No one thinks that the militia can kill the zombies, because the militia is themselves, they only hope that the militia will escape by themselves, and it will be good if they are not caught by the zombies, and they will fulfill a wish in their hearts at the same time, only hoping that the militia can survive.

At this moment, they saw that the militia who was rolling on the ground like a spinning top before no longer rolled, but stood up straight in the face of the zombies, seeing this scene, countless people were anxious for the militia, why was he so stupid? I didn't see a zombie as big as a body, he couldn't even shoot a gun, why did he, a little man with only a shield, stand in front of the zombie and face it head-on? Could it be that he was tired and couldn't run?

"Ah!!h

"Run!!"

"You're stupid!"

There was a huge noise below, and the people below watched the zombies pounce on the militia, but the militia stood motionless with their shields, what is the strength of the zombies, the people below are clear, they can easily knock the militia away, and the people below all know that the militia who was knocked away before could not be unaware, the crowd exclaimed loudly, let the militia dodge, they not only said it to the militia, but also to themselves, at this time, they had already regarded the militia as their own incarnation.

The people below were full of voices, the zombies and militia above were not disturbed in any way, one only had food in his heart, and the zombie zombie pounced in front of the militia, one paw waved, and then the other paw swung up, in front of it the militia raised a shield to block the zombie's claws as before, and when he retreated, the pupils in his eyes caught the figure of the zombie crashing into him.

"Bumping the ......" zombie hit the oblique angle of the steel shield, the force it brought up was unloaded by the militia to the side, the zombie's center of gravity was unstable, staggered a few steps, and the militia was not comfortable, he was hit by the force and kept retreating, the following cheers, they all know, this is not easy, it is already very good to be able to do this step by step, the former residents of the gathering place, and now the militia who are fighting with the zombies on the stage, have given the people in the gathering place a shot in the heart, they are very satisfied, most of them will look at the camp soldiers standing indifferently under the platform, hopefully they'll find a way to kill the Type D zombies, because the militia has proven their mettle.

Many of the soldiers below were as excited as the survivors in the gathering place, they were all militiamen, they were all militiamen who had only touched their guns for a few days, and the soldiers on the stage knew that they had seen it when they had eaten and trained before, and even a few of them had spoken to that person, the militia could do it here, they were not jealous or contemptuous, they only knew that that person could do it, and they could do it.

The onlookers hoped that they could kill the zombies, and they themselves hoped that the steel guns in their hands were tightened and loosened, once and again, and their palms were full of sweat, but they did not get the order not to send the bullets from the steel guns into the heads of zombies.

The militia on the stage was knocked back continuously, this time the retreat is obliquely retreated, his end point is the long knife on the ground, in the exclamation of everyone, the militia was knocked to the ground again, the zombie also hit the air, staggered forward, the balance of the zombie is not weak, three or two steps on the reflex, and rushed to the militia again, but the militia took the opportunity to hold the steel knife in his hand again, the knife slapped heavily on the shield and made a loud noise, the militia sent a heart-rending cry at the zombie, as if catharsis, and seemed to be challenging.

Different militia, bring different feelings to the onlookers below, they instantly feel that the distance between the militia and them is infinitely far away, the person is still that person, but it is no longer the person who was afraid to face the zombies before, when that person became fearless, they felt that the person became so strange, but it did not prevent them from continuing to watch, no one shouted loudly, tens of thousands of people in the center looked at the militia quietly, and there was a faint expectation in their hearts, they expected that ordinary people like them, It can bring them a hope but not hope.

The zombie pounced in front of the militia, waved his big claw and grabbed it on the head, the militia sideways steel shield protected the front of him, the claw scratched on the smooth shield surface, drawing a flower mark, the militiaman's arm was loosened, the zombie rubbed the shield and rushed to the side, the militia and the zombie intersected, and the steel knife in his hand slashed at the waist of the zombie.

The muscles around the waist of the zombie were cut out of a big hole by the sharp long knife, and when the zombie stood, many of the onlookers clearly saw that a trace of black blood flowed slowly from the gap in the waist, the gap in the wound was very large, and the black muscles were exposed to the air.

The strength of the zombies fell into the eyes of the people below, so serious injuries were ineffective against the zombies, and they gave birth to a fear that the zombies could not fight the gods, and there was this fear, only the crowd of onlookers below, but not including the militia above, on the contrary, instead of fear, he was a little excited in his heart.

The militia only doubts whether they can kill the dead D-type zombies, but they don't doubt whether the D-type zombies will kill or not, he has seen the D-type zombies that have been killed, not by guns, but by the knives in the hands of his comrades, first they joined the militia in the camp, squeezed the zombies with steel shields, and then hacked to death with knives, and once the strong D-type zombies were surrounded, they were like a lamb to the slaughter.

Although facing such a D-type zombie alone, he is not as confident as having his comrades by his side, however, he has been entangled with zombies for so long, and now he is not injured, but the zombies were cut by him, which makes him not as afraid of zombies as before, he has a shield, and he found out for the first time that what the instructor said is right, a shield is something more worthy of his love than a woman, because the shield has saved him more than once.

The zombies continue to pounce on the militia, the militia through the slope of the shield again and again to let the zombies pass, more and more skillful each time, in the end, he has completely mastered the angle of the shield, no matter what direction the zombies pounce on, he can let the zombies pass at the first time, let the past at the same time, his long knife will take the opportunity to cut on the back of the zombies, the militia caused damage to the zombies again and again, at the beginning of the applause, the time was not long, the applause of the people were closed, the back of the zombie was scarred, even the back bones were exposed, As an ordinary person, I don't know how many times I've died, but when it comes to the zombie, even its speed hasn't slowed down a bit.

In the face of such monsters, many people have despaired, they don't think that D-type zombies can be killed by knives, desperate at the same time they also have a glimmer of hope, at least a shield is not bad, although you can't kill zombies, zombies can't eat them hiding behind the shield.

The militia dodged again and again, cut out, skilled at the same time, physical strength is also a lot of consumption, at this time, he suddenly remembered last night's assault training, once again let the zombie, he bent over, the long knife in his hand slashed at the zombie's leg joint, only one knife, the zombie's speed was affected, the knife cut the tendons on its legs and wrists, and the movement was no longer as flexible as before.

Of course, this is nothing to the zombie, it never tires, never stops suffering, turns around and pounces again, this time, another knife on the previous wound, and the zombie stumbles. When rushing forward, the leg was lame, limping so that it could not stand firm at the first time, and at this time, the militia took the initiative for the first time, and the third knife slashed in the same position as the first two knives, only a flash of knife light, not rebounding as before, but flashing from the back of the zombie's leg to the front of the leg.

The people below who were holding their breath with their lips closed opened their mouths and gasped together, and staged a miracle in front of their eyes, a Jedi counterattack, the zombie's thigh separated from its calf, the zombie was not a one-legged cow, it fell heavily to the ground.