"Keep it up! The sky will be bright!"
"Open fire! Shoot! Just give me the trigger to the death!"
Under the giant wall, an orange-yellow trajectory woven a net and placed the zombie net outside the wall.
After the NAC soldiers joined the battlefield, this net has been stuck for several hours. In the past few hours, the raging corpse has stopped the forward pace, and Ping An Street has also escaped the threat of breaking the city.
However, now, this firepower net, which has been supporting for several hours, is finally overwhelmed, and then the corpses of the zombies that have been rushed by the servants have gradually revealed their decline.
The armored formation ammunition that has been cut from the side has been exhausted, and the energy in the fuel rod is running low. It is now withdrawing in the direction of the military base.
Four straight-for-the-air guns, which were used as gunboats, finally exhausted the ammunition in the cabin and began to return to the order number far above the Bohai Bay.
Aurora-20 provides fire support as always, but the limitations of the fighter are there. Although the 20mm cannon can kill everything, it can't be sustained. The interval between two subductions is often more than one minute, but the duration is only a moment. The interval between the two air strikes went up half an hour.
Even if the Aurora-20 speed is fast, it will take time to replenish.
Looking at the line of defense that was constantly being squeezed under the giant wall, the face of the NAC officer finally showed a dignity.
"Put the incendiary bombs, it’s too late to let go." Standing next to the officer, Song Chenyu, who has returned to the giant wall, reminded, "If the zombies of the fire rushed into the line of defense, the situation would only be worse. ""
"I know." The officer frowned, clenched his fist and asked Song Chenyu, "How much is your fuel inventory left?"
"About twice the amount." Song Chenyu smiled bitterly. "You brought so many incendiary bombs, didn't you think about something like gasoline?"
"There is no gasoline, we have a tactical nuclear bomb." The officer shook his head.
Song Chenyu sighed.
Tactical nuclear bombs, this thing is very effective against the personnel, but if it is used on the zombies, it will have the opposite effect. In addition to the zombies that were cleared by the first wave of explosions, the residual radiation will become a hotbed for the zombies to continue to mutate. It is impossible to kill these dead people by radiation. After all, X1 bacteria itself is a variant of radiation bacteria...
In the increasingly crisis of the defense line under the giant wall, the soldiers have inserted bayonets on the rifles, ready to fight with the zombies rushing up the body.
Finally, the officer made up his mind and pulled the intercom.
"Logistics even pay attention, ready to dump fuel!"
"The frontline troops supported me! Throw the incendiary bombs in a minute!"
A bucket of fuel was poured onto the sloping **** outside the wall, and a mixture of jelly-like fuel, alcohol, and oil penetrated down the gap of a corpse. The yellow oil turned the entire ramp into a viscous, amber-like landslide.
The zombies rushing to the edge of the wall fell on the landslide, and the zombies behind them stepped under their feet, sticking to them, and they were tied with a silky thread.
A pair of bloodthirsty pupils glared at them, such as the demons that climbed out of hell, and the thin arms scratched indiscriminately, as if to tear the living on the wall.
"Incendiary bomb! Launch!"
"emission!"
At the mortar position, an electromagnetic bomb fired a mortar and sent a piece of incendiary bomb into the sky.
Along with a scream of screams, countless shells fell from the air, exploding a series of orange-red sparks in the bones of the corpse. The flames were covered with a whole piece of land that was infiltrated by fuel for a moment, and the fire would turn white under the wall.
In the face of the raging fire, the zombies finally stopped.
Feeling the heat waves and stench on the face, the soldiers sighed with relief, unbuttoned the helmet, put the hot rifle on the side, rested on the fence, took water from the hands of the logistics or Nutritional mixture.
Finally, I can take a break.
Standing on the giant wall, the mood of the NAC officer is different from those who can temporarily catch their breath.
The remaining fuel is only enough once.
However, there are still more than four hours left in the sky.
Looking at the third line of defense that didn't know how long it would take, and the burning fire, his brow was twisted into a twine.
Unlike Wanghai City, there are several different kinds of tides that have occurred in Wanghai City. However, as literally, most of the surrounding areas are heterogeneous, and the density of zombies is not high.
Although the degree of sinister misery is even worse, it is not as laborious as it is to deal with it. And whether it is the sixth block or the wall of the fish bone base, it is far from being comparable to this kind of temporary defense.
After all, it is a temporary wall, and the corpses that are thrown over are often very easy to pile up a small **** on the edge of the wall. The defenders on the wall can only repeatedly dump gasoline and set fire to the body. However, these thin and thin It’s hard to say how hard the zombies are. The NAC’s expeditionary army is not selling oil, and the rest of the fuel will not last long.
The most terrible thing is that the ashes are so stacked in the corner that no one cleans up. Under the repeated trampling of the zombies, they have been stepped on. It will not be long before, I am afraid that it is dumping gasoline, it is not good!
......
The square of Ping An Street, which was temporarily requisitioned by the Expeditionary Force of NAC, served as the station of the headquarters.
In the staff room in the center of the command, the holographic screen shimmers with a faint blue light. The officer who is commanding the battle on the giant wall is now standing in the middle of the holographic screen, and quickly reports to the NAC chief of staff, Han Junhua, about the front line.
"...The second line of defense is almost unable to hold back. The body of the zombies is getting more and more, and the amount of fuel left is cleared. I suggest withdrawing to the third line of defense and then marking behind the third line of defense. Set the fourth line of defense for construction..."
“The third line of defense has not yet been completed,” Han Junhua said faintly. “I need you to stick to it for another hour.”
"An hour." In the holographic screen, the officer who commanded the battle on the giant wall, his face was slightly white.
Looking at the non-speaking officer, Han Junhua only asked a faint sentence.
"Can't you do it?"
The cold sweat fell from the front of the forehead, and the officer hurriedly stood upright, shouting his right fist and yelling, "Swear to defend the defense!"
For the ruthless staff of the cold face, he is awe in his heart, or fear. Instead of being an enemy of her, he would rather face the sea of bones under the giant wall.
"Yeah." Han Junhua nodded. "Then go."
"Yes!"
The holographic image shimmered slightly. After the image of the officer disappeared, it was replaced by Zhang Zhuo, who was on the 27th subway line and directed the troops to cross the CCCP.
The screen is dark, and from time to time you can still see the streamer rubbing the bunker. From this point, it can be seen that his situation at the moment is not optimistic.
Zhang Zhuo’s speed is fast, and he reports to Han Junhua.
"Those CCCP soldiers are like a zombie, and they can't kill it! Hell! I doubt them-"
"It's a clone," Han Junhua said.
"...I think so." Zhang Zhuoyan swallowed. "Is there any good idea?"
Han Junhua fell silent.
The finger tapped on the table, and after a long time, she began.
"There is one way."