Zombies equipped with rebar guns, no matter how fierce they are, they are also invincible with two fists and four hands.

The route was full of zombie corpses.

There are more than 100 zombies, they continue to advance, and the defensive zombies in groups of three are constantly overwhelmed by them. The murderous zombies always tear the zombies of Lu Chuan's subordinates to pieces.

"It's a pity that the police zombies died too early."

If the police zombie is still there, and the electric chainsaw has not broken yet, just rely on its corpse, it can be a corpse, and ten thousand corpses can not be opened. The combat power of the chainsaw, in this narrow place, is simply a god-killing.

Unfortunately, the only chainsaw on the construction site was cut in half by the tyrant early.

In the entire area, there is only one construction site, and then there is a bustling business district. This is the central area of the city, full of high-rise buildings, shopping malls everywhere, where do you ask Lu Chuan to find another chainsaw?

What Lu Chuan could see before was only a range of 1 kilometer.

Beyond this range, Lu Chuan didn't dare to let the zombies try. This world is really dangerous, and the lickers and tyrants that appear make these weird zombies go and never return.

But......

Killing gods always exists.

41 The zombie stood on the route, carrying in its hand a sharpened mountain knife. The identity of a basketball player, a height of more than 1.9 meters, is enough to make it stand out from the crowd.

The muscles are full of explosive force, and although the surface skin is rotten, it does not affect its performance in the slightest.

This kind of zombie is naturally taller than other zombies, and in terms of strength, it is far from being comparable to ordinary zombies. It is carrying a mountain opening knife, like the god of war standing here.

"Roaring ......"

The 41 basketball player zombie roared, and the mountain knife in his hand slashed out.

The sword swept through the air, with a cold light.

The knife is sharp and powerful.

When the combination came back, the zombie that rushed in front of it first was split in half by it with this brute force and fell to both sides.

The murderous scene made Lu Chuan clench his fists: "It's good, that's all." ”

The second zombie pounced, baring its teeth and claws.

41 basketball player zombie again held the mountain knife in both hands and swept it fiercely.

The head of this zombie was cut off, and the head was taken to the side and fell to the construction site. The jet-black liquid on his neck was desperately bubbling up, but his body fell to the ground and didn't even move.

The attacking zombies, they were fearless, and they still pounced on them frantically.

One knife, another knife.

The sharpened mountain knife vividly teaches the attacking zombies a lesson, telling them how big the gap between flesh and steel is.

Under the power of the 41 basketball player zombies, no matter what zombies come, it is a knife.

Some had half of their heads cut off, some had their heads cut off at their waists, and some had their entire heads cut off.

Either way, for zombies, it's deadly.

The path is full of the corpses of incoming zombies.

The zombie of the 41 basketball players like the god of killing, it didn't have the strength to say that the killing of the institution, dozens of zombies, drinking hatred in front of it.

The piles of zombie corpses are even more like a small mountain.

The continuous decrease in the number of incoming zombies means that we are getting closer and closer to success.

…………

Dozens of kilometers outside the city.

A stronghold of survivors like a fortress that appears on the horizon.

This survivor's stronghold has a surprisingly large wall, twenty meters high and six meters wide.

From afar, it looks like a fortress.

Above the wall, you can see some patrolling people, a team of five, walking along the six-meter-wide wall, their sharp eyes skimming the distance, looking for any possible danger.

People who can survive in this apocalypse and become warriors are not simple.

It's just that most of their equipment is home-made guns and crossbows.

Under the wall, there are some scattered zombies, they wander around, and from time to time they will flock to the bottom of the wall, making movements to climb the wall.

The patrolling people paid no attention to these actions.

With their numbers, it is impossible to climb a twenty-meter-high wall. Without the accumulation of hundreds of thousands, it is difficult to pose a threat to the wall.

Standing on the wall, you can see the hazy city high-rises in the distance.

"Clean up the zombies, there's a convoy to set off."

With the shouts one after another, the people who had just been on patrol immediately took off their weapons and concentrated at the gate of the wall.

Some of these weapons are crossbows, and some are homemade spears.

"Bang!"

"Huh!"

Different sounds rang out, and the scattered zombies below fell down one by one.

The bullets of the guns set off a cloud of rotten flesh and jet-black liquid on the heads of these zombies. The strong crossbow is a crossbow arrow stuck in the head, shaking as the zombie falls.

After several years of survival pressure, the survivors who can become combatants are all elite-level gunslingers.

The dozens of zombies that had surrounded the gate of the wall before were cleared in a moment and fell to the ground.

It is not surprising that there is an international metropolis dozens of kilometers away, and there are some sporadic zombies appearing nearby every day. Even if you kill it, there will be some wandering around the next day.

Over time, the survivors have become accustomed to the constant zombie life in this neighborhood.

Every time a convoy sets out, it is always necessary to clear the zombies around the gate, so that they do not threaten the interior of the stronghold when the gate is opened.

The gate to the stronghold opens as soon as the zombies are emptied.

A convoy of more than a dozen different vehicles roared out of the gate, pointing at the city dozens of kilometers away.

The fleet is made up of vehicles with messy specifications.

There were police cars, trucks, buses, cash trucks, and several tall SUVs. These cars, without exception, are all modified and have a sturdy and hideous appearance.

Like a bus, the whole car is welded with steel bars, like a moving steel castle.

The trucks in the convoy are equipped with the shovel of the forklift in front of the front of the car, and with its horsepower, it is absolutely ferocious.

Without the supply of parts, no one cares what kind of car it is, as long as it can be driven.

In the blink of an eye, the convoy was gone, leaving only a trail of dust and smoke rising into the sky.

Fleets like this one are available almost every day.

As long as they find something valuable, they can benefit a lot in this world where resources are a little out of balance.

"Five zombies and one black steamed bun."

I saw a leader shouting at the gate of the stronghold, which instantly attracted the madness of a large group of people. Ten people were quickly selected, and they dragged the dead zombies to a large pit hundreds of meters away and threw them in.

The corpse cleaner, as they call it, cleans up the corpses of five zombies, in order to make this one steamed bun that can make them live for a day.

The stronghold is not small, it is built on the basis of a small town.

The streets inside are deserted.

Under many roofs, there are people with numb faces and hollow eyes, who stay under the eaves like corpses, as if everything in the outside world has nothing to do with them.

Occasionally, the voices of workers are needed, but it makes these numb people go crazy.

Sometimes they can fight each other for a job.

In the last days, human life is not valuable, and there will always be people who die every day because of this kind of brawl. No one cared who would die, and the dead were thrown out of the city like garbage.

In the center of the stronghold town, there were bursts of cheers.

A place that has been transformed into a corpse arena is overcrowded, and one by one they are screaming wildly.

In the field.

A sturdy man, holding a dog-legged knife, bent slightly, holding his knees and panting.

In front of him was a strong man covered in armor and carrying a meteor hammer.

The source of the corpse is actually that the Colosseum has changed to another mode, not fighting with beasts, but fighting with corpses. But more often than not, it's a fight between people.

Each time, it attracts tens of thousands of survivors, who live in this perilous post-apocalyptic world, and their nerves are tense and need to vent their emotions in this way.

Whether it is a person or a corpse, or a person and a person, here, it all represents blood.

Every day someone dies here, and every day someone works miracles here.

For a bite to eat, many people will come here with their lives to gamble.

One day it will be alive, and tomorrow it will be killed by the next challenger, and it will become a corpse that no one will look at twice.

"Ah......h

With a frantic roar, the sturdy man strode towards the strong man in armor with determination on his face.

knew that it would be difficult for him to defeat the other party, but from the moment he stepped into this corpse arena, there was no turning back.

This is a survivor stronghold full of despair and madness, and it is also a representative of thousands of survivors' strongholds and bases.

And in the survivor stronghold, everyone is desperate to stay alive and crazy to stay alive. If you don't want to starve to death, if you don't want to be killed by other people, squeeze out what you have and live as long as you can.

The survivors who can survive more than five years are like wild beasts, crazy, murderous, and ruthless.

This is the law of human nature in the last days.