Chapter 3 Support it again

Under the whole wall, the following zombies had thrown down nearly one meter thick. Because in the process of approaching the "rapeous corpse" and the "tyrant", too few casualties enabled them to come under the wall.

The dense musket attack there finally stopped them. However, it was because of such an attack that they fell under the wall and became ladders for subsequent zombies. Guo Zhenbei has begun to worry that if those ordinary zombies arrive, how long can the wall last?

Looking into the distance with worried eyes of Guo Zhenbei, the high flame at the fire pit blocked his sight. This is not a good thing. Although the fire pits are a hindrance to zombies, they do affect the ability to observe.

Through the small open space in front of the Flame Mountain Village Base, the sharp voices of those "rapid corpses" and the low and penetrating roar of the "tyrant" came.

At this time, the people in the small mountain village base were trying to strengthen the wall with some wooden stakes. A large piece of cement board, with a wooden stake that has taken root in the ground, can make the wall stronger. But in Guo Zhenbei's eyes, it is really a question of how much effect these temporary measures can play.

Despite this, hundreds of hard-working people in the wall still piled sandbags behind the wooden fence on the top of the wall, and more diagonal supports were also supported into the wall. This makes Guo Zhenbei miss his "H County Survivor Base" very much. No zombies can jump on the 20-meter-high platform.

As for climbing, according to Sylviar, she has already figured out the countermeasures. Even the "H County Survivor Base" is not worried about the attack of zombies, because it will be a cemetery for zombies. Why do you say this? In the future, you will be clear when you see the big meal arranged by Swayle for the zombies.

In order to understand the information in the distance, Guo Zhenbei took out a projectile and then installed a special core. This is an eavesdropping kernel with a wireless microphone. The number of Guo Zhenbei belt is not large, but it is just right to use it here.

As the projectile was launched, Guo Zhenbei could hear more than three different sounds.

The heavy voice of "swhew" should be the footsteps of those "tyrants". Other more dense "pupping" sound of earth planing is probably a "rapeous corpse". But there are more miscellaneous and irregular sounds. Those should be ordinary zombies.

And that should be the main force of the attack, because they will use their bodies to form a thick "ladder" and thus provide a channel for the "tyrant" and "rapy corpses" to attack. The most worrying problem of ordinary zombies is their huge number and the power of "the sand into a tower".

Just as Guo Zhenbei listened attentively, Svir sent him the analyzed data.

"According to the sound wave analysis provided by the eavesdropping kernel, you may also have to deal with at least 3 waves of zombie attacks of that intensity."

While the two were talking, Siweier deliberately amplified the sound of Guo Zhenbei and heard messy footsteps. Almost all the sounds are ringing at the same time, and there is a trend of getting louder and closer and closer.

The people who were still working under the wall didn't hear it at all. Guo Zhenbei shouted at them.

"Attention, they are coming! The unarmed people on the top of the wall go down, and the rest of the people are ready for weapons!"

With his voice, it echoed in the small village, and people who worked hard like ants under the wall and on the wall calmed down. They stood quietly and listened to the "steps of death" sent by the cold mountain wind that was still cold in spring. At this time, no one paid attention to these sidelines. Everyone clenched their weapons and widened their eyes. Whether they could survive or not, they still had to be those ignorant zombies.

If they can listen and distinguish carefully like Guo Zhenbei. They will find that the zombies have just stopped attacking, which has almost doubled the strength they gathered. And this is definitely not a good thing for the survivors.

The zombies passed through the flame zone again and had already filled the fire pit, and the flames lowered under their miscellaneous footsteps. Before the zombies approached, Guo Zhenbei turned around and shouted.

"Come on, throw the gunpowder jar later!"

Guo Zhenbei may be attacked by more zombies and longer-lasting attacks. As just now, people with projecting weapons to stop shooting gunpowder cans will obviously greatly affect the efficiency of the operation. Now that it's time to work hard, it's time for better optimization.

To Guo Zhenbei's disappointment, all the people under the wall were silent, looking at the top of the wall with eyes full of fear. In the first attack just now, three people on the wall have fallen down. Although there are backups to add to it, the place may die at any time, which makes the people under the wall feel worried.

"Hurry up, the zombies are approaching. If they rush in, no one here will live. Is there anyone who is not afraid of death? Give me a few!"

With Guo Zhenbei's roar, some people with shovels came up, and they were actually a couple. This made Guo Zhenbei a little puzzled, but after a few seconds, he understood.

The wisdom of the working people is infinite, and this sentence is definitely not a joke.

As the zombies approached, gunfire once again filled the whole small mountain village base. And this time, Guo Zhenbei also saw the power of those gunpowder cans.

The man holding the shovel turned his back to the wall, and the gunpowder jar was placed on the head of the shovel. Another person lit the fuse, and the man who copied the shovel only threw it one by one. The gunpowder can was actually thrown out more than 20 meters like a cannonball.

In the group of zombies, the falling gunpowder jar made a violent explosion. Again, the power of gunpowder is indeed smaller, but the explosion around it is fatal to both people and zombies.

As more gunpowder cans are thrown out, there are not many "rapap corpses" that can really get close to the wall, and they are knocked down by dense and accurate musket fire. Stretching their legs and feet under the wall, they carried out the final struggle.

Guo Zhenbei paid attention to it. Those who threw gunpowder cans were all people who could not use rifles or crossbows. But he has to admit that these people who are used to doing farm work or construction sites really have a special skill in playing shovels!

The explosion opened a gap in the zombie group, and more zombies soon filled the space. When more people with shovels in the crowd under the wall saw this scene, everyone was happy. Play with shovels? They are not a layman. Someone shoveled up the stone bricks and threw them outside the wall, and the bricks with the sound of the wind hit the zombie's head. Although it can do some damage, it has little impact on zombies.

"Don't kill ordinary zombies too much. They don't have the ability to climb up the wall and kill that kind of rapid corpses and tyrants."

Guo Zhenbei roared loudly, which made the armed man turn the muzzle again.

At this time, hidden in the ordinary zombies, the "rapid corpse" rushed out and climbed up the wall. Those who were no longer afraid of them immediately raised the musket in his hand and shot them down at a very close distance.

The "tyrant" approached like a meat mountain, and a stone fell to the wall like raindrops. I don't know if it's the natural ability of these guys. The landing point of those stones is quite accurate.

"Ah..."

The person who was hit screamed and then fell off the wall. The lost people under the wall also suffered a lot of damage because of the tyrant's stones. Although most people know that zombies rush in and no one can live, there are too many injured people, and some injured people suddenly mutate.

"Ah, why are you biting me!"

"It has mutated, they have mutated!"

Survivors shouted, and the tools in their hands fell on the mutants and the injured. As we all know, the injured have a good chance of becoming a zombie in a very short time.

Turn around and look at the zombies outside the wall. They are getting closer and closer to the wall. There are more and more people in the village under that stone.

"We can't hold it anymore, we may not be able to hold it anymore! But those rapid corpses and tyrants can't keep them!"

Guo Zhenbei understands that if it is just an ordinary zombie, it may not be able to break through the walls of various houses in the small village, but with the zombies of "rapid corpses" and "tyrants", those brick walls must be broken.

He waved his arms at the people under the wall and asked them to get out of here quickly.

"Go to the barracks and block the door with a sandbag. The others hid in the yard, reinforced the walls with sandbags, and then we went to the yard!"

With Guo Zhenbei's shouting, the survivors below began to run away. At this time, there were some injured people and mutated zombies under the wall. The people on the wall can hardly support it at this time.

Fortunately, no one has escaped at this time, but it is already a certain thing that can't be kept.

"Throw the gunpowder can quickly. You can also go after throwing it! Others, beating swift corpses and tyrants, no one can live with them!"

Compared with those with weapons, those who use shovels and throwing gunpowder cans are even less experienced. And by this time, the outside space was already full of zombies, and there was no need to aim at all. Just ignite the fuse and throw out the gunpowder can.

Outside the wall, the number of zombies is still huge at this time, but the number of "tyrants" and "swift corpses" is no longer worrying.

"Hear up, hold on, let's kill all those bastards!"

In the radio system, Guo Zhenbei roared loudly while the bow in his hand couldn't help releasing the projectile. Neither the "tyrant" who was hit nor the "rapid corpse" could survive.

As the zombies get closer to the wall, the more casualties the soldiers on the wall will be. However, what moved Guo Zhenbei was that these men did not escape, and even those who polished the gunpowder jars did not escape.

"Go to hell!"

The shovel in his hand stabbed the heads of the "rapve corpses" on the wall, and some people picked up wooden sticks and beat the body of the approaching tall "tyrant" desperately. At this time, the number of casualties became more, and several people had been thrown over the wall by the tongue of the rapid corpse.

Looking back, the survivors who had just run back from under the wall had disappeared into the street, and Guo Zhenbei issued an order to retreat.

"Retreat... Get out of the wall!"

Guo Zhenbei shouted, asking his soldiers to withdraw. If anyone saw these people fighting desperately at this time, they would not believe that they only belonged to Lin Biqing's private army before yesterday.

Sliding down the board on the wall, the desperate guards began to retreat, and behind them was their last hope.

"Boom..."

The "tyrant"'s fist began to hit the wall, and the heavy knock sound was like knocking on people's hearts.

The retreating guards ran quickly to the nearest yard. The thick iron-wrapped wooden door was closed, and the panic-stricken survivors in the yard cried in a mess.

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