The defense of the mourning community

As soon as the soldiers on the terrace said that they were about to run out of ammunition, the members of the station's third team, who were still in a trance on the off-road vehicle, suddenly regained their spirits, and rushed to the terrace with their guns and bags on the car, shouting: "We still have bullets!"

They climbed onto the terrace and started fighting. The decibels of the gunshots were louder, but it was a drop in the bucket, and the speed of the zombies did not stop.

The owners of Manhattan were dumbfounded. From the beginning of the end of the world to the present, the total number of zombies they have seen is not as many as the ones at the door.

The zombies hit the Porsche and the blue truck stuck there like a wave, and a gap had been opened between the two cars.

Even a strong man like Yan Shuai couldn't help shivering when he saw this scene and asked, "How many zombies are there?"

Dalong glanced at them and said honestly, "I can't count them."

"What should we do? What should we do?" Wang Chunfa watched the zombies squeeze through the gap one after another, rushed towards the gate of Manhattan, and shouted: "We must not let them rush into Manhattan!" !"

"Nonsense, of course we know this." Qin Dali told him to shut up, but his heart was also cold, thinking that he might have no tomorrow.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Chong who had just climbed onto the terrace and asked, "Brother, what else is at the bottom of the box is about to be taken out now."

Jiang Chong didn't have time to comfort and explain to the owners, so he shouted directly: "All owners get off the balcony and take cover! All owners get off the balcony and take cover!"

They will definitely not only carry guns when they perform the task. Jiang Chong took out a grenade from his vest pocket, waited for everyone to go down, and then pulled off the safety bolt and counted silently for a few seconds. Direction thrown out.

The specially modified grenade fell into the crowd of zombies, and after a few seconds, the roaring flames and explosions came, and the zombies' stumps and broken arms were blown up into the sky, bloody and bloody.

Even the blue truck was blown away by zombies and shaken by the impact of the explosion, not to mention the Porsche that was gifted by Yi Chengli.

Jiang Chong flew out the second grenade, and the sound of the explosion at such a close distance was deafening. Ling Qing directly covered Yi Chengli's ears, and kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay."

Yi Chengli, who finally recovered from the extreme running just now, blinked his eyes and realized that he was almost slumped on the ground being hugged by Ling Qing. He looked up to see Ling Qing's face, but in his eyes he only saw himself .

Some wet and sweaty hands covered her ears, bringing a moment of silence. Ling Qing stopped the repeated words, and saw the man in front of him smile at him, and heard him say: "I'm recovering, I'm fine." gone."

Yi Chengli turned around and hugged Ling Qing's waist, and picked him up from the ground. He didn't let go of his hand after he stood still, but asked in a low voice, "Did I hit you when I rushed in just now?" ?”

"No." Ling Qing looked at him and shook his head.

Even though the background was artillery fire and explosions, both of them knew that it was inappropriate to look at each other at this time, but they still didn't want to interrupt, they just wanted to seriously confirm the existence of the person in front of them.

Until a violent explosion sounded, and Qin Dali's sad news came from the terrace——

"Brother Yi, your car exploded!"

Yi Chengli: ...

Ling Qing: ...

Yi Chengli really wanted to say that it would blow up, but Ling Qing had already gently pushed himself, and he immediately let go of his hand and said to Ling Qing: "Wait a while, we will talk about our business later."

Seeing him turn around and run to the terrace, Ling Qing's voice chased Yi Chengli's back and shouted to be safe, and ignoring how intimate he was when he hugged him just now, she tidied up her clothes and ran away To the owners who are making Molotov cocktails.

There are not enough bullets to make up the bottle.

The beer bottles that the Manhattan owners drank these days are all kept, and now is the time to come in handy, not only the bottles, but also the bricks left over from the previous fence.

For a moment, the bricks and bottles flew together, and the zombies exploded together.Even the children at home were not idle, and carried out some illegal activities of falling objects from heights.

Thick dictionaries were dropped from a height and hit the zombies' heads, and they were still roaring: "Knowledge is power!"

There are not only books but also the cutting board at home. All heavy things can be thrown out to smash zombies. The aunts on the terrace are also throwing kitchen knives tied with ropes towards the door during the grenade attacks of the soldiers. indivual.

Both Qian Meili's tram and Yan Dong's forklift started to block the entrance of Manhattan's east gate, preventing the zombies from breaking through the door.

Sitting in the courtyard, Wei Chuan made an emergency contact with the headquarters with an earphone to report the situation. The team leader of the third team who got off the off-road vehicle reported next to him: "Experimental product 455 is effective, experimental product 455 is effective! It can obviously slow down the speed of zombies, but the time is limited , the lasting effect is about seven to eight seconds! Drug resistance is currently unknown!"

"Received, received! Manpower is being mobilized to support, please wait, please wait."

The airport headquarters was already overwhelmed by the news from Wei Chuan, and the surveillance plane in the sky also sent real-time footage, allowing them to see the zombies blocking the entrance of Manhattan.

The commander-in-chief immediately called the marching troops, tracked and located them, and inquired about their arrival time.

The liaison officers began to contact the leading troops in their respective responsibilities, reported the situation and location of the Manhattan community, and mobilized them to support.The broadcast in the base has already started to announce the emergency, and some pilots on standby have changed their outfits and rushed to the apron to prepare for take-off support.

"The number of zombies is unknown, the number of zombies is unknown." Wei Chuan repeated the current situation, "The zombies at the old station are all attacking the Manhattan blockade. We are resisting. We are resisting."

"You must defend here. If the zombies break through your blockade and rush into the urban area, the consequences will be disastrous!"

Even if the commander doesn't say so, Wei Chuan also knows that if so many zombies rush into the urban area, it will greatly increase the difficulty of cleaning and rescue work, and pose a huge threat to the lives of the surviving citizens and soldiers in the urban area.

They must be stopped here.

Wei Chuan is aware of the importance of the Manhattan blockade, but he also cares about the safety of the owners here. He said into the microphone: "Yes, yes, we are attracting firepower, we are attracting firepower. The masses have already participated in the battle, Please support quickly, please support quickly, move the people to a safe location! Move the people to a safe location!"

The owners next to them all heard the content of Wei Warrior's communication, and immediately spread the news throughout the community, telling everyone to stand up for themselves and the people who are still alive in the city, and to hold on for a while longer.

Soldiers Wei shouted hoarsely, Ling Qing told Qian Meili to get a bottle of water quickly, and ran towards the terrace with two bags of Molotov cocktails he had just made, and handed the bottles to the soldiers who were fighting on it.

At dusk, some soldiers fired the bullets in their hands and did not reload them. Instead, they replaced the long-pole kitchen knives made by the owners, and followed Yi Chengli to stab the approaching zombies down.

Both of them were red-eyed. Now that they took the Molotov cocktail from Ling Qing, they burst out with all their strength, and after lighting the bottle, they threw it towards the group of zombies.

The flames drew arcs in the air, and with the last two blue smoke bombs, the group of zombies caught fire and smoked. Finally, their forward speed slowed down, allowing everyone to breathe a little.

Sister Hu even threw the stool out, wiped the sweat on her head, she didn't know whether she was scared or tired, and said, "Or throw out the liquefied gas tank."

Everyone was a little moved, but Ling Qing still didn't let go and said: "Wait a minute, don't use gas tanks unless it is absolutely necessary. Soldiers Wei are already contacting for support, and our gates and walls have been reinforced, so they will definitely hold up."

Yan Shuai's mother turned around and said, "I'll get the pressure cooker!"

This time, no one stopped them, and everyone encouraged each other, taking this opportunity to drink water and eat something to replenish their strength.

And Yi Chengli stood on the terrace and looked at the sun that was already westward, and the sky that had been dyed orange, knowing that night was coming soon.

When there is no sun at night, the energy of these zombies is exhausted and there is no light to recharge, maybe they can calm down.

He turned his head and yelled at everyone: "Everyone, keep going! Keep going until it's dark and there's no sunlight, and they'll be fine once their strength is exhausted!"

Everyone agreed, and Wei Chuan, who drank his saliva, immediately sent a message to the headquarters: "It will be dark soon, please support the troops to prepare for night vision."

The effect of the blue smoke bombs passed quickly, and when the sun had completely sunk to the west and the sky had turned blue with only a ray of orange light left, the zombies started their new attack.

Seeing the blue truck and the exploded Porsche being knocked away, the zombies rushed to the door, even charging towards the red truck on the right.

If they drive the red truck and Liang Xirui's car again, they can rush into the city along this main road, and the owners of Manhattan will never allow this to happen.

Standing on the terrace, Yan Shuai was beating the gong and yelling loudly: "Neighbors, fight with them, don't let them pass!"

Brother Suona, who could no longer play the suona, sat next to his drum set, grabbed the drumsticks and beat it up. The owners who didn't have drums and gongs shouted loudly to attract the zombies to find a solution.

Mangzi and Brother Bow and Arrow have finished shooting their bows and arrows, and are now stabbing down with long discarded steel bars.The zombies look terrifying, and they don't know where to look with their eyes, and they can knock down one by one.

The orange light in the sky disappeared completely, and the sky was getting darker and darker. Everyone could hardly see the world without lights, but the zombies were still rushing forward regardless.

Just when Yi Chengli tried his best to cheer up and wanted to speak up to cheer everyone up and say a few more words, the zombies coming from behind suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, and the zombies in front didn't react, and many of them were caught by the crowd for a while. stepped on the foot.

"What's the matter? Why did they suddenly start charging again?" The soldiers on the terrace almost collapsed, and turned their heads to the owners on the terrace and in the community who were preparing weapons and yelled at them to go upstairs.

"Go home! Go home and close the door!"

They roared, but none of them left.

Ling Qing's [-]-lumen flashlight was in place and turned on the light to illuminate the world. Yi Chengli looked in the direction of the zombies and shouted: "No! The situation is wrong! A motorcycle is coming!"

Everyone who could see for a while stretched their necks to look, only to see several colorful motorcycles glowing with flashlights, as if they were driving under a spotlight, and a group of huge gray mice were running in front of them, rushing straight at them. The zombies in front chased after them.

The zombies sped up as if they were being chased by a mouse, but they couldn't run with four legs, and the zombies that fell behind were thrown down and bitten by the mice.

The motorcyclists made strange whistles, urging the mouse to move forward quickly and not stop.

And behind them there were several army green jeeps, playing familiar music broadcasts, and there was a burst of noise overhead. Yi Chengli looked up and saw four or five helicopters shining red in the dark night. Come slowly.

"Support is here." Ling Qing repeated it twice in a daze. After fully reacting, she immediately turned her head and shouted behind her: "Neighbors! Support is here!"

The author says:

Mouse: Squeak! ! !

Motorcycles: Legal Drag Racing! !

Pressure cooker: not yet fried!Don't think about me! !