I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 437: The Dead Sea

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Zombie Sea.

Standing on the sentry tower, the densely packed zombies stood in a dark mass. This scene could only be seen in the city center, but at the moment it appeared in a quiet suburb. No one knows why a heterogeneous tide erupted, perhaps because of insufficient living space in the city center, or because of the urge to collectively forage. In any case, it happened.

This desperate scene makes it difficult for any viewer to numb his scalp.

The twenty-meter wall does not bring more security to people because. .

The howling sounded, and the thrower rushed towards the wall of the fishbone base in a staggering step, and toward the soldiers on the wall, he threw out the zombies that were dragged in his hands. The baby-sized zombie wailed miserably, opened his dry and cracked mouth, and rushed to the soldier who shot with a rifle on the wall.

Then burst!

"Ah! My eyes!" A soldier who was splashed with acid on his face covered his face and wailed and rolled on the ground. However, he was still okay. The two soldiers in the explosion center had their flesh and blood vaguely blown, apparently dying.

"Grass! A thrower appears, kill him!" Wang Zhaowu shouted at the headset with a throat.

Almost as soon as the words fell, a sniper bullet exploded the thrower ’s head.

With a click, the gun bolt was pulled, and Sun Jiao stepped on the wall stack with one foot, holding the ghost sniper rifle aggressively and continuing to point at the corpse. Pulling the trigger again, expertly killed a thrower who had just raised his hand.

Looking at this scene, Wang Zhaowu felt only frightened. It's not because of Sun Jiao's marksmanship, but the identity of her marshal.

This Nima, if her safety fails, Jiang Chen must tear him up when he comes back. However, he was persuaded to persuade her to go down, Sun Jiao did not pay any attention to it, still standing on the fence as usual.

From an objective point of view, Sun Jiao is indeed the strongest individual in the entire base. The soldiers standing here could hardly find a person who had been training for more than a year, and Sun Jiao had been walking on the waste soil since he was a child. It has been more than ten years now.

Seeing that the persuasion was invalid, Wang Zhaowu had to give up.

There are only 5 T-3 power armor deployed in the fishbone base, and the rest are evenly distributed to the long sixth line of defense. It is said that there is even more severely affected area, and the overwhelming variety of mosquitoes almost broke through the defense line. Fortunately, there are many old fritters in the sixth block. Many people are masters who walk on the wasteland all the year round. Any private goods such as fire-breathing robots and fuel bombs are taken out. Anyway, they are the executive officer Chu Nan. Announced that the military government would reimburse their losses. In order to save lives, no one can afford to hide.

On the fishbone base side, in addition to those 5 T-3s, only two newly developed T-4s were made available. And now they are all placed on the city wall, venting firepower to the zombies with the machine gun in their hands.

The drone attack group outside the fence is cruising at a low altitude, and shoots the head of the zombie with a mounted small-caliber rifle.

In addition, there are soldiers wearing heavy full-angle body armor crouching behind the bunker on the wall, carrying a jar full of organic synthetic fuel on their backs and a spray gun in their hands, ready to guard against the possibility The emergence of flying species.

Whether it is a light infantry carrying a ripper rifle, or a firepower hand holding a machine gun, all combat units on the fence have only one mission.

That is to do everything possible to kill the zombie far away from the base.

Jiang Chen boarded the sentry tower while Wang Zhaowu looked at the corpse with a frown.

"Marshal." Wang Zhaowu hurriedly made a military salute.

"How's the situation?" There was no nonsense, Jiang Chen asked, as soon as he opened the door.

He had just been away for less than a few hours, and the situation worsened to such an extent. Looking at the endless sea of ​​corpses in the distance, he suddenly had the feeling that the whole base was like a lonely boat.

"Very bad, there are too many zombies." Wang Zhaowu said bitterly.

If you do n’t get hit in the head, you wo n’t die. When the zombies form a certain number, even if the fence is full of soldiers with live ammunition and sentry machine guns with spitting tongues, they are still touched by the running zombies.

Under the wall, only zombies roared with their heads screamed, and their arms spread crazily at the top of the 20-meter-high wall, trying to turn over the wall and tear up the living people inside. The zombies in the back came and stepped on the zombies in front, forming a steep **** composed of corpses.

This is where Wang Zhaowu is most worried.

Twenty meters is the height of six floors, and I want to fill out a steep slope, that is, tens of thousands of zombies. And there are more than tens of thousands of zombies expanding from the city center? It is a little less than one million.

In order to stop the staircase tactics of the zombies, the soldiers on the fence ripped off the grenade and threw them at the dense area of ​​zombies near the wall. But this method does not cure the symptoms, even if the grenades can cause objective harm to the zombies gathered together, but the zombies' bodies are still piled under the wall after all.

Through bulletproof glass, Jiang Chen stared at the broken face. From time to time, one or two larvae of zombies smashed onto the glass of the control tower, exploding a piece of dark green stains.

"Marshal." Wang Zhaowu took a deep breath and said carefully.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Marshal Marshal is there ..." Wang Zhaowu, afraid that Jiang Chen hadn't seen it, reached out and pointed to the location of the wall to remind.

Jiang Chen sighed helplessly when he saw Sun Jiao shooting with a sniper rifle.

"Follow her."

He probably understands how she wants to help. This is just the beginning of the xenophobia, and it is not very dangerous. Since she wants to stand on the front line, let her follow her. What's more, with her fighting power, I'm afraid she will be fine if all the people on the fence are dead.

"What about the screamers in the base?" Raised the telescope to observe the distribution of zombies in the distance. In the corpse, Jiang Chen faintly saw a few belly-breathing spits.

"It is ready." Wang Zhaowu replied.

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

"Then use it now, 6.6 kilometers, there is a spitter." The telescope was stuffed into his chest, Jiang Chenshen said.

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

I just forgot to pay attention to something far away.

Wang Zhaowu ordered immediately after reaching for the headset.

"Attention mortar team, azimuth 72 °, distance 6.5 km, fire!"

"Received."

The tail of the gun popped out of the square in the center of the base. Ten Howler Mortars formed a formation and were operated by 10 gunners. The projectile is sent to high altitude by electromagnetic catapult, with a maximum range of 12 kilometers.

On average, 20 rounds can be fired per minute. This shelling lasted only one minute, and 200 rounds were used.

In sight, the dozens of breathers were instantly covered by the barrage that fell from the sky.

The thick smoke billowed to a height of tens of meters. After a full minute, a new zombie passed through the thick smoke. And those who breathe, have obviously been blown to pieces.

"How many shells can a military factory produce every day?" Jiang Chen asked Wang Zhaowu around him, looking at the black smoke in the distance.

"If the material supply is sufficient, the maximum production capacity is 200 rounds." Wang Zhaowu replied.

200 rounds? This day's output is not enough for a minute of shelling.

Jiang Chen felt his chin and thought.

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