A strong man in his forties covered himself with the crouching crowd and quietly crawled to the other man: "Brother, I know you are also an evolved person. Looking at this situation, they will kill us all sooner or later. We are going to
There is only one choice if you want to survive."
"You want to resist?" The man shook his head like a rattle and glanced at the mercenaries in horror: "They have combat armors and guns. We can't beat them..."
"Idiot, you can still win if you can't beat us. Haven't you seen how they deal with us? In their eyes, we are now fresh meat that attracts zombies. These zombies are getting more and more violent. Sooner or later, we will be killed by them.
Do you want to wait here to die?"
The man's angry growl was masked by the roar of the zombies and the roar of the car, and no mercenary noticed this scene.
The men who were instigated by him also noticed something strange around them. The zombies were becoming more and more violent, as if they would not stop until they were all killed. But they did not want to believe this fact and were still hoping that they could rush out.
But after breaking through this layer of delusion, all that was left was deep despair.
At this moment, the eyes of these fish gradually became firmer. They understood that what the strong man said was right, and no one would survive without resisting them.
They can only survive by grabbing cars, weapons, and equipment!
The strong man immediately became the leader of this group of people. He lowered his voice and said, "Slowly spread out and look for weapons. Small knives, bone knives, anything. These people's armors are not perfect. We have a chance of winning."
Encouraged by the strong men, these people finally plucked up the courage. The thin people covered the strong ones and searched around. There were many supplies on the back of the truck. They hid the weapons they found under their clothes and were ready to take action at any time.
"Ho ho ho!"
But as soon as the leading man hid a dagger, he felt his scalp being grabbed violently.
A mercenary dragged him back with a grin.
"You think I don't know what you are doing, and if you want to resist, I will stab you first."
Seeing the leader being taken away, the others who were already nervous suddenly screamed.
The strong man's face suddenly turned red, and he suddenly shouted: "If you want me to die, then you should die first."
The strong man who was being dragged was the first to attack. He grabbed the arm that was holding his hair with both hands, and his muscles suddenly swelled in a big circle, and he suddenly hit the mercenary like a meteorite. This guy was obviously a power evolver!
The mercenary was knocked to the ground with a thud. The man punched his helmet fiercely, grabbed the submachine gun with both hands and started to snatch it. The mercenary clung to the gun tightly, and the two sides got into a struggle.
"They will kill us all. These people have no humanity at all. Only by resisting and taking away the vehicles can we survive."
"Come on!"
The man's shouting immediately caused the companions behind him to get angry. They rushed towards the nearest mercenary, trying to snatch the weapon from the mercenary's hand using their numbers.
but--
boom--
With a gunshot, the head of the man who was snatching the gun suddenly exploded, and blood splashed all over the face of the mercenary who was knocked down. The mercenary captain behind him said angrily. "Have you all rebelled? Who doesn't want to live? I will do it now."
Leave you behind."
The riot that had just started came to an abrupt end when the leading strong man died suddenly. The refugees who stood up fell to the ground in panic.
They are too whimsical. Humans equipped with advanced combat armors and weapons are simply not something that bare-handed guys like them can fight against. They are so small, even worse than ants.
"I didn't want to participate, I was forced by him."
"Don't kill us, don't kill us."
"We just want to survive. You promised to send us to Dragon City. You promised..."
…
Everyone fell down and begged for mercy, and the captain pulled his team members up from the ground. But under the helmet that could not be seen, the captain's face was already pale.
Because they were very careful when they were killing people just now, dragging them to the back of the car before wiping their necks. In the rapid charge, the blood could not splash on them at all.
But this strong man was killed on the spot, and the huge explosive force of the bullet caused his head to explode. The explosion caused the entire back of the car to be filled with blood, contaminating everyone.
Everyone knows that a zombie's nose is extremely sensitive. From the moment it is stained with blood, the car and everyone in it are considered to be dead.
Sure enough, after the strong man died in the car, the surrounding zombies all focused their attention on the truck. Even the zombies that had originally attacked other vehicles in the convoy also attacked the truck fiercely.
The captain's eyes suddenly froze, and now there was only one way left to survive.
Only more flesh and blood can lure the zombies away.
He yelled: "Kill them all and throw them down to lure away the zombies."
The other soldiers present were also stunned, and everyone felt that they were dead. At this moment, when the captain said a word, their bodies immediately began to react instinctively.
The mercenaries pounced on the refugees, grabbed them like chickens and threw them out of the car.
"Help. You can't do this."
"We were wrong, give us another chance."
"Damn it, even if we die, you won't be able to survive."
"Fight them."
…
Only then did these cowards start fighting, but it was already too late.
The flames of their counterattack were extinguished in an instant. The mercenaries used the powerful bonus of the battle armor to push these bare-handed guys to the ground.
Some simply broke their necks, and some simply kicked the person out of the car.
Amidst helpless wailing, the refugees from southern Liaoning were thrown out of the car one by one, and were immediately devoured by the zombies.
"You will not die well..."
Their wailing echoed in the ears of all the mercenaries, but these mercenaries had no time to pay attention to them at this moment. They were using daggers to tear open the tarpaulin on the truck and find mineral water to continuously wash their bodies.
It is only a matter of time before these refugees are eaten, and they will still be unable to escape by then. The only way to survive is to wash away the smell of blood from their bodies in the time they bought with their lives.
But, all this is just their whims.
"Ho ho ho—"
Da da da--
The roar of the surrounding zombies suddenly intensified. They rushed towards the truck and kept climbing on the truck with their claws. But as soon as they probed their heads, their heads were blown off by the bullets of the mercenaries.
The mercenaries were forced to put down the mineral water and fired back. The zombies were torn apart one after another.
The roar of guns echoed in their ears, but despair spread in everyone's hearts. They knew they were doomed.
unless……
"Boss, help!"
The captain finally couldn't resist. His only hope at the moment was the brothers behind him. They had contributed to the entire convoy, and they also had a lot of supplies in the car. The boss at the rear should not ignore them.
Sure enough, when they turned around, they saw the machine gunner on the off-road vehicle in the distance turning his gun. They who had been shooting at the two wings were aiming towards them. Was he trying to save them...?!
The ecstasy on the captain's face suddenly solidified.
Because the gun behind him was not aimed at the zombies, but at their truck...
