After everyone reached a consensus, the command naturally fell to Lin Xinghai.
He first asked Jin Tong to lead two people to lock the doors of the other two fire escapes and block them behind with heavy objects.
This point is very critical. If the other two doors are not completely sealed, zombies will swarm up, and all subsequent plans will be ruined.
In addition, he also asked all members of Sun Tianbo's team to hand over all the bullets in their bodies to him.
Lin Xinghai took a count and found that the average number of bullets remaining in the hands of these people was less than 20, so the total number of 23 people totaled about 400 bullets.
Obviously, this is not enough to deal with all high-level zombies. According to Lin Xinghai's investigation, among the more than 3,000 zombies, the number of high-level zombies is as high as 800.
Especially the group of zombies that were chasing Xie Shanyong's team had a particularly large proportion of high-level zombies.
The reason for this is entirely because Xie Shanyong and others used all their bullets to kill intermediate zombies and ordinary zombies during their escape.
Now, the 400 bullets obtained can only kill half of the high-level zombies. The other half still needs Lin Xinghai to take action personally, but this is within the range of his expectations.
After counting the number of bullets, Lin Xinghai transferred two members from Sun Tianbo's team.
"You two will stay with me later. Your task is to reload bullets, no problem!" Lin Xinghai said.
"No problem." The two people replied quickly.
Sun Tianbo, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but say at this time: "Well...Brother Lin, help loading bullets, you shouldn't need so many people!"
"I am using the strafing mode, with 10 rounds per second. It only takes 5 seconds to empty the magazine? If you can find a member who can keep up with my shooting rhythm? Then you can also have one person load the bullets.
Lin Xinghai said calmly.
Sun Tianbo suddenly stopped talking, and the two members who received the mission suddenly froze with relaxed expressions on their faces.
There is no automatic loading box, so they need to press the bullets into the magazine one by one. With Lin Xinghai's shooting speed? Let alone two people, 20 may not be enough!
Lin Xinghai seemed to be able to see what the two of them were thinking. He said something comforting: "Don't worry, I won't keep shooting. If you move quickly, you can keep up with my rhythm."
At this time, Sun Tianbo and Xie Shanyong, under the arrangement of Lin Xinghai, asked their subordinates to adjust their formation.
Since none of the three teams have cooperated before? Some things must be made clear.
Sun Tianbo's team is on the left? And Xie Shanyong's team is on the right, with Lin Xinghai, Little Fatty and Liu Miaomiao standing in the middle.
Of course, Liu Miaomiao's position was quite far back, and almost everyone was protecting the other party intentionally or unintentionally.
Protecting doctors on the battlefield? This is something that everyone with a little bit of combat literacy knows to do.
Lin Xinghai's position is slightly forward, but because he is currently positioned as a shooter, he does not stand at the front.
The one at the front of everyone is the little fat man holding a giant shield.
At this time, he was high-spirited and had a stern expression. He really had the aura that one man was in charge of everything.
"Boss, don't worry? As long as I don't fall down, I won't let a zombie get close to you." He said loudly with an expression that looked at death. At the same time, he glanced at the crowd on both sides from the corner of his eye.
When I saw the members of the two teams, their expressions looking at him were filled with admiration, and I felt an indescribable sense of pride in my heart.
And this is also a normal thing. After all, in the eyes of the uninformed, being at the front of the team, the pressure you are under is unimaginable.
Even people with defensive abilities may not dare to do this, because it is likely to attract the siege of more than a dozen high-level zombies.
…
While Lin Xinghai was making final preparations, Zuo Wenyao, the top person in charge of the examination room, was in the command room, busy with Colonel Lu Wei, and a group of staff members.
Although their preparations were sufficient, the development of things was still a bit beyond everyone's expectations.
"What do the candidates of this year do? Find a safe place to hide at night. There are so many people who can't do such a simple thing." Lu Wei kept complaining.
If these were his soldiers, he would definitely give these people a devilish training package that they would never forget.
"These people have good talents, and they have just become genetic optimizers within this year. It is normal that they do not have time to do this kind of training. If we make the registration conditions more stringent next year, this situation will not happen.
." Zuo Wenyao said, also rubbing his eyebrows.
At this moment, a person responsible for collecting intelligence hurriedly walked into the command room.
"Sir Zuo, the number one seed is in crisis." The intelligence officer said urgently.
"What's going on? Aren't they well hidden?" Zuo Wenyao said quickly.
The number one seed, of course, refers to Lin Xinghai. These particularly outstanding talents will receive special attention from them, and Lin Xinghai is naturally the top priority.
But Zuo Wenyao remembered that the hiding place of the other party was okay, and all the details were handled well.
An hour ago, when he read the routine report, the other party's hiding place was still normal, and he had successfully avoided 5 groups of corpses.
And even if he was really discovered by the zombies, Lin Xinghai's combat power of sweeping the same level was enough to deal with it. Why did he suddenly encounter a crisis?
"A team was being chased by zombies, and then they fled into the shopping mall. The zombies that were chasing them were huge in number, and they were very noisy, attracting several groups of zombies around them. According to our
It is estimated that the number of zombies that will eventually besiege the mall will exceed 3,000." The intelligence officer answered concisely.
Zuo Wenyao didn't know what to say for a moment.
After hearing this, Lu Wei couldn't help but complain: "Although this guy is pretty good, his face is not that black! 3,000 zombies, this can be regarded as a micro-zombie wave."
After he complained, he asked, "By the way, how many people there are in their mall now combined?"
"There are 47 people in total now," the intelligence officer said.
"Then it's definitely dead. Send someone over in advance to prepare for rescue!"
Lu Wei said, looking at Zuo Wenyao, "If he is forced to ask for help and withdraws from the assessment, with his current points, he may not be able to enter the top 10. If such a talent cannot even get a place as a special student, then
It would be such a pity, what are you going to do?"
"Who said he is dead? With his terrifying speed, if he can't win, why can't he escape?" Zuo Wenyao quickly calmed down and said calmly.
After a pause, he added: "Moreover, even if he stays there and lives and dies with his companions, I will just accept him as my direct disciple later on."
