No one thought that the militia could kill the zombies, because the militia was themselves. They only hoped that the militia could escape by himself and not be caught by the zombies. They all had the same wish in their hearts, and that was for the militia to survive.
At this moment, they saw the militia that was rolling on the ground like a spinning top no longer rolling, but stood up facing the zombies. Seeing this scene, countless people were worried for the militia, why was he so stupid?
Didn't he see that the zombies were so big that even guns couldn't kill it? He was just a small character with a shield, how could he stand in front of the zombies and face it head-on?
Could it be that he was tired and couldn't run anymore?
"Ah!"
"Quickly run!"
"Are you stupid?!"
There was a loud noise coming from below, the people below saw the zombies rushing towards the militia, but the militia held his shield and stood there motionless. The strength of the zombies was clear to the people below that it could easily send the militia flying. The people below all knew that the militia who was sent flying earlier must have known this. The crowd shouted loudly, telling the militia to move away. They were not only saying it for the militia to hear, but also for themselves. At this time, they had long regarded the militia as their own incarnation.
The crowd below was noisy, but the zombies and the militia above were not disturbed at all. One only had food in their heart, the other only had the zombies in their eyes.
The zombie rushed in front of the militia, waving its claw down, followed by the other claw. In front of it, the militia raised his shield to block the zombie's sharp claw, and when he retreated, his eyes caught the zombie's figure that was rushing towards him. "Bang …" The zombie hit the corner of the steel shield, and the force it brought was completely deflected by the militia.
"Peng …" The zombie slammed into the steel shield, and the momentum was deflected by the militia. The zombie lost its center of gravity and staggered a few steps, but the militia was not in a good state either. He was continuously pushed back by the force, and the people below cheered. They all knew that this was not easy, and to be able to do this was already very good. The former residents of the colony, and the militia fighting the zombie on the stage, gave the people of the colony a shot of adrenaline, and they were very satisfied. Most of the people looked at the indifferent soldiers below the stage, hoping that they would think of a way to kill the D-Type zombie, because the militia had already proven their courage.
Many of the soldiers below were as excited as the survivors of the gathering place, they were all militia, and they had only touched guns for a few days. They knew the soldiers on the stage, they had seen them before during training, and some of them had even talked to them before. For the militia to be able to do this, they did not envy or despise them, they only knew that if that person could do it, they could do it too.
The onlookers hoped that they could kill the zombie, and so did the militia. The grip on the steel spear in their hands loosened and loosened, time and time again, their palms were full of sweat, but they did not receive any orders, they could not send the bullets into the zombie's head.
The militia on the stage was continuously pushed back, this time it was retreating diagonally, his final destination was the long blade on the ground. In the midst of the crowd's exclamations, the militia was once again knocked to the ground, the zombie also missed its target, it staggered forward, the zombie's balance was not weak, it stabilized itself in two or three steps, and once again rushed towards the militia, the militia took the opportunity to once again hold the steel blade in his hand, the blade slammed heavily on the shield, making a loud sound, the militia let out a heart-wrenching cry towards the zombie, it seemed like he was venting, but also like he was challenging.
The different militia gave the onlookers a different feeling, they instantly felt that the distance between them and the militia was infinitely pulled apart, the person was still the same person, but he was no longer the person who was afraid to face the zombie, when the person became fearless, they felt that the person had become so strange, but it did not prevent them from continuing to watch. No one shouted again, the tens of thousands of people in the central area quietly looked at the militia, their hearts faintly gave birth to a faint hope, they hoped that the ordinary person like them could bring them a hope that they could not hope for.
The zombie rushed in front of the militia, waving its big claws, the militia moved sideways to protect the front of his body with the steel shield, the claws scratched the smooth surface of the shield, leaving a mark, the militia loosened his arm, the zombie brushed the surface of the shield and rushed to the side, the militia and the zombie crossed paths, the steel blade in the militia's hand fiercely slashed at the zombie's waist.
The zombie's waist muscle was cut by the sharp long blade, when the zombie stood up, many of the onlookers could clearly see a trace of black blood slowly flowing out from the waist wound, the wound was very big, the black muscle was exposed to the air, if an ordinary person was hit by such a blade, they would have already covered their waist and rolled on the ground, howling, but the zombie did not seem to feel it, it once again faced the militia who was nervously swallowing his saliva.
The strength of the zombies fell into the eyes of the people below. Even such heavy injuries were ineffective against the zombies. They felt a fear that the zombies could not defeat the gods. Only the people below had this fear, not the militia on top. On the contrary, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he felt a little excited.
The militiaman only doubted if he could kill the D-Type, but he did not doubt if the D-Type could be killed or not. He had seen the D-Type being killed, not by guns, but by the blades of his comrades. The militiamen who joined the camp before him used their steel shields to surround the D-Type, and then hacked them to death. No matter how strong the D-Type was, once it was surrounded, it was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Although facing this kind of D zombie alone, he was not as confident as having his comrades by his side, but he had been fighting with the zombies for such a long time, he was not injured, but the zombie was slashed by his blade, this made him not as afraid of the zombies as before, he had a shield, for the first time, he realized, the instructor was right, the shield was something more worthy of his love than a woman, because the shield had saved him more than once.
The zombies continued to attack the militia, and the militia again and again used the slope of the shield to dodge the zombies, getting more and more skilled, in the end, he had completely grasped the angle of the shield, no matter which direction the zombies came from, he would be able to dodge the zombies, and at the same time, he would take the opportunity to slash at the zombies back. The militia again and again caused damage to the zombies, at first there were people cheering, but not long after, the people who cheered stopped, the zombie's back was full of scars, even its spine was exposed, if it was a normal person, who knows how many times they would have died, but when it came to the zombie, even its speed did not slow down.
In the face of such a monster, many people were in despair, they did not think that the D zombie could be killed by a sword, but at the same time, there was a glimmer of hope, at least a shield was not bad, although it could not kill the zombies, the zombies could not eat the people hiding behind the shield.
The militia dodged again and again, slashing out, getting more and more skilled, but at the same time, his stamina was greatly consumed, at this time, he suddenly remembered last night's assault training, he once again dodged the zombie, he bent down, the long sword in his hand fiercely slashed at the zombie's leg joint, just one slash, the zombie's speed was affected, that slash cut the tendons of its leg wrist, its movement was not as nimble as before.
Of course, this was nothing to the zombie, it never knew fatigue, never stopped pain, turned around and rushed again, this time, the sword once again slashed at the previous wound, the zombie staggered.
When it rushed forward, its leg was lame, limping made it unable to stand firm, and at this time, for the first time, the militia took the initiative to attack, the third slash at the same place as the first two slashes, only the sword flashed, it did not bounce like before, but flashed from the zombie's leg to the front.
The people who were holding their breaths opened their mouths and gasped for air. A miracle had happened in front of their eyes. It was a great counterattack. The zombie's thigh was separated from its calf. The zombie was not a one-legged Kui Cow. It fell heavily to the ground.