At this time, Mu Shaoan simply threw the spear, holding the newly cut wooden shield in his left hand, and picked up the Nepalese scimitar in his right hand, killing here without retreating, anyway, he is not afraid of being infected, and there is no such thing as a dog zombie, as for the type 2 virus infector, he has been able to crush it in strength, especially he continues to distribute the harvested experience points to endurance and strength attributes, and the advantages are gradually accumulating. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, as more and more virus infections rushed onto the wooden wall, Mu Shaoan had to fight and retreat into the wooden wall, where there was more space, but it also caused him to be infected with viruses in front and back, and he had no choice but to keep wandering around the main body of the base.

Fortunately, at this time, the program soldiers on the second and third floors were finally able to help, and they used bows and crossbows to suppress some of the virus infections.

However, there were still some virus infections rushing in, and to make matters worse, the entire corpse tide was originally scattered around, and because it was unable to break through the base's defenses, it gradually surrounded this place, and then climbed up one by one along the pile of corpses.

Although 11984's three rifles were always firing and their bows and crossbows were constantly firing, the number of virus infections leaking in had remained at about twenty or thirty.

No one can help him.

The pressure was all on Mu Shaoan, and the only thing he was thankful for at the moment was that 11984 They were not stupid, and they knew that they should give priority to killing the type 2 virus infected, otherwise if more than a dozen type 2 virus infections rushed down in one go, Mu Shaoan would really be unlucky.

As for the number of remaining type 1 virus infections, although there are a lot of them, they are crushed by Mu Shao's safety side in terms of attributes!

Even if the other party rushed over with a roar, and several of them surrounded him in the center, he could use faster speed and more skillful skills to block with his sword, and then retreat, jump out of the encirclement, and kill one with a quick backhand.

In this way, he continued to consume and swim, and one by one the virus infected bodies were constantly killed by him, but the virus infected bodies that rushed in kept rushing into the battle circle like a refueling tactic, as if it was endless.

At the beginning, Mu Shaoan was indeed very difficult, but after a long time, he invisibly mastered some skills, which he couldn't think about in ordinary times.

Because actual combat and fantasy are completely different.

It is only in battle that it is quickly grasped and comprehended.

These small skills and realizations made Mu Shaoan gradually become more relaxed, after all, he only had to face a virus infected body that would not cooperate, not a human warrior who could think, otherwise, at this time, not to mention dozens of people, it was just ten street gangsters, and a burst of old punches in a narrow area like this could knock him down.

It doesn't matter what four-dimensional property you are.

In this way, Mu Shaoan played several good counterattacks.

But there are too many virus infections, it seems that they can't kill them endlessly, the howls come and go, and I don't know how many are left, Mu Shaoan can only hear the gunshots sounding intermittently, the kind of single-shot rifle, don't count on the rate of fire.

What about the rest of the world? Has the base been breached, has the territory been attacked, has there been any casualties?

Mu Shaoan couldn't care about it at all, and his mind was full of killing!

Kill up, only to feel that there are enemies in front and back, left and right, and there is dirty blood and corpses under your feet, what heavy attack skills, completely forget!

Because at this time, there is simply no chance and burst value for him to use.

He didn't dare to waste half of his burst value at all, so he could only use his left hand to always maintain the shield state, and the Nepalese scimitar in his right hand was to avoid slashing as much as possible, and try to use moving footsteps and body skills to avoid and quickly launch a counterattack!

But even so, as time passed, the wounds on his body were increasing one by one!

Thanks to the fact that he has always used a wooden shield to protect the vital point, the Nepalese scimitar in his hand can always kill the virus infected body first, plus his own defense attributes are good, so he maneuvers, dodges, rushes, kills, and repeats, becoming more and more proficient, more and more simple, powerful and fast!

Even the occasional Type 2 virus infection that pops up, he can block it with the wooden shield in an instant and then kill it with one blow! During this entire killing process, Mu Shaoan felt that he seemed to be completely sublimated.

The feeling of throwing a wooden spear before was still faintly present here, and the Nepalese scimitar in his right hand seemed to be a part of his body.

Although his body is getting more and more tired, his will is becoming clearer and clearer, and even as time passes, his health is only 20 points extremely dangerous, and his hands and feet are like a hundred pounds of lead, as if a gust of wind can blow it down.

However, none of the infected people could pick the last sweet fruits of victory, and they rushed at them one by one, but they were always blocked by wooden shields, and then, in an instant, the Nepalese scimitar slashed precisely through their throats or into their hearts, without dragging mud and water.

At this moment, in Mu Shao'an's perception, he felt that he had an illusion, he was not killing the virus infected, and what he was holding in his hand was not a Nepalese scimitar, but the folding knife, and the virus infections that rushed over were just ugly wooden spear embryos, without using too much strength, but absolutely accurate, with just one knife, the sawdust fell, and the blood was all over the ground!

It's like an art.

Finally, I don't know how long it has been, the whole world has quieted down, the gunfire has stopped, and I can't hear the screams of those program soldiers, only Mu Shao'an's own heavy bellows-like breathing, too tired, his burst value has already been emptied I don't know how many times, he doesn't know what strength he relied on to support him for so long?

With a "poof", a type 2 virus infected person crawled over the wooden wall, and then fell, its roar was particularly unreal in this suddenly quiet world, and then it was like an angry black bear swooping towards Mu Shao'an, who was already a blood gourd!

If it had been seven days ago, Mu Shaoan would definitely use a spear against it.

If it was three days ago, Mu Shaoan would definitely use his shield to release a heavy attack skill to fight it.

If it was before this war, Mu Shaoan would have at least four or five ways to solve it easily.

But now-

The splatters of blood had blurred his eyes,

Extreme fatigue has made his body extremely stiff,

The Nepalese scimitar held in his right hand is no longer sharp,

The wooden shield in his left hand could no longer hold on.

All it takes is a touch from the big man, and he's going to die.

Screaming sounds came from the upper floors of the base,

Maybe it was the last two seconds of his life.

Mu Shaoan let out a long breath, and then, as soon as his left hand was released, the wooden shield fell to the ground with a bang, and he seemed to accept his fate.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

I don't know who is shouting upstairs.

"I'm out of bullets!" seems to be the mournful voice of 11984.

In just one second, time condensed at this moment, and the open mouth of the type 2 virus infection, as well as the waving arms, seemed to be shrouded in a shadow of the sky!

However, that's not fast enough!

Because at this moment, compared with his tired body, Mu Shaoan's will was beyond imagination, so he could see the bloat, cumbersome, and fatal flaws of the type 2 virus infection.

So it's that simple!

Do you really need a shield?

No, the knife in my hand is the strongest shield!

In an instant, there seemed to be a flash of knife, and then Mu Shaoan's body leaned forward suddenly, and finally he lost his support and knelt there, only holding the Nepalese scimitar with both hands to support the weight of his entire body.

And time stopped at this moment again, and the momentum of the type 2 virus infected body seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and then continued to pounce forward as if it had lost control, and its two strong arms waved wildly, only a little bit away from Mu Shaoan.

One step, two steps, three steps.

With a "poof", the strong type 2 virus infected body fell to the ground, its head flew out, and a cavity of black dirty blood gushed out.