I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Zombie sea. Oh,

Standing on the tower and looking around, the dense zombie station became a piece of black pressure. This scene could only be seen in the city center, but it is now in a quiet suburb. No one knows why a heterogeneous tide will erupt, perhaps because there is not enough living space in the city center, perhaps because of the urge to collectively forage, in any case, in short, it happened.

Such a desperate scene makes it difficult for any viewer to numb the scalp.

The 20-meter wall does not give people more security because...

The roaring sounded, and the thrower rushed to the wall of the fishbone base with a sly step, and slammed the corpse zombies in his hand toward the soldiers on the wall. The baby-sized zombie cried in horror, smashing the cracked mouth and throwing it at the soldier with a rifle on the wall.

Then burst into bursts!

"Ah! My eyes!" A soldier who was splashed with acid on his face squinted and mourned and rolled on the floor. However, he was still good, and the two soldiers in the explosion center were directly bombed with blood and blurred, apparently broken.

"Grass! There is a thrower, kill him!" Wang Zhaowu yelled at the headset.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, a sniper bullet exploded the head of the thrower.

"咔" slammed the bolt, and Sun Jiao stepped on the wall, and arrogantly slammed the rifle and continued to point to the corpse. Pulling the trigger again, skillfully smashed a thrower who had just raised his hand.

Looking at this scene, Wang Zhaowu only felt a horrible shock. It is not because of Sun Jiao’s shooting, but the identity of her marshal.

This Nima, if her safety is a little bit lost, Jiang Chen can not tear him back. However, he said that he advised her to go down. Sun Jiao did not pay any attention to it, and he still stood on the fence.

From an objective point of view, Sun Jiao is indeed the strongest single-unit in the entire base. Soldiers standing here can hardly find a training time of more than one year, and Sun Jiao walked on the waste soil since childhood. It has been more than ten years now.

Seeing that the persuasion is invalid, Wang Zhaowu has to give up.

There are only 5 t-3 power armor deployed in the fish bone base. The rest of the Duyun went to the long sixth block of the defense line. It is said that there is even more severely affected areas, and the overwhelming mutant mosquitoes have almost broken through the line of defense. Fortunately, there are many old fritters in the sixth block. Many people are masters who have been walking around the wasteland all year round. What kind of private goods such as fire-breathing robots and fuel bombs have been taken out. Anyway, as an executive officer, Chu Nan announced that the military government would reimburse their losses. In order to save lives, no one cares about hiding.

On the side of the fish bone base, in addition to the five t-3s, the newly developed t-4 only had two to build. Now they are all placed on the wall, and the machine guns in their hands vent their firepower to the zombies.

The drone attack group outside the fence swims at low altitude. Shoot the head of the zombie with a small caliber rifle that is mounted.

In addition, soldiers wearing heavy-duty full-angle bullet-proof vests crouched behind the bunkers of the wall, carrying a jar full of organic synthetic fuel on their backs, holding a spray gun in their hands, ready to guard against possible flights. Heterogeneous.

Whether it is a light infantry with a ripped rifle or a firearm with a machine gun, all combat units on the wall have only one mission.

That is to do everything possible to kill the zombies at a distance from the base.

Just as Wang Zhaowu looked at the corpse with a frown, Jiang Chen boarded the tower.

"Marshal." Wang Zhaowu rushed to a military ceremony.

"How is the situation?" There is no nonsense, Jiang Chen asked to open the door.

He just left less than a few hours. I did not expect the situation to deteriorate to such an extent. Looking at the endless sea of ​​corpses in the distance, he suddenly had the feeling of a lonely boat.

"Very bad, the number of zombies is really too much." Wang Zhaowu said with a smile.

If you don't hit the head, you won't die. When the zombies form a certain amount, even if the fence is full of guns and soldiers with spit and fired spit, they are still touched by the mad corpse.

Under the fence, a zombie squats on his head, frantically stretching his arms at the top of the 20-meter-high wall, trying to turn over the wall and tearing the living people inside. The zombies in the back came and stepped on the zombies in front. Piled up into a steep **** made up of corpses.

This is also the place where Wang Zhaowu is most worried.

Twenty meters is also the height of six floors, and I want to fill in a steep slope, that is, the tens of thousands of zombies. And how many tens of thousands of zombies are expanding from the city center? It is said that millions are a little less.

In order to stop the zombie's ladder tactics, the soldiers on the wall pulled off the grenade and threw it at the dense place of the wall. However, this method does not cure the symptoms after all. Even if the grenade can cause objective damage to the zombies that are gathered together, the body of the zombie is still piled under the wall.

Through the bullet-proof glass, Jiang Chen stared at the broken face. From time to time, one or two corpses were smashed into the glass of the control tower, and a dark green stain was blown up.

"Marshal." Wang Zhaowu took a deep breath and carefully opened his mouth.

"What?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Mrs. Marshal is there..." Wang Zhaowu was afraid that Jiang Chen didn't see it. He pointed his finger at the position of the wall. Remind.

Seeing Sun Jiao with a sniper rifle shooting, Jiang Chen sighed helplessly.

"Let's follow her."

He probably understood her feelings of helping. It’s just the beginning of a different kind of tide. It’s not very dangerous. Since she wants to stand on the front line, let her go. What's more, with her fighting power, she is afraid that she will die when she is dead.

"What about the screamer's mortar in the base?" Raised the telescope and observed the distribution of the zombies in the distance. In the corpse, Jiang Chen faintly saw a few belly-sparing spouts.

"Already ready." Wang Zhaowu replied.

The ammunition of the mortar is not unlimited, and the reserve of the fish bone base is only 2,000. The bombing efficiency of the mortar is the highest when the zombies form not only the quantity but also the density. So far, Wang Zhaowu has not used mortar positions.

"Then use it now, 6.6 kilometers, there is a spit." The telescope was tucked into his chest, Jiang Chen Shen Sheng.

Wang Zhaowu was shocked and quickly picked up the telescope and looked at it.

The thing that has been a headache for a while has forgotten the attention to the distant side.

Stretched his hand on the headset, Wang Zhaowu immediately ordered.

"The mortar squad noticed that the azimuth is 72°, the distance is 6.5 kilometers, and the gun is fired!"

"Roger that."

The tail of the gun popped up immediately on the square in the center of the base. Ten screamer mortars formed a formation, operated by 10 gunners. The projectile is sent to the sky by electromagnetic ejection, with a range of up to 12 kilometers.

On average, 20 shots per minute can be fired. For this one-minute bombardment, 200 rounds were used.

In the field of view, the dozens of spouts were instantly covered by the barrage descending from the sky.

The billowing smoke rushed for tens of meters high, and after a full minute, a new zombie passed through the smoke. And those who spit, apparently have been blown into pieces.

“How many shells can the military factory produce per day?” Looking at the dark smoke from the distance, Jiang Chen asked Wang Zhaowu to the side.

"If the supply of materials is sufficient, the maximum capacity is 200 rounds." Wang Zhaowu replied.

200 rounds? The production of this day is not enough for a minute of shelling.

Jiang Chen felt his chin and thought about it.

He is now considering whether to get something from the world. (To be continued.)