Chapter 63 You Are Late

Chu Han has always been expressionless and has no unnecessary fear. He kept swinging the iron axe to deal with the zombies coming in front of him round by round. The axe blade flashed light, and every blow was violent and direct. They smashed towards the heads of the zombies, and with the popping sound, the heads of those zombies were like smashed watermelons, cracking open and spewing out pus and black blood.

There are a lot of zombies, this is a small corpse tide, but what is worth excited is that this corpse tide has nothing to do with the supermarket, it is another wave of zombies, and the number is relatively much smaller, only 500 many.

There are five of them, four automatic rifles and almost no spent bullets. Chu Han feels no problem against these five hundred zombies. He used the card position to block the zombies across the bridge, and then used the narrow gap to deal with them. The attack range of zombies that are crowded together is a very good knowledge. It is especially important to face zombies, because they have no brains at all. They know how to squeeze except squeeze.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the high-speed attacks of the five people gradually reduced the number of zombies in front of them, until at the end there were only a few bits and pieces of the corpse tide of more than five hundred.

Chu Han's pressure finally eased. After all, except for him, the other four people don't have such strong physical strength, so he can only do the task of guarding the seam. Of course, he is also very happy. more points.

However, Chu Han aimed at the zombie corpse in front of the four people on the carriage. His eyelids jumped. Of the four, Bai Yuner was the one who killed the most. Han has no loyalty.

Depend on! A lot of points are gone!

buzzing-

Suddenly, a chaotic and eager roar of cars sounded in the back, and more than a dozen cars came at high speed, almost on a rampage. In one of the vans in the lead, Cheng Xianguo checked his guns and ammunition, and then grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice was majestic and could not be profaned. .

"Everyone obeys!"

"Arriving at the destination, check the weapons immediately to make sure the bullets are counted and all guns are loaded."

"Get out of the car in a minute and prepare to fight!"

Ka Ka Ka!

There was a sound of guns being loaded in different layers in more than a dozen cars. All the people who had guns were all ready to go. Those who didn't have guns swallowed their last bite of food, and went out to fight for their lives. arms.

Dry! I haven't been so excited for a long time, go out and kill these walking dead!

In the car full of Mingqiu University students, Duan Ming and Ji Qingliu were still gobbling down their food, so they wouldn't go out and try their best, just hide behind the crowd and pretend.

Ding Xue held the fire ax tightly and turned a blind eye to the classmates who kept asking her 'what to do' next to her. How did she know what to do? It's true that she is the squad leader, but she is a girl who is only 20 years old after all. She is also afraid of zombies, the end of the world, and she is also afraid that she will not have enough to eat, and she is also afraid that she will die.

The taxi driver Yuezi was still driving the car in the lead. He stepped on the accelerator hard, and calmly stabilized the steering wheel. His voice was urgent: "Damn! That bus driver who can't drive, don't die!"

Although they couldn't stand each other and almost got into a fight, the other party's move to block the zombies to make way for them made Yuezi, the old man, almost cry.

Ye Chen, who was in the passenger seat next to him, silently installed the magazine, his long and narrow eyes behind the glasses shone with a cold light.

At the same time, Yuezi next to her was also suddenly unable to grasp her hands firmly, and the body shook without warning, almost throwing Cheng Xianguo out of the rear compartment.

Then, squeak—

The large truck suddenly braked to a stop, causing a dozen cars behind it to almost miss a series of rear-end collisions.

Bang bang bang!

There was a sound of the door slamming, messy footsteps rushing, accompanied by undisciplined sounds one after another.

"Big boss! We're ready!"

"Boss Cheng Xianguo, in which direction are you heading?"

"Brother Cheng, where are the zombies?"

Cheng Xianguo, who was thrown into the carriage several times and hit the car several times, hurriedly pushed open the door, endured the discomfort and jumped out of the car, the automatic rifle in his hand had been steadily raised to aim, he opened his mouth and just wanted to order—

Stuck.

The crowd suddenly quieted down. Just now, the group of people rushed too fast and didn't have time to observe the situation in front of them. Now, with Cheng Xianguo's sluggishness, the expressions on everyone's faces all became dumbfounded.

It was a large white truck stuck in the middle of the bridge, with four people standing on top of the car.

On the far left is a big fat man who definitely weighs more than two hundred kilograms. His face is unforgettable. He is facing the crowd, and the automatic rifle in his hand is casually carried on his shoulders.

On the left side of the fat man is a super beauty whose blood vessels are swollen and swollen at a glance. She has a front, convex, back, and upturned figure. She has a arrogant face and black hair neatly tied behind her head, which is equally casual. He held up the automatic rifle in his hand, and looked at everyone with an open-eyed face.

The third is a young girl who is clearly between an adult and a minor, with long hair reaching her waist and black bangs adding a sense of abstinence to her beautiful face. She has no expression, and her small nose is thin under the bridge. His lips pursed slightly, still an automatic rifle, gently slanting at his feet.

The fourth is a little girl whose age can make her chin fall to the ground, a twelve-year-old loli, she has no image of the automatic rifle that does not match her age at all. , with a condescending expression.

It is worth mentioning that the clothes of these four people were very clean, not even a drop of black blood was splashed. Behind them were hundreds of zombie corpses, piled up into mountains, all of which hit their heads.

The image of these four people is very cool, but everyone's eyes are on the person standing next to the truck and the bridge.

It was a man with his back to the crowd. He was not as conspicuous as the four of them standing on the top of the carriage, his clothes were not so clean, and he didn't even have a gun in his hand.

But all of them looked at him in unison.

The number of zombies that fell in front of this man was more than the sum of the four people next to him!

Hundreds of zombies are not enough to describe the shock in everyone's heart. Those zombies can cover half of the bridge. The zombies' corpses are accumulated very high. Each head is like a smashed watermelon, and black blood flows down. It spread over the entire bridge, staining the entire ground black.

puff--

Chu Han picked up the axe and dropped the last zombie, and then turned around. His body was covered with rotten flesh and blood, and even most of his pants were soaked with black blood. The huge iron axe was random. It hangs at the feet, and the original color cannot be seen for a long time.

A drop of black pus and blood flowed from his cheek, Chu Han tilted his head, and his voice was flat.

"You are late."