In the end of the world, I can transform from a zombie back into a human being

Lin Fengbei's clone, Feng Yunqing, walked to a small river and squatted down.

A punch that shattered the ice.

He looked at his reflection in the river.

He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, strong facial features, long white hair shawl, and white stubble on his chin. He is handsome and resolute.

He took out a few handfuls of cold river water, put it on his face, and washed his face.

Then, he looked up at the Ice Capital, the largest city in the north.

I saw that the Ice City, which was more than a hundred kilometers long and wide, was completely shrouded in black fog, and the black fog became denser towards the center.

It was still possible to see from such a distance that there were a large number of flying zombies flying in and out of the black fog from time to time over the ice city.

This scene far exceeds the zombie disasters in other areas.

No wonder the northern theater has been unable to capture the Ice City and even wanted to use nuclear bombs.

The Ice City is the same as the Magic City. There is no need to save it. It has become a forbidden area for humans and a serious problem for the Dragon Kingdom.

The Northern War Zone is stationed here purely to prevent the zombies from the Ice City from going south to threaten the Divine City.

Feng Yunqing rested for a while and looked up at the clear blue sky and the sun in the middle of the sky.

"Well, it's still early. It seems that we can get to the military camp near Bingdu today. When we get there, we can find out about Bingdu."

He hurried forward at the speed of a first-order evolver.

After walking for a long time, I heard bursts of gunfire.

In the distance, in the direction of Bingdu, thousands of zombies were moving south, and their way was blocked by a trench.

There were only seven people in the trench, but the firepower was fierce, with two six-barreled machine guns firing continuously.

The grenades were thrown out one after another.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and if the fight continued like this, they might not be able to annihilate this group of zombies until nightfall.

Lin Feng's clone, Feng Yunqing, picked up a wooden stick, tore off a piece of white cloth from his shirt and tied it to the wooden stick, shaking the wooden stick and running towards the trench.

He was afraid that these soldiers would treat him like a zombie and collapse.

As he ran, he shouted, "Don't shoot, our own people."

In the trench, a platoon leader with a dusty face and a second lieutenant shoulder strap pointed at him carefully with an automatic rifle, but did not fire.

Feng Yunqing jumped into the trench.

The platoon leader went over and kicked him down, "What kind of guy is riding a horse with no hair on his head? Where did he come from?"

The platoon leader kicked Feng Yunqing several times and checked whether there were any wounds left by zombies on his body.

Feng Yunqing shook off the dust on his body, "Aren't all the people of the Dragon Kingdom one of our own? I'm from the nearby Anbei City. I was lucky enough to escape the zombie crisis and survive until now."

"Stop talking nonsense, do you think we have time to listen to your story?"

The platoon leader threw him an automatic rifle, "Can you shoot? Help quickly."

"Yes." Lin Feng picked up the automatic rifle and fired at the group of zombies a hundred meters away.

Burst, burst, burst, a magazine was quickly fired, and the gun shot to the head, and the bullets were all fired.

This wave of operations stunned several people in the trenches, and the marksmanship was so accurate.

Feng Yunqing threw the empty magazine to the platoon leader, "What are you doing standing still? Give me two more magazines."

The platoon leader took out the sergeant's epaulette from his pocket and put it on Feng Yunqing's shoulder. He took out a device and uploaded the video to Feng Yunqing.

"What's your name?"

Lin Feng's clone, Feng Yunqing, was stunned for a moment, "My name is Feng Yunqing."

"Okay, Sergeant Feng Yunqing, you are now an honorable soldier of the Dragon Kingdom, affiliated to the Northern War Zone, the National Guard Army, the Third Regiment, the Fourth Company, and the Second Platoon. During special times, you will be promoted to the rank of Sergeant. "

The platoon leader put away the equipment, smiled and patted his shoulder, "You are now my soldier, directly a sergeant. You are satisfied with this rank. I think it took me two years to become a sergeant." "

Feng Yunqing was speechless, "I didn't want to join the army."

The platoon leader immediately changed his face, took out a pistol and put it against Feng Yunqing's head, "What? If you want to be a deserter, I have the right to kill you directly."

Feng Yunqing raised his hands and said helplessly: "Then I'd better be a soldier."

A smile immediately appeared on the platoon leader's face and he put away his pistol, "That's pretty much it. Erdan gave Brother Feng the machine gun and let him try it out."

The soldier who was lying down and shooting rolled to the side and got out of the shooting position.

"I have someone to take care of me. I have been lying down for a day and my lower body is numb. I can't even feel my bird."

Feng Yunqing immediately lay down and activated the six-barreled Gatling gun.

As the gunfire puffed out, clouds of blood mist erupted from the tops of the zombies in front, falling in pieces like harvested wheat.

With the help of the combat assistance system, Lin Feng's clone Feng Yunqing used the heavy machine gun to achieve a [-]% headshot rate.

Several soldiers nearby were dumbfounded, stopped moving and began to rest.

The platoon leader hesitated for a moment, then took out a fourth-level sergeant's epaulette and replaced the sergeant's epaulette on Feng Yunqing's shoulder.

A soldier next to him said: "Platoon leader, you found the treasure, we can rest."

This wave of zombies was quickly wiped out by Feng Yunqing.

Before everyone could relax, Feng Yunqing suddenly felt a tightness on the top of his head.

He looked up sharply.

Directly above his head, he saw more than twenty flying zombies, circling and flying down from the clouds. Several of the third-level zombies made him feel danger.

"Watch the top of your head!" Feng Yunqing shouted, then took out the speed of a second-order evolver and ran at full speed along the trench to the side.

The platoon leader and others slowed down for a moment, and when they looked up, bone spurs fell like raindrops.

Bang bang bang, puff puff.

The platoon leader and others were all spared, and several bloody holes were shot out of their bodies by bone spurs.

Blood was bleeding from the corner of the platoon leader's mouth. Seeing that he was on the verge of death, he said, "What a crow's mouth, now I really have to rest my horse."

He took out a yellowed photo from his breast pocket and took one last look, his eyes full of reluctance.

With a splash, the platoon leader fell in a pool of blood.

Feng Yunqing lowered his head and flew in the trench with his waist bent, with dense bone spurs chasing him.

Seeing that he was about to reach the end of the trench, he pounced forward and used his mental power to briefly resist the flying bone spurs.

He hit the ground, raising dust to cover his body, and quickly turned into a flying zombie. He grabbed the body of a soldier next to him, roared twice, and flew up.

"Ow."

Feng Yunqing's principle is that if he can't beat you, he will become one of you.

The group of flying zombies behind them were a little dumbfounded, obviously they were chasing another human soldier.

Why did that human soldier roll to the ground and a similar person came out?

Fengyun Qingyang raised the body in his hand, which meant that I caught the escaping soldier.

The four third-level flying zombies on the opposite side are obviously not that easy to deceive, and they are about to fly over to investigate.

At this moment, dozens of rockets trailing long white smoke were fired at these flying zombies.

"Rockets!" Feng Yunqing turned into a flying zombie and plunged into the trench.

Boom boom boom, the ground is shaking.

Most of the group of flying zombies were wiped out by a round of rocket fire.

Immediately afterwards, six armed helicopters flew over and fired another round of cannon fire.

The remaining four third-level flying zombies were all maimed and were teetering precariously in the air.

Feng Yunqing returned to his human form, raised his head from the trench, held a six-barreled Gatling gun, and focused fire on the four flying zombies in the sky.

"Kill it!"

Four flying zombies were just stabbed by him and their heads were snatched away.