Traveling through the doomsday, I become the largest supplier

The people around were nervous, and the appearance of zombies made the atmosphere even more depressing. The sniper rifle in Zhao Hongyuan's hand continued to fire, and his target was not only ordinary zombies, but even those level 2 zombies became his prey. Zhou Feng was a little reluctant in his heart, because Zhao Hongyuan was responsible for all their bullets, but he also understood that safety was the most important thing, as long as the goods could be safely delivered to the Grand Canyon settlement, the waste of bullet money was negligible.

At this tense moment, the palms of the recruits were sweaty, while the experienced veterans looked relaxed. Some of them even took out water bottles from their waists and took a leisurely sip in their spare time.

When the zombies entered the distance of fifty meters, the leaders of the mercenaries shouted: "Everyone prepare ......". The hideous face of the zombie was right in front of him, and the rotting features, tattered belly, and mutilated limbs were clearly visible. Their clothes had rotted and fallen off after a few years, and only the scattered zombies still had some cloth hanging from them, and they could vaguely identify these zombies as villagers who had been relocated from this area.

In the sound of neat gun swings, the shouts of the leaders were heard again: "Lock on the target of the first shot." "Everyone's eyes were squinting, and they were looking for their first shot. If it weren't for the sudden attack of zombies, it would still be easy to deal with this kind of zombie that knew in advance. There are even some people who are taking advantage of the mobility of the car to constantly distance the zombies, and they can polish hundreds of zombies with a few people.

"Uh...... The muffled sound of "...... sounded, perhaps because of the human beings in front of them, and the zombies' movements became crazy. Qiu Guorui stood up, roared, and at the moment when the zombie entered the thirty meters, he slashed his raised hand and roared, "Fire ......."

The dense guns rang out suddenly, like a torrential rain pouring on the tiles and knocking on people's hearts. The zombies at the front of the rush exploded in unison, their heads like formed flowers. The charging corpses rushed headlong into the ground like cavalry blocked by horses, and then were overwhelmed by the zombies behind them.

Experienced veterans always shoot accurately one shot at a time, trying to hit the zombie's head. And the rookies, who have only participated in the fighters a few times, are nervous and desperately pull the trigger in front of the zombie horde, so that the micro-punch automatic rifle and light machine gun in their hands are pouring bullets.

From time to time, the charging zombies will be hit in the head and fall headlong. More of them splashed a black bullet on their chests, and then after a pause, they were knocked down by the zombies rushing behind them, fell to the ground, and were crushed by the zombies coming up from behind, causing chaos everywhere.

The distance of thirty meters, coupled with the fact that the zombies don't know what to fear is, and they are not afraid of death, it is not enough to describe their current charge. Like dumplings, they fell down in rows and were topped by those behind, and after just a few shots, they had already rushed in front of the convoy.

The first zombie's jet-black claws finally touched the side of the car, and even scratched off a piece of the car's paint, but that was all. Condescending humans only need to pull the trigger by pointing the gun down, almost touching their heads. With a "thud", the bullet pierced its head, and all the movements of the sleep freeze frame and fell softly.

With the first, there will be the second, and the third. More and more zombies rushed to the edge of the defensive ring surrounded by the car, constantly hitting the side of the car.

In this world shrouded in the haze of apocalypse, human beings have to build defensive lines in order to survive. Among them, the car defense ring became an impenetrable barrier, which was almost entirely made up of sturdy trucks, each of which was specially reinforced, and their shells were made impregnable by adding heavy steel plates at the fragile joints, making the entire line of defense impregnable. Even those powerful ordinary zombies, or mutated zombies below level three or four, can't tear this layer of iron in a short period of time. The heavy mass of the truck itself, coupled with the clever arrangement, successfully blocked the surging zombie tide for a while.

These zombies, they have no intelligence, only instinct drives them to keep pushing forward, hitting the defense line formed by trucks in waves, like waves constantly crashing against the reef on the shore.

At this moment of crisis, only a hundred mercenary soldiers were on the defensive. Although there were not many of them, everyone seemed extremely excited in such a relatively safe situation. The weapons in their hands breathed incessantly, and tongues of fire from the muzzles of their guns painted the pattern of death in the darkness. Faced with the zombies at hand, the soldiers effortlessly fired shot after shot, smashing their heads to pieces. This scene does not look like a life-and-death struggle, but more like a shooting drill, a one-sided slaughter. Even those new recruits who had just joined were in this tense and exciting atmosphere, their faces flushed and sweating to eliminate the enemies in front of them.

As time passed, hundreds of zombie corpses fell on this battlefield, as if it was a huge gap in the zombie frenzy.

But will things really go so smoothly? If this were the case, it would be impossible for zombies to occupy a place in the human world, let alone conquer those seemingly weak settlements. When obstacles are encountered, those high-level zombies are the ones who truly show their terrifying powers.

In the chaos of gunfire, a cunning level 4 zombie cleverly hid among the other ordinary zombies, and suddenly, it leaped up from the corpses like a fierce beast, using the bodies of the other zombies as a springboard, like a giant bird pounced on one of the trucks carrying a dozen soldiers. Despite the swift reaction of the soldiers, their weapons aimed at it and firing fiercely, the bullets raining down on its body, the level 4 zombie stubbornly jumped into the truck, and with a dull thud, it landed heavily on the iron plate of the truck.

It barely paused, immediately showing remarkable agility and aggression, and with a triangular leap bounced off the iron plate and pounced on the nearest soldier with a terrified look in his eyes.