An emergency mobilization order came over the shelter's broadcast, indicating that a war was about to happen.
Regardless of men, women, or children, as long as they belong to the order of battle, they must reach the designated location in the shortest possible time.
There are main combat personnel, auxiliary personnel, and logistics echelons.
Militarized-managed shelters operate in this manner to ensure resistance to various disasters.
Equality, freedom, and fair human rights are all bullshit here.
Looking at the aggressive enemy, the commander frowned.
This time the enemy is not just zombies, nor the crazy survivors, but the zombie army led by extraordinary species.
The combat power possessed by the opponent is far more powerful than imagined.
"well……"
The commander sighed softly, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.
Although I feel uneasy in my heart, I still have to prepare to fight, there is no other choice.
Amidst the piercing sirens, people on alert crowded the windows, and guns and bows and arrows were constantly being poked out.
There are also some window positions that are even equipped with large-caliber weapons, including modified artillery, and weapons similar to trebuchets.
The advantage of height is revealed, even if a wooden stick is dropped, it is enough to shoot a giant bear through.
Relying on this defensive method, as long as the enemy gets close to the shelter, he will definitely pay a heavy price.
However, this time the enemy did not give the survivors a chance.
From a long distance away, the extraordinary army launched an attack, and their attacks were amplified as soon as they met.
After the magic modification, the artillery mounted on the truck aimed at the building of the shelter and opened fire.
A total of ten artillery pieces continued to spray flames, and the sound of cannons continued to echo over the city.
Amidst the violent explosion, the outer wall of the building was easily shot through, and the shell exploded violently inside.
The thunder-like loud noise frightened the survivors in the shelter, and many people suffered from mental breakdown.
Covering his ears, he yelled wildly.
New recruits are afraid of artillery, and veterans are afraid of machine guns. The survivors have never experienced this level of paramilitary war.
Even after training, you may not be able to handle it.
It is not a strange thing for a tense nerve to break due to this.
Some people screamed loudly and fired randomly with bows and arrows in their hands, regardless of whether they could hit the target.
Some people were kneeling in the house, praying loudly, hoping that the shells would not be shot at them.
The defending soldiers were also firing artillery, trying to counterattack the enemy, but the power and hit rate were really terrible.
The weapons between the two sides are not of the same level at all, and their range and accuracy are even more ridiculous.
As soon as he fired his front leg, his head was locked by the artillery fire, and he ended up dead without any body parts.
They fought like this from afar, but within a short period of time, the building was riddled with holes.
The bottom wall had a big hole blasted out by artillery, and it looked terrible.
The commander of the shelter immediately dispatched manpower to block the gap no matter what.
Otherwise, the enemy will march straight in, and the refuge will inevitably fall.
As a result, at this moment, the fishmen launched an attack. Under the cover of cannons and heavy machine guns, swarms of zombies swarmed in.
Withstanding the defender's attack, ignoring the falling stones and sharp steel bars above his head, he climbed up like crazy.
They smelled the smell of flesh and blood and knew that there were countless delicious foods in this building.
As long as you rush in, you can devour it without restraint and eat as much as you want.
Seeing the zombies attacking, the residents of the shelter frantically tried to stop them. They were all too aware of the consequences of the monsters' intrusion.
But he didn't expect the extraordinary army in the distance. There were many soldiers aiming their guns, and the residents would shoot when they showed up.
Along with screams, residents were constantly hit by bullets, and some unlucky guys fell from the windows. Even if they were not killed, they would be torn into pieces by the zombies.
The enemy's firepower was so strong that it was just a joke, constantly tormenting the residents of the shelter.
But even so, the survivors still gritted their teeth and persisted, constantly blocking the gaps.
They know very well that as long as zombies rush into the shelter, there will be no chance of a single person left alive.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sudden sound, and the crazy attacking zombies immediately stopped.
Judging from their appearance, they looked like they had been cast on a body-holding spell, and they were obviously in a state of control.
The residents of the shelter were frightened and couldn't understand what was happening, but they still attacked subconsciously.
"You idiots, now give you a chance to choose.
Surrender, live, fight, die!
I'll give you ten minutes and give me an answer. This is your only chance.
Your destiny is in your own hands, don't miss the last chance."
The speaker was a middle-aged man, wearing a field uniform and holding a thick cigar in his mouth.
While he was shouting, several trucks drove over and the heavy metal frame was slowly lifted.
The residents could clearly see that the vehicle was clearly a missile and could be launched at any time and anywhere.
Seeing the missile, the residents of the shelter once again fell into a state of despair. They had no ability to fight against such a weapon.
During the few years I lived in the shelter, I was indeed given safe shelter, but completely isolated from the outside world.
While the survivors are still struggling for survival, extraordinary species are already rampant in the apocalypse, not only controlling the terrifying zombies, but also acquiring a variety of war weapons.
There are not only missile tanks, but also aircraft and nuclear bombs. The equipment is far more than that of the residents of the shelter.
After realizing this, the survivors were desperate and frightened, with no fighting spirit at all.
Because they knew that it was impossible to win this war, and the result of resistance could only be death.
The survivors are also worried that if they surrender, will they become food for these zombies?
"Don't listen to the enemy's instigation. He just wants to kill everyone and use them as food for zombies!"
The commander's voice sounded over the internal broadcast, full of anger.
No one knows better than him how difficult the current situation is and that the residents have lost their fighting spirit.
This situation is very dangerous, and you must immediately find a way to revive your morale and fight to the death against the enemy's attack.
His soldiers alone are no match for him, and all residents must be mobilized to participate.
As a result, at this moment, another voice came over.
"I know what you are afraid of. You are afraid of being punished by the managers, and you are afraid of becoming food for zombies after surrendering.
Don't worry, everyone, we will only feed the zombies with enemy corpses and will never harm our companions.
As long as you surrender, everyone can become partners and no longer need to live like mice.
What you have to do is to kill all the resisters so that I can see your sincerity and determination."
The middle-aged officer of the Extraordinary Legion once again shouted to the survivors, as if he was a demon spreading evil and death, inciting the survivors to do some crazy things.
These words seemed to have magic power, arousing hope in the survivors' hearts and releasing their inner demons.
All the injustices he had suffered in the past kept flashing through his mind, and his eyes towards the soldiers became cold.
The survivors just want to live, and if anyone stops them, they will fight without hesitation.
"What are you going to do? Don't you want to live anymore?"
The survivors who participated in the battle were divided into different teams, and each team had soldiers responsible for commanding and supervising the battle.
In normal times, the survivors would not dare to make mistakes or challenge these gun-toting soldiers.
But at this moment, they also have guns and weapons that can kill people.
Looking at those wolf-like eyes, the soldiers supervising the battle felt panicked. They also felt fear at this moment.
There was no need for a strong enemy to attack, the internal defense line had collapsed, and no matter how loud the commander screamed, it would be of no avail.
I don’t know who fired first, but chaos broke out and a series of gunshots rang out from inside the shelter.
Ten minutes later, a white flag was stretched out from the window, waving vigorously and shouting surrender.
More and more white items appear in the windows to show their attitude.
The middle-aged officer with a cigar in his mouth burst into unbridled laughter upon seeing this.