Chapter 1187 (1/2)

This night, Ping'an Street is doomed to sleep.

A pair of empty vision, like the gaze of death, peeps from the dark into the bustling Ping'an Street. In a piercing silence of the roar, turned into bloodthirsty fierce light.

The zombies shook off their staggering steps, and with their thin and powerful hands, they stretched out to the gap in the great wall of Ping'an Street.

”Roar --”

the shrill roar resounds through the street, and forms a symphony of killing with the roar of guns.

The soldiers clenched their teeth and used a net of machine guns and rifle bullets to try to push back the bodies. However, the fishing net can stop the fish and shrimp, but it can't catch the waves. There are always zombies falling down and Zombies crossing the corpses in front of them.

They don't feel pain, they don't fear death.

Soon, the originally empty streets were covered with five or five groups of zombies, and the front line was oppressed to the first barbed wire drawn along the street entrance outside the wall.

A cluster of flames flickered behind the defense line, like a candle in the wind, as if it was blown out.

”Special, they are too many!”

He stabbed a zombie lying on the barbed wire with a bayonet on his rifle. The soldier in chemical protective clothing threw the thick plasma on the bayonet, and then pushed it out again, piercing three or five throats in a row.

”With the bayonet! Stick it on their faces and neck! Don't let them stick to the Internet, grass! Damn it

More and more zombies, tearing at the wire fence with teeth and nails, and making a hoarse roar at the soldiers behind it.

However, the real threat to the security of the defense line is not their tearing action, but more and more zombies squeezing into the barbed wire.

Of course, they can't tear the strong steel wire, but they can crush the whole wall with the help of quantity!

The firepower of the front-line soldiers has thinned down, and there is no point in shooting again. The zombies in the front row are dead. The zombies in the back are pressed on the wire netting like a row of meat shields. The engineers quickly stepped forward and threw sandbags and garbage bags behind the net.

However, as everyone knows, this method can't be stopped for long.

The only thing that can completely block the tide of corpses is the towering wall. However, the wall behind them has fallen down

”Their attack is too fierce!”

”Ammunition! I need ammunition! Come on up with the ammo box

On the shooting tower, the machine gunner who was suppressing the rear zombie stopped shooting and swore at the logistics soldiers.

”The ammunition has to wait for a while. The supply truck is on its way. You can hold on for a while...” The logistics soldier said in a sweat,

”hold grass NIMA, there is no bullet, hold on to fart, I will shoot you out!”

“……”

Ammunition supply situation is not optimistic, less than an hour, the machine gun tower which was still spitting fire tongue stopped.

Without the machine gun to suppress the back row, the zombies are advancing more and more aggressively.

The barbed wire has already issued the overburdened cry, many places have been bent, the screw jumps from above.

The soldiers who stabbed the rotten meat with bayonets began to fear and recoil.

Standing on the wall that has not yet collapsed, song Chenyu looks at the battle situation in the front line, and his brows are twisted into a twist.

Suddenly, his fist hit the wall and ordered to the officer behind him.

”You can't wait any longer. Let the death squads go.”

That officer slightly a Leng, immediately look a Lin, stand at attention salute way.

”Yes

The shrill sound of the radio rang out.

At the front line, soldiers in chemical protective clothing began to evacuate from the edge of the barbed wire.

At the same time, a group of men in rugby like armor passed by the retreating soldiers. With chainsaws in their hands, they stepped from behind the line to the battlefield. The vision behind the face mask interwoven with toughened glass and iron mesh can not see fear, and the pace of progress has not shrunk at all.

They are refugees from the slums.

Before the armor is soldered to death, it's injected with a non fear potion.

Behind them is a concrete wall built by temporary construction, which is only less than two people high, and many places have not had time to paint. However, this seemingly flimsy wall is the last line of defense in Ping'an Street.

The engineers had to hold on until they built the third wall.