meters away from the front line of the zombie wave, the iron flow, which represented the highest level of human warfare, suddenly stopped. Countless cannons and muzzles were aimed at the zombie wave on the opposite side.

    Xu Jie is now looking at the "owner" perspective.  He said disdainfully: "I really admire these bastards from Bastion for taking out all the money - go for it!"

    Go!

    The silent cry was transmitted through brain waves at the speed of light to the minds of all the zombies on the front line. Whether they were children or old people, young people or disabled people, all the zombies rushed towards the Iron Warriors at the fastest speed.

    This is the most correct strategy. As long as the density of firepower delivered by the fortress is not enough to offset the number of zombies, then the final victory will eventually belong to the intelligent zombies.

    The black tide surged, crashing towards the armored cluster of the fortress like a huge wave.  The distance of 100 meters is not that far. Bolt only needs to run in less than 10 seconds. Although the zombies are slow, it only takes a few breaths. The zombie running at the front is already only 5 or 6 meters away from a tank.  .

    The armored cluster made no movement.  There was no movement at all, no cannon fire, no shots fired, not even a pebble.  Nor was it thrown from the ranks of the Iron Warriors.

    "There's a ghost! Stop charging!" Wang Lu blurted out in desperation.  He even used brainwaves to "mass-send" this message to all the zombies.

    The smart zombies in the capital responded quickly, saying "sick", "you are stupid", "stop, anyone who stops will be trampled to death" Finally there is a smart zombie who can still be objective.  Reply: "No matter what tricks the fortress has, we can only charge forward at this time."

    He rushed forward, and the outstretched arm of the zombie at the front had already touched the huge roller of the steamroller.

    Almost in the blink of an eye, a series of loud rumblings came. Wang Lu was shaken in the building. Rows of smoke pillars rose into the sky between the zombie wave and the armored cluster. Xu Jie shouted.  : "It's a mine."

    Wang Lu shouted: "No, it's not a mine, it's a trap!"

    The pit, no, it should be a trench, a trench parallel to the wall of the fortress. After a series of fixed-point explosions, a super large trench with a width of more than 20 meters appeared at the foot of the zombie wave. Countless zombies were touching the armored cluster.  Before that, it rolled into the ditch.

    The trench is more than 10 meters deep. Fortunately, there is no device at the bottom. There are no bamboo sticks, no poisonous thorns, and no upside-down triangular nails. The bottom is just a hastily dug channel and has only been leveled off.  Cured mud floor.  Except for the first batch of zombies who were unlucky enough to have their necks, arms and legs broken, most of the zombies who fell into the pit behaved as normal.

    This thisIt's like child's play.

    There is nothing surprising about this ditch in terms of the amount of engineering work. Any modern artificial canal is much grander than it. The only praiseworthy thing is that the camouflage on the ditch is quite good until the zombies step on it.  When we went up, the directional explosion blew away the thin layer of cement board above.

    But the function of such a moat-like ditch seems to be as useless as the ancient moats. Apart from delaying the attack of zombies, it has no use at all.

    Wang Lu turned around and asked: "Is there any equipment that can help the voters in the ditch climb up?" Wang Lu knew that it was not easy to let so many zombies crawl out of the ditch. Most zombies are still unable to move.  It is still very weak. Climbing high ladders has always been a fatal weakness. He thought for a while: "How about we order the voters to fill this trench with a slope? There is a lot of rubble around it anyway."

    Xu Jie stared at the front line and said without looking back: "Why bother? Just let the voters fill up this small urine ditch and it's over." He waved his hand: "Go ahead."

    The zombies standing by the pit continued to charge - jumping into the ditch like dumplings.

    Xu Jie shook his head and said: "In ancient times, people threw whips to make chaos, but now I have people driving corpses to fill holes. I want to see the fortress. Are you good at digging holes, or am I faster at filling holes? If you have the guts, dig again."  As much as you dig, I will fill it in for you."

    Wang Lu finally couldn't help it anymore: "This is not necessary at all. We only need to fill in a few channels with rubble in the ditch to move forward. It is a waste to directly fill it with the voters' money."

    Xu Jie raised his head and glanced at Wang Lu: "Wang Lu, I'm not talking about you. You come from a small place and your vision is not broad enough. Not all the voters used to fill the ditch will die, let alone all of them. It doesn't matter.  .¡±
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