The waste is going to strike back

Ming Xiche lowered his hand and looked at the pistol that was like scrap metal, his eyes slightly dull.

Then he threw away the gun in his hand and pulled out two sabers from between his legs. It seemed that he was planning to engage in close combat with the zombies.

Jia Renzhong had no bullets left in his pistol. Seeing the zombies coming one after another, he decided to go all out. He threw his gun aside like Ming Xiche did, and then took out his spare knife. With a fearless attitude, he planned to fight the zombies to the death.

"Boss..." Actually, I have bullets. Wang Jia's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end. He silently put away the gun, and then pulled out the saber he found when he was searching for supplies from the side of his leg.

Zhang Ting pursed her lips, but her reaction was completely different from Wang Jia's.

"Boss, I still have bullets here, why don't you use them?" He was about to take out the bullet bag from his pocket and hand it to Ming Xiche. He looked at Ming Xiche and Jia Renzhong's fearless faces and felt a little sorry for them.

These bullets were saved for the future, but if we couldn't even leave the barracks, how could there be a future? It would be better to get through the current difficulties first.

"Since you have it, keep it for yourself. Your marksmanship is the best except for Yue Le. Just kill a few more zombies later." Ming Xiche had no time to care about Zhang Ting. He stared at the zombies and said perfunctorily.

Zhang Ting was moved, and then began to make final preparations for the fierce battle that was about to take place.

Yan Shaohui didn't have time to look at the brotherhood among the team members. Instead, he stepped on a few large boxes placed on the ground and used his lightness skills to easily jump to the highest box. Taking advantage of his high position and ability to see far, he began to observe the zombies.

Ming Xiche and his team have already begun a head-on confrontation with the zombies.

Looking at Ming Xiche's still agile body movements below, Yan Shaohui always felt that Ming Xiche's moves were somewhat familiar.

After careful identification, he found that this was actually the close combat technique that Mu Xin had used before. The biggest feature of this fighting technique is that it is fast, fierce and accurate. If it is equipped with sharp weapons such as knives, the advantages can be brought to the extreme.

It seems that Mu Xin had taught Ming Xi Che some moves when they were together before, but looking at Ming Xi Che's slightly unfamiliar look, it is clear that he is not a martial artist and does not use these moves often.

Now he was forced into a corner and had no bullets left, so he remembered what Mu Xin had taught him.

Yan Shaohui sneered. After all the calculations, it was Mu Xin who helped you in the end, Ming Xiche.

I wonder if you feel very sad? At the critical moment of life and death, the thing that your ex who never took seriously gave you becomes your only tool for survival.

Yan Shaohui looked at the zombies that were coming in one after another, and spotted a few zombies that were obviously different from the surrounding zombies.

Those zombies did not move inside like the other zombies, but hid at the edge and stood still. If Yan Shaohui had not stood high, he would not have been able to find these zombies at all.

Having killed so many zombies together with Mu Xin, Yan Shaohui had already unlocked the hidden skill of grading the zombies.

There was a gleam in the eyes of these zombies, which was completely different from the lifeless eyes of other zombies. Moreover, they knew how to hide. It was obvious that they were much more advanced than these low-level zombies and at least had some consciousness.

It looks like it must be a Class A zombie, Yan Shaohui said slowly in his mind.

Hundreds of zombies gathered at once, and among them there were actually a few low-level A-level zombies that could be controlled. This made the situation tricky.

Although his supernatural powers have broken through the S-level, it is still a headache to deal with so many zombies at once. The consumption alone is a problem.

This is not a game. You can't just drink a few bottles of blue medicine to replenish the CD. After the S-level ability is exhausted, it takes at least half a day to recover. The current conditions do not allow it.

Besides, he couldn't reveal the fact that he had superpowers in front of Ming Xiche and the others.

It is a taboo to reveal your trump card before you have absolute strength!

The only solution now is to first get rid of those A-level zombies that can command and control low-level zombies. After all, to catch a thief, you must catch the leader first.

Otherwise, it is very likely that these A-level zombies will continue to call the surrounding zombies. Humans are not as good as zombies and have limited physical strength. In this state, facing the endless attacks of zombies, they are simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot and have no possibility of fighting back at all.

Although Yan Shaohui didn't know how high his chances of winning in a head-on confrontation with these A-level zombies were, he couldn't give up. He had to hold on until Mu Xin came and helped him.

After thinking for a while, Yan Shaohui pushed his heels and ran directly towards the A-level zombies.

There were inevitably a few zombies that blocked the way, but Yan Shaohui chopped off their heads with a knife. After several attempts, he managed to clear out quite a few zombies.

When the A-level zombie saw Yan Shaohui, it roared loudly. Then dozens of zombies moved in front of the A-level zombie, forming an iron wall to try to block Yan Shaohui's attack.

At this time, they were already some distance away from Ming Xiche and the others, and with so many zombies blocking the way, Yan Shaohui concluded that they could not see him using his supernatural powers, so he waved his hand and threw out a few thunder balls, burning the zombies blocking the way into mummies.

A-level zombies have an almost instinctive fear of lightning powers. A hint of vigilance and fear flashed across Chaos' eyes, and then he shrank towards the wall, apparently not intending to engage in a head-on conflict with Yan Shaohui.

But Yan Shaohui didn't want to let them go.

He raised the Longyan ancient knife high and chopped it vertically. Several thunders fell from the sky and rushed down rapidly towards the direction of the A-level zombies. The purple lightning was scorching hot and scorched the skin of several nearby zombies. Those zombies immediately groaned in pain.

A-level zombies are faster than low-level zombies, so although their skin was burned by the lightning, they managed to avoid it. Only deep burn marks were left on their arms and thighs, and the rest of their bodies looked intact.

"Damn it." Yan Shaohui frowned, cursed inwardly, then swung his sword and continued to use his thunder ability.

This time the A-level zombies learned their lesson. They directly summoned a few low-level zombies to let them take the attacks, while they hid aside.

Yan Shaohui was enraged by their behavior and simply gave up using his lightning ability directly. Instead, he charged up lightning on the Longyan ancient sword, and with a few light leaps, he came near the .-level zombie and started chopping it with the sword.

This time, the zombies did not dodge, but attacked directly. Yan Shaohui dodged the zombies' attacks and slashed at them with his knife. Sometimes he was unable to dodge and was scratched by the zombies' claws, but fortunately his skin was not scratched, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

After several fights, Yan Shaohui discovered that these zombies could easily dodge his attacks, and then turn around and attack him with their hands or feet. Their moves were unstoppable and their speed was no slower than that of martial artists, as if they had received professional training in the military.

No matter how fast an A-level zombie is, it is impossible for it to dodge Yan Shaohui's swift attack without getting hit, unless... it has received extremely rigorous training before becoming a zombie, so that these methods of attack and avoidance are engraved in its bones, and it can use these moves habitually even after becoming a zombie.