The 12.7mm caliber machine gun bullets created bowl-sized holes in the ground in front of them. The flying soil mixed with the flying pebbles hit the faces and bodies of the militias, causing them to continue retreating.
"Woo woo …."
Under the dumbfounded gazes of the militia, the menacing Type-S zombies were completely annihilated. The team members threw away the metal chains in their hands and calmly unloaded the rifles on their backs. They pulled open the bolt and strolled through the crowd of Type-S zombies, killing them one by one.
"Disperse … disperse …."
The team members standing behind the wall squatted down and breathed in the dusty air. They shouted together and used their shoulders to push against the wall.
"Hu!
Ha! "
These S-type zombies were short and fast. Their charging speed was much faster than the D-type zombies. The distance of tens of meters was covered in the blink of an eye.
"Ta Ta Ta …" The official team members put down their guns and ran neatly with their swords and shields. They took the initiative to stand in front of the militia, facing the increasing number of zombies that were as dense as a sea. They were the first wave of defense.
"Boom …."
Dozens of blades were raised and dozens of people shouted.
Seeing the paratroopers carrying the thick armor left, the militia and official team members cursed Huang Quan for being stingy in their hearts.
Hundreds of Gray Men with blades and shields were facing the town, their faces covered in dirt. Behind them, there were also Gray Men with faces covered in dirt. Only their eyes could be seen clearly, but their faces could not be recognized. They stood in an orderly manner, holding something that looked like a metal chain.
The team leader raised his long blade and pointed it at the dense group of zombies. A thunderous sound exploded from his chest:
"Kill …."
The D-Type zombies that had rushed over had not made any movements. The militia could guess that those things had fallen into a trap and were completely wiped out. This was a happy thing, but they could not be happy, because they had lost their parapet. Without a parapet, they felt like they were going to fight naked.
"Ready … Ready …."
Bloody pieces of flesh and limbs fell on the bodies of the members and the militia. The members had a strange expression on their faces as they endured the urge to vomit and continued to reload. The militia had completely extinguished the thought of running away as they knelt down and looked at the stench of the D-Type zombie in despair.
"Line up … line up …."
"Shua …." Hundreds of steel long blades were raised and pointed to the sky. The back of the blade was leaning on the right shoulder.
The Militia Captains shouted loudly, and the dust gradually dispersed. In the sea of dust, a Plop Zombie appeared in front of everyone's eyes, swinging its arms.
The first line of zombies was getting closer and closer. Facing the incoming zombies, the militias were not as nervous and afraid as before. The official members who looked like they were standing in front of them, holding the same blades and shields as them. The members were not trembling like the militias, they were so nervous that water was coming out of the hilt of their blades. Seeing the performance of others, the militias did not want to be looked down upon, so they all stirred up their blood and prepared for a good fight.
When the militias, who wished they could bury their heads in the ground, heard the order issued by their respective captains, they were stunned at first. Then, they finally remembered that dispersing meant retreating. They got up one after another and rushed towards the convoy that was vaguely revealed in the sea of dust.
"Push!"
One of the leaders raised his blade and shouted.
"Puff puff puff …." The zombies rushed to the front of the formation. They had not yet waved their claws and grabbed the trembling people behind the parapet wall. Dust filled the sky and covered the entire front line. In the gray fog behind them, they could not see their own fingers.
Hundreds of long blades were raised high like a forest. The dragon's roar pierced the sky.
The team members danced with the metal chains and stepped forward to the front of the militia. They shouted in unison. Dozens of long metal balls on both ends of the long chains drew circles and flew towards the incoming S-type zombies.
In front of the ant tide, there were more than a hundred humans who were raising their long swords and shouting. Their numbers were only one-tenth of the zombies, and they were like a towering reef. Suddenly, the reef moved, and they took the initiative to meet the zombies. The official members rushed in front, and the militia followed behind. No one retreated, and no one dragged them. Everyone was shouting loudly, and their footsteps were fast. As they ran, the swords flashed, and there was a splendor in that moment.
The zombies that rushed out of the sea of dust looked the same as the humans. They were all covered in dust. If the humans did not have weapons in their hands, and the zombies were empty-handed, it would be hard to tell who was a zombie and who was a human.
In the gray fog, the entire parapet wall was pushed down. The gray fog in the front line turned into a sea of dust. The thick smoke rose several meters high and slowly spread to both sides.
The escaping people did not even have time to scream. The whole body suddenly split into several pieces and flew together in the air. The broken body was still separated in the air. Finally, it turned into a pile of flesh and bones. The messy pieces of flesh and blood rained on the people in the front line.
This time, the front line was also arranged in advance. The team members and the militia relied on the 1.6 meter high parapet wall to shoot. The parapet wall was a bit strange. It had a little forward curve.
Dozens of chains completely blocked the S-Type zombies. One by one, the zombies were trapped and fell to the ground. The zombies that fell tripped the zombies behind them. After throwing out the tripping rope in their right hand, the team members shook off the tripping rope in their left hand and switched it to their right hand. After turning it slightly, they threw it out again.
"Zhi zhi …" The paratroopers vehicle that had never moved before slowly moved and stopped beside the militia. The body of the vehicle adjusted its direction according to the track.
The two type 80 heavy machine guns on the paratroopers vehicle seemed to be firing to boost the morale of the militia. After less than a minute, they stopped firing. Then, the track started to turn around and moved to the back.
The messy crowd had just rushed through the flying sea of dust and reached the outside. Before they could even take a breath of fresh air, the heavy machine gun in front of them opened fire again.
Looking down from the sky, the dust on the ground was slowly rising. It was like a sea of fog. Hundreds and thousands of zombies rushed out of the dust like an ant tide.
"Peng …" The militia raised their hands. The steel shields on their left arms were neatly buckled in front of their chests.
"Tu tu tu …" Two long tongues of flame shot out from the vehicle. The flashes tore through the fog and drilled into the depths of the sea of dust. The militia could not see the movements of the zombies in the depths of the sea of dust. They panted heavily and prepared for the following battle.
After the paratroopers vehicle left, the vague figures of zombies appeared in the sea of dust. This time, the zombies were not D zombies or normal zombies. There were close to 50 S-Type zombies.
The members behind the militia raised the metal chains in their hands above their heads and spun them. The metal chains made a circle. The chains were connected to metal balls the size of ping pong balls. The bright metal balls reflected light and dazzled the militia's eyes.