Li Qingxiang and others successfully retreated to the indoor security fortification on the third floor. As soon as they entered the door, they heard a deafening explosion downstairs. The death squad was finished!
Although Li Qingxiang said that the death squads should evacuate with the team, even he knew that was unrealistic. It would attract monsters and the people on the third floor would not even have time to prepare. Since they chose to die, of course they would
Play their value, they did it, and they died!
Many times, it's not that people don't understand grief and pain, but that they simply don't have the opportunity to engage in such petty bourgeoisie. Pain and sadness require time, energy, and even physical strength. Li Qingxiang has none of these things. He can only continue to arrange tasks with red eyes.
, commanding operations is the responsibility and obligation of a leader.
The explosion delayed the coming of the monsters, but it was only a delay. What was supposed to come would eventually come. With bursts of noisy neighing and roaring running sounds, the living zombies came to enjoy their dinner!
"Bang Guo!" Li Qingxiang roared.
Following Li Meng's greeting, several survivors beside him threw several plant fruits slightly larger than softballs into the corridor.
"Bang! Bang!..."
After these fruits hit the wall, the effect was like a bag of lime, which caused puffs of dust to rise up. The dust quickly turned into smoke in the air, forming a large cloud in the blink of an eye.
Then, several survivors stood in the corridor with guns in hand, ready to shoot, waiting for the order to focus their fire.
As soon as the arrangements were made here, the living corpses arrived, roaring, and after they rushed into the smoke caused by the banging fruit, they collectively let out an angry roar!
"Hit, fuck hard..." Li Meng gritted his teeth and spoke, then he took the lead and thrust forward.
The people in front were pouring ammunition into the enemy, while the people behind were making preparations in a tacit understanding. After the wave of bullets in the front were all gone, other survivors would naturally take up the position of fire output. In the meantime, there were still some survivors who were constantly attacking.
Popcorn was thrown around the venue to maintain the concentration and effect of the smoke over there.
I have to say that this series of tactics itself is really not a problem. If placed in a normal battle, it would definitely be an example of defeating more with less. However, this is not a normal battle, and the opponent is not a human being. As for the number...
The victory of less with more is only a relative term. Many people actually know the same thing in their minds. Even if all the ammunition is used up, even if one shot kills, they still won't be able to kill them all...
A few minutes, for these survivors, seemed like a whole century. The ammunition was almost all gone, and there were not many bombs left. All the homemade bombs that could be used to kill monsters were used.
In the rather long corridor, monster corpses were even piled up to form obstacles, causing congestion.
This was probably an accident. The congestion caused by the accumulation of a large number of monster corpses effectively slowed down the pace of the zombies' attack. Although it was impossible to reverse the situation, it did create more time for the survivors.
I don't know who used a mixture of gasoline and diesel to make several Molotov cocktails, and threw them towards the pile of living corpses while shouting.
"Boom...boom..." The effect of this divine stroke was not very good, but in an instant the corridor was filled with flames, and many living corpses screamed and fell down covered in flames.
The gunfire had stopped, and the wall of fire in front effectively suppressed the zombies' attack. From time to time, some zombies covered in fire stumbled towards them, but they were all annihilated on the way. The situation seemed to have improved even more.
However, before the survivors had time to be happy, the cruel display tore this joy into pieces.
On the other side of the corridor, there were noisy running sounds, and Li Qingxiang knew that they were finished!
"On the other hand, hurry up, hurry up, get the bang fruit...concentrate the ammunition and prepare..." Li Qingxiang was still giving command orders, but he knew it was of little significance.
The effects of banging fruit and fire suppression were as good as ever, and the Molotov cocktails were also very powerful. However, there were not enough corpses piled on the ground to create a congestion effect. Suddenly, many living corpses rushed over with fire roaring on their bodies.
Due to the problem of running out of ammunition, the survivors were unable to continue to suppress the impact of the living corpses. They were forced to retreat to the indoor security fortification and lock the door.
Outside the door, the surging corpses roared and bombarded the door. Inside, the survivors looked eagerly at Li Qingxiang, the leader they had always trusted.
Li Qingxiang didn't even want to look into everyone's eyes. Those eyes were full of desire for life, but where is this damn way of life? Even Li Qingxiang himself doesn't know, maybe there is none!
However, since you want to live, then you have to struggle.
Li Qingxiang directed everyone to pile the last explosives, gasoline and diesel in front of the shaft leading to the tunnel on the first floor, and then began to evacuate everyone to the tunnel entrance.
No one knows what happened now. Although the authentic location is not in the hotel lobby, it is not far away. No one can say whether you will be surrounded by living corpses as soon as you go there. It depends on your fate!
Li Meng took the lead and led several people down the shaft. Their purpose was simple. If there were monsters, they would detonate the explosive pile downstairs. If there were no monsters, let people continue to evacuate.
The most optimistic scenario is that there will be no monsters going down, and then everyone can try to retreat into the tunnel for a final struggle.
As Li Meng went down here, there were signs that the door of the indoor security fortification over there was about to collapse. It seemed that the original plan was going to go to waste again.
Li Qingxiang made a prompt decision. The survivors all went down the shaft. If they wanted to die, let's die together until the last moment. Is it life? Is it death? Let's just stay together!
At once, all the survivors began to evacuate downwards, and it was Li Qingxiang who cut off the back. Another purpose of his cutting off was that these explosives did not have as advanced control methods as remote controls and could only be set using fuses, so the ignition temperature was very important.
, the most ideal situation is to evacuate here, the monsters are approaching, and then blow up a bunch of living corpses to destroy the shaft passage.
As the door of the indoor security fortification shook violently, Li Qingxiang lit the fuse, and then began to evacuate downwards to chase everyone.
Li Qingxiang landed on his front foot, and a violent explosion and the monster's roar came from his back foot. It seemed that he had hit his target.
To say that the luck of Li Qingxiang and the survivors is really not good, they have attracted the attention of living corpses as soon as they came down here. There is no way, there are too many, and they are everywhere in the entire hotel. What's more, there are so many survivors
To them, it is a delicacy that exudes a charming flavor.
"Detonate the explosives and we will perish together with them!" Li Qingxiang roared.