114, the madness of zombies

"Let's start," Feng Xiaobing finally issued an order to attack.

More than a dozen white tail smokes staggered to the tall and thick door, and then there was a deafening explosion after the dazzling light.

The seemingly indestructible door fell helplessly, and the strong attack began.

Five hundred screaming gunmen rushed into the gate, but they did not encounter the expected rain of bullets.

Everyone was a little stunned, and then, at the urging of the brothers who followed up behind, they continued to rush straight inside.

Experienced people have already felt that something is wrong. Whether the resistance is strong or weak, it is normal to have resistance. In the case of being rushed into the hospital and continues to expand, the defense still does not shoot a shot, which is absolutely abnormal.

Feng Xiaobing also felt very bad. Things must be extraordinary. He felt like he had rushed into a super trap.

Obviously, the other party has estimated that once the general attack begins, it is not so easy to stop the attack, so there is no need to cover it up.

Sure enough, after hundreds of gunmen rushed into more than 100 meters in the shade of trees behind the seemingly flat door, the wind and clouds suddenly changed.

"Ala~" There was a harsh sound, and a long roller-shaped barbed wire mesh suddenly rose from the ground, and the tip of the wire on it was dense, blocking the attack of the York family gunman.

There was no chance for the gunmen to break the barrier. Countless individual pits suddenly appeared on the far and near ground behind the barbed wire, and a gunner leaned out half of his body in each hole. Countless fire tongues made a scream of death, and the dense rain poured out.

The York family gunman, who had just been blocked by obstacles, fell down in an instant. The blood stained the ground near the barbed wire. The people behind hurriedly looked for shelter and fought back desperately with the weapons in his hand.

Obviously, this is a trap that has been arranged for a long time. The staggered scattered pits form a terrible crossfire, and the orderly exchange of shooting ensures the continuation of firepower.

Originally, the green belt terrain of Yima Pingchuan provided convenience for the attack, but at this moment, it suddenly became a dead place.

York family gunmen can only use the trunk as a cover, which actually does not provide good protection under dense crossfire.

Ballaic fire lines shuttled through the forest, and every second, someone screamed and fell down. The sun passed through the branches and leaves and drew beautiful light belts in the forest. However, in this beautiful scenery, it was flying blood fog and fragments of limbs. The blood stained the lawn red, shining like the devil's ferocious smile in the sun.

Although the ambush suffered heavy casualties, the attackers managed to stabilize their positions under the leadership of the team leader, used the bodies of their companions as cover, and began to fight back in an organized way.

After the ambush achieved great results, the ambush also began to show casualties, and the five leaders who had been zombized among the attackers played a great role.

The bullet holes were bitten out of the body by the opponent's bullets, and several leaders quickly shot and killed more than a dozen other party's gunmen nearby, causing a short pause in the continuous crossfire of the ambush.

Immediately, the gunmen hiding behind their comrades-in-arms grabbed the rare fire and threw more than a dozen grenades, blowing up several gaps in the barbed wire that created the death trap.

Finally, the hateful death barrier lost its function, and the York Army roared and shot desperately, rushing to the gap that was blown up.

The people in the front row, regardless of their lives, abandoned their safe posture, and turned to look up and rush. At this time, speed is life.

Dozens of gunmen in the front row rushed to the notch of the barbed wire in several ways. The automatic rifles and submachine guns in their hands roared and spewed out their tongues of fire, and the shells splashed around like popping beans.

The gunman was constantly knocked down by the ambush, and the follower immediately made up for it. The hot blood splashed by his comrades-in-arms hit his body and face, making him immediately become a bloody man. Then, he was ruthlessly pushed down by the rain of bullets, but the people behind him made up again.

In this way, the attacking York side, regardless of casualties, finally rushed out of the dead, and there was a more fierce battle with the ambush in the undulating area of the big manor.

Because of the dispersion of the front line, the weakness of the attacker's insufficient strength began to appear, and in order to maintain the safety of the flank, the front line could not be contracted. In this way, the attacker was no longer able to tear open the defense line of the cartel family, fought, and entered a helpless hold.

The gunfire and explosions on the front line continued. With the continuation of time, Feng Xiaobing's troops in his hands became more and more tense. The follow-up 500 people have been replenished with ammunition supplies. Although the follow-up gunmen continue to gather, it is difficult to complete the assembly and provide enough troops in a short time.

Feng Xiaobing finally felt powerless. Anyone can see that if it goes on like this, failure is inevitable.

After the battle fell into anxiety, Feng Xiaobing gathered all his subordinates who had been zomified, and a news from the front line made him have to take action.

The Bayfield family has withstood the York family's offensive, and a large number of gunmen have been freed and are gathering.

Feng Xiaobing first sent more than a dozen men led by the dead leader. They quietly scattered into the prosperous Kilo City like raindrops into the sea, becoming the last chess piece buried by Feng Xiaobing.

Then, Feng Xiaobing led the remaining dozens of dead men and resolutely rushed into the cartel family station. As a helpless move, Feng Xiaobing was ready to break the face and directly insert it into the enemy's heart to carry out a beheading operation.

After a difficult landing, Feng Xiaobing couldn't help but stop. The setting sun shone on the beautiful green belt. The strange combination of natural beauty and the hell battlefield made people have an unreal feeling.

Seeing a large number of people who were seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness, Feng Xiaobing showed a watermelon knife, broke his arm, and sprinkled blood on several wounded nearby. He had no choice. Feng Xiaobing began to zombieize a large number of his subordinates.

There are many injured people, and other subordinates of the followers also began to transform with their own blood. Although the effect will decrease, there are many injured people and time is tight.

Soon after dealing with hundreds of the injured, Feng Xiaobing left five dead soldiers waiting to receive this batch of temporary transformation soldiers, and led the rest of them to continue to rush deep.

It is two kilometers from the garden hilly area to the core of a hillside. I don't know how many traps and checkpoints are waiting for these fearless attackers in the century-old station of the cartel family.

Feng Xiaobing also didn't know whether he could achieve the goal. He only knew that he led the dead around him to attack desperately. In front of him was the line of tug-of-war. There was no way to take it. Only tearing off the defense and attacking was the only choice.

There was a lot of gunfire on the York family, and everyone desperately attacked a mound bunker. After advancing 50 meters, half of the casualties were killed.

However, these people were sprinkled with zombie blood by the dead men who attacked together and lay motionless on the ground, secretly transformed into zombies as if they had died.

In front of him, the building complex behind the defense line is only 100 meters away, and the attacking York family is only Feng Xiaobing and dozens of dead men led by him. The dense rain of bullets crushed them down. Even if the zombie's body is torn to pieces by the bullet screen, it is difficult to resurrect.

The dead man has lost several people, and his head has been smashed by large-caliber firepower. The rest, including Feng Xiaobing, is full of bullet holes.

The offensive side is difficult, and the defensive cartel side is not good. There are more casualties than the offensive side, most of which are caused by these undead guys. And those dozens of people sometimes clearly see bullets wearing fluffy blood stains on their bodies and biting bullet holes one by one, but they can actually attack and fight, which is the most unbearable.

Feng Xiaobing gasped. He recovered from the injury and was injured again. The consumption was too great, and he couldn't stand it.

Suddenly, Feng Xiaobing saw the body of the other party's gunman who was killed next to him. He grabbed it, pulled it off a few times, threw his arms and legs and so on to the people around him. He shouted, "Use the other party's body as a supplement, and sprinkle blood on what you can't eat, and it will become our people." At this time, Feng Xiaobing remembered not only his own side. The other party who has just been killed can also be turned into a zombie for his own use.

After saying that, Feng Xiaobing began to bite the human limbs in his hand. The men began to be stunned, and then began to try to take a bite. Then he chewed happily. The almost weak body suddenly accepted the most effective human flesh and blood nourishment. That kind of pleasure was better than the first time to soak in a horse. Or taking drugs is fucking exciting. Some of his subordinates roared uncontrollably when they ate. Yes, roared, just like screaming/bed/it will be more energetic when doing that. Zombies eat fresh human flesh and blood and roar loudly to make it more refreshing and appetizing.

The food here is refreshing, and the defensive side on the opposite side is very scared. They are all bloody and windy. You can see that the blood flows into the river and the color does not change. You can shoot women and children without being soft. However, in the face of a group of cannibal and immortal monsters, they are still mentally unbearable.

Some people can't even pull the trigger, especially several people who operate large-caliber machine guns. The trigger power is bigger than the automatic rifle. At this moment, it seems that it is suddenly blocked by the welding gun, and it can't be pulled down.

The human flesh banquet achieved unexpected results, and the firepower suddenly weakened. Feng Xiaobing and his men had replenished the spirit of flesh and blood. They took this opportunity to rush over. The distance of 100 meters was actually very short, and their speed was fast. Without the suppression of strong firepower, they rushed over in a blink of an eye. .

When the defenders reacted, the demons had rushed into the bunker.

A cry-like scream sounded, and the bloodthirsty zombies began to kill cruelly.

The weapons in their hands are thrown to one side. Some use daggers, and some are directly bare hands. The powerful force allows them to easily pull off each other's arms and legs with their bare hands. Some of them took off the other party's parts, took a bite by the way, and then stared at the next target fiercely with red eyes.

Some gunmen on the defensive side rolled and crawled out of the bunker, leaving a feces stain behind him. But he was soon thrown to the ground by the figure jumping high.

Feng Xiaobing waved the watermelon knife in his hand, and his long-suppressed anger was released in the slashing. Only the blood of human beings flying all over the sky can slightly reduce the pain in his heart.

With a hisscream, Feng Xiaobing led the crazy zombies and rushed into the complex.

(The destruction of the fifth season of the first chapter will be finished one after another, and the two lines will be written at the same time)