On the three-meter-high movable metal wall, soldiers stood in a row, numbly drinking strong alcohol.
Different from the warm climate in the south of Linjiang station area, the capital theater in the north entered a long winter early.
The snow was slushy, and the dark red minced meat was mixed in the snow, just like the minced meat falling out of the buns.
The soldier with red fingers stared blankly at the zombies struggling to crawl in the mud and snow, indifferent.
There were so many corpses that they covered the entire land.
The engineering team originally responsible for shoveling away the corpses had stopped their meaningless actions, and the zombies came one after another, endlessly.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out on the quiet battlefield.
The whistling bullet easily penetrated the zombie with only one right hand left, and the blood that penetrated the brain sprayed into the scattered clean snow, staining it red.
"Cheer up!"
"The next wave of zombies is at most half an hour away!"
The sergeant major wearing a woolen military cap breathed white air from his mouth. He trotted along the defense line and yelled at the soldiers with dull eyes.
As the rotating troops of the sixth line of defense, they have been fighting for seven consecutive hours.
The legion that was supposed to be rotated an hour ago was urgently transferred to the other side.
It is said that a second-order mutant appeared there again.
Seeing his soldiers exhausted, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
The seventh line of defense was officially breached the day before yesterday. This was also the first time that the defense line was breached in the capital theater.
"Sir..."
Next to the sergeant, a soldier with a heavy machine gun had dull eyes and spoke to himself:
"Are there really no monsters commanding this group of zombies..."
"I always feel like they're teasing us."
Under the simple alloy board, the pile of corpses was almost as high as the three-meter-high board. Zombies with severed arms and legs, and battered bodies were piled together like twisted dolls.
"They can clearly break through our defenses easily..."
"I heard from people who escaped from the seventh line of defense that they had seen a group of flying zombies. Even the Air Force said that we have been surrounded by at least two billion zombies..."
The other soldiers on the side trembled and subconsciously turned to look at their commander.
The sergeant major wearing a woolen military cap rubbed his face fiercely and glanced at the soldiers under his command:
"Nonsense!"
"Zombies are not commanded by monsters!"
"How can these brainless zombies be conscious!"
"You damn thing, don't think so much! Our mission is to defend this place!"
"If there hadn't been a traitor on the seventh line of defense! How could these monsters break through our line of defense!"
"There are artillery and air fire support! There are so many powerful awakened ones!"
The soldiers lowered their heads, and the commander's words did not improve any morale.
A young soldier with a slightly immature appearance held the rifle in his hand and asked hesitantly:
"Sir, what about our fire support?"
"If the mutant attack just now had fire support, the awakened ones in our company wouldn't have to die..."
Not far away, next to the corpse of a huge mutant, the corpses of four awakened people whose bodies had been blown to pieces were scattered on the ground.
The Master Chief was silent, unable to answer this question.
He did not dare to tell his soldiers that the ammunition reserves in the capital theater were running low.
The air force has stopped flying since four days ago.
As the Capital Military District, the escort fighters here are all sixth-generation supersonic fighters.
But after the apocalypse, precision instruments frequently malfunctioned. Not counting fighter planes destroyed by strange monsters in the sky, more than forty fighter aircraft crashed due to instrument failure alone.
The orders from the top are very clear, and theoretically all 7 to 4 lines of defense can be abandoned.
All reserves of heavy weapons and ammunition must be reserved for the last three lines of defense.
As the political center of the country, the entire capital war zone has very little land, so there is not even a single arms factory.
Of course, people in the military never thought that one day they would face enemies like zombies.
As for whether there are mutants commanding the zombie tide...
The Master Chief smiled bitterly.
The upper levels have already researched it, and there are probably no less than a hundred mutants commanding the zombie tide.
Starting from the second-order mutants, these monsters already have simple intelligence.
As for the third level...
This level of information is not something he can know.
If the monsters weren't afraid of something, these lines of defense would have been breached long ago.
They trade human lives for time, and the mutants who "command" zombies also trade zombies for time.
Before he could calm down.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Sharp and frightened shouts suddenly sounded.
On the watchtower, the awakened person responsible for keeping track shouted a warning at the top of his lungs, and pointed into the distance with trembling fingers.
"boom!!"
The ground shook and tall buildings collapsed.
Splashing cement slabs flew like fireworks.
In the smoke.
The dilapidated building with the signboard of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China was violently knocked down by a giant meat ball about 20 meters high.
The ruins and broken buildings along the way were easily crushed like eggs.
The Master Chief's eyes were splitting, and the horror in his heart was indescribable.
Second-order mutant!?
Or the third level!?
The meatballs are like rolling wheels, moving extremely fast.
The dark red flesh looks like a tumor dropped from a cancer patient.
"Fire! Everyone concentrate their firepower!"
At the command, dense fire dragons spit out, and the heavy machine guns came forward and roared at the same time.
"call out!"
The soldiers scattered on the simple metal wall hurriedly shouldered the rocket launchers.
The monster is so huge that it can be launched directly without aiming.
The RPG rockets with swaying flame tails made a shrill sound of breaking through the air and exploded on the giant meat ball.
Continuous blood mist erupted, and pieces of meat the size of an entire wall fell.
Violent explosions resounded across the battlefield, and falling snowflakes flew in all directions under the violent air currents.
However, the monster's rolling pace did not stop for even a moment.
Compared to the huge size of the meat ball monster, although the flesh and blood blown off by the rockets are large, they are just like the skin of a human being has been broken.
Despair and fear spread.
"It's over..."
"Are we going to die..."
The Master Chief felt sad and could not accept this fact.
The Chinese soldiers never retreated, and behind them were a large number of survivors who were still moving.
There are family members and friends.
I thought the sixth line of defense could hold out for at least a month, but didn't expect it to be breached in just a few days?
Once the defense line they are responsible for guarding is breached, other areas will inevitably be affected.
"Awakened ones! All awakened ones come out!"
The Master Chief laughed miserably, threw away the rifle in his hand, jumped up, and jumped out of the alloy outer wall.
Spiritual energy burst out all over his body, and his hands turned into pitch black blades.
The order was given, and the fourteen awakened ones looked at each other, smiled bitterly, and jumped out together.
As a team of 3,000 people guarding this line of defense, they were only assigned thirty awakened ones.
In two days, fifteen people had been killed, and only they and the sergeant chief were left.
Since conventional firepower cannot stop the mutants, it can only be filled with the lives of the awakened ones.
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