The 'zombie' Bill stood among a pile of human variants, holding a telescope and looking at the Baltimore Operation Team more than a thousand meters away. It was located on the roof of a building, standing behind a pile of wildly growing dead grass.

In fact, Baltimore is located on the plains, and there are not many tall buildings in the suburbs. The 'zombie' Bill actually can't see anything. At most, some people running around in the telescope are avoiding some solid buildings. It said hoarsely, "This team's reaction is very fast, just like last time."

"It is normal to have drone monitoring, and it is normal to react quickly." Behind Bill, there were several other terrifyingly 'zombies'.

In the solemn cold wind, these "zombies" gather together add a bit of coldness. Their temperament and appearance are relatively neat, and they all look like leaders. One of them points out his thin fingers to the sky, and there is a very conspicuous drone flying in the air hundreds of meters away.

"No, I think this team is a bit familiar. The group of people I encountered with Frank a few days ago should be in the same group. I remember they had a large caliber heavy artillery in a car, causing heavy losses to my subordinates." There was no expression on the face of the 'zombie' Bill, but his tone revealed a lot of information.

"That mutant Frank? You couldn't defeat this team together?" The 'zombie' leader looked solemn. There were 'zombies' who were good at planning and 'mutants' who were good at charging into battle. Unless there were strong fortifications and strict defense, or strong firepower, no human armed force could fight against it.

But the 'zombie' Bill said with certainty: "Yes, Frank also lost two men and was seriously injured. He has not recovered yet."

"Is that?" Another 'zombie' leader laughed, "No wonder this team dared to move towards the city. When they saw the radiation rats we controlled, they did not escape immediately, but instead held on the spot. It seemed that we had encountered a strong team."

The laughter seemed to be contagious, and several other "zombie" leaders also laughed. The Brotherhood of Steel has been trying to regain the city and obtain more supplies and equipment from the ruins. But a group of human armed forces failed to get a bargain in the battle with mutant creatures.

It was just amid the optimistic sneer of several "zombie" leaders, Bill, who had originally spoken to remind him, was silent and moved at all. It even retreated a little, and did not squeeze into the middle of other "zombie" commanders, obviously entering the bystander mode.

In fact, not long after Zhou Qingfeng's convoy left the shelter, he was discovered by mutated creatures in Baltimore. The single "zombies" did not attack the convoy, but only warned other "zombies" groups - a convoy of more than 300 humans was approaching the city.

For mutated creatures with only destructive abilities, humans are food. The "zombies" move slowly and spend three days gathering people to eat a team of 300 people. This is also the reason why they always engage in ambushing and sneak attacks, and they really can't keep up with the footsteps of their prey.

However, when they found that the human convoy did not escape but stayed, the gathering of "zombies" became even more excited. However, with the reminder of "zombies" Bill, when he learned that the opponent might have heavy artillery, other "zombies" did not launch arbitrary attacks.

"We will surround this convoy first and make sure not to let them escape."

"You can launch a tentative attack first. Now it's not easy to recruit radiation rats, so let the attack formation be evacuated."

"Send some snipers to follow and shoot the opponent's commanders and heavy weapon shooters when necessary."

The cold-hearted "zombies" have always been calm. In order to obtain the maximum profit, they carefully formulated attack plans for Zhou Qingfeng's convoy. They attacked in multiple directions and batches, and even transferred their own direct descendants to attack the black gun.

The preset position of Zhou Qingfeng's side has not been built yet, and more than 2,000 radiation rats really made them a little busy. More than 300 workers were urgently summoned back to enter the closed building to hide, while only more than 50 elite armed soldiers immediately took their place and prepared to fight.

"The previous time I was hitting cockroaches, now I was hitting mice, what was the next time?" The butcher who was guarding the battle stance complained a few times. And beside him was Minsk, a two-meter-high man holding a telescope in one hand and a remote control in the other.

When he saw more than a dozen large radiant rats entering the attack position, Minsk gently pressed the remote control button in his hand, and a landmine suddenly jumped from a ruin about 300 meters away.

The remote control jumped thunder and suddenly exploded at a height of about 1.5 meters. Hundreds of steel balls exploded from the air and sprayed downward in a cone-shaped shape, covering an area of ​​more than ten square meters.

The mine was not charged with high amounts and the sound of explosion was not very loud, but a few radiant rats that had passed through its attack range could not withstand the dense rain of steel beads. Their shiny fur was instantly knocked out of blood, some died on the spot, and some squeaked and twitched constantly.

The same explosion occurs in multiple directions of the preset position, and the building ruins and vehicle wreckage in the position will automatically divert and gather the rats that rushed in. For the radiating rats with intellectual weakness, "going along the way" becomes their subconscious behavior, which often brings a catastrophe to them.

"Last time I didn't have enough time to arrange the cockroaches rush into the stronghold. This time I don't believe a group of rats can rush into the position I set up." The dull Minsk shouted and cursed a few times, and he and the combat engineers he trained continued to trigger mines and blew the rushing radiant rats into blood and blood.

The charge of a mine is only 100 grams, and the killing radius is only three to five meters. It is a mine jumping, and the explosion smoke created is quite limited, and it doesn't even sound much. However, these mines that keep jumping keep blocking the radiating rats that rushed in like a tide, and less than one-tenth of them really broke into the position.

The more radiant rats died, the more they were, the tattered fur and broken corpses covered the road between the ruins of the building. The rat corpses piled up even produced a low wall blocking the edge of the position, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Seeing this scene in the telescope, the "zombie" Bill sighed heavily in his heart. Since he suffered a heavy blow last time, he thought that humans might have adapted to the fighting style of these mutated creatures, and their weapons and methods of killing will eventually win one-sided victory in the battle.

It took only more than ten minutes from controlling the rat group to launching an attack to attacking it was frustrated, but it was just unwilling to accept the scene in front of you. Someone screamed loudly: "Let the remaining rat group hide behind the corpse wall and dig in, and our number still has an absolute advantage."

But as soon as he finished speaking, a warm-pressure rocket flew from hundreds of meters away, hitting the pile of rat corpses, and the violent explosion of burning air created dazzling fireballs.
Chapter completed!