Chapter 82 (1/2)

After paying the price of a companion, the felons finally ran back to the third row behind the horse. The goshawk, who had been watching the battle, also directed the small forces to put the abandoned tables and chairs in the prison behind the horse, in an attempt to increase obstacles to resist the horse and slow down the impact of the infected body.

The third row is their last line of defense. If a group of infected bodies rush in directly, they may not be able to resist it. At that time, they will have to return to their cells to die

However, these abandoned tables and chairs against the horses seemed to have some effect. The infectious bodies in a rush did not rush down the horses at once, and the horses were stuck by the abandoned tables and chairs behind them.

This allows the felons to see the opportunity to fight back. They return to attack the infected body with weapons, and those without weapons will pick up the empty gun or the debris around them and hammer at the infected body.

When the goshawk saw that these abandoned tables and chairs were useful, they immediately took people with small forces to move them. However, the infected bodies in the back were constantly crowding in, and the third row of horses could not be stopped.

Heavy criminals can only fight to kill the infected body in the front row. Although there is a barrier to resist the horse, but under the fierce hand to hand combat of more than ten seconds, three felons were accidentally scratched.

The severely wounded criminals knew that their death time had come, and their eyes were red. There was an agreement between them. If anyone was scratched, he must fight for the chance for the living.

In return, those who are still alive will fulfill their long cherished wish or revenge for them. Although they are all people who commit all kinds of crimes, they also have their own blood and perseverance in their hearts.

The severely wounded criminal snatched a knife from his teammate's hand, and, ignoring the scratching of the infected body, slashed wildly into the head of the infected body one after another.

These people were originally fugitives. Now they are crazy and almost cut themselves. It seems that they want to vent all the grievances they have suffered these days before they die.

A severely wounded criminal, holding a kitchen knife, cut off the necks of two infected bodies with one knife, climbed over the horse and roared. One pushed five infected bodies to the back, then rushed into the infected body group, held up the kitchen knife and chopped down the infected body's forehead one by one.

The infected bodies around him have been biting him, and some even gnaw off the flesh and blood on his back. However, he did not care and cut down the infected bodies around him like pain.

His clothes were splashed with blood, some of them were infected, and some of his own. However, this kind of crazy outbreak was always short-lived, and he finally couldn't hold on, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground.

At the time when the infected body was about to dismember him, he put down an infected body in front of him with the last strength, opened his mouth and bit down the neck of the infected body.

Damn it, don't you monsters love biting people? I will taste what it is to bite you today!

His teeth bit through the rotten flesh on the neck of the infected body, and a strong stench hit his taste buds. There is nothing worse than this in the world. This is his last thought before he died