Chapter 1,207 In Danger

"Hold on! It's almost dawn!"

"Fire! Shoot! Just pull the trigger as hard as you can!"

Under the huge wall, orange-yellow ballistic paths weaved a net, trapping the zombies outside the wall. eight??

This net has been in place for several hours since NAC soldiers joined the battlefield. In the past few hours, the surging corpse tide finally stopped moving forward, and Ping An Street was freed from the threat of destroying the city.

However, now, the firepower network that had been supporting it for several hours finally began to be overwhelmed, and was gradually showing signs of decline under the attack of zombies one after another.

The armored formations that moved in from the side have run out of ammunition and have little energy left in the fuel rods. They are now evacuating towards the military base.

The four YZ-51s acting as gunships finally exhausted the ammunition in the cabin and began to return to the Order far above the Bohai Bay to resupply.

The Aurora-20 continues to provide fire support, but the limitations of the fighter jet are there. Although the 20mm cannon can kill everything instantly, it cannot continue to fire for a long time. The interval between two dives often exceeds a minute, but lasts only a moment. The interval between the two air strikes was even more than half an hour.

No matter how fast the Aurora-20 is, replenishment will take time.

Looking at the defense line that was being squeezed under the huge wall, a trace of solemnity finally appeared on the NAC officer's face.

"Set the incendiary bomb, otherwise it will be too late." Standing next to the officer, Song Chenyu, who had returned to the giant wall, reminded, "If the burning zombies rush into the defense line, the situation will only get worse. .”

"I know." The officer frowned, clenched his fists, looked at Song Chenyu and asked, "How much fuel inventory do you have left?"

"It's probably enough for two times." Song Chenyu smiled bitterly, "You brought so many incendiary bombs, didn't you think of bringing some gasoline or something with you?"

"We didn't bring gasoline, but we did bring tactical nuclear bombs." The officer shook his head.

Song Chenyu sighed.

Tactical nuclear bombs are very effective against personnel, but if used on zombies, they will have the opposite effect. In addition to the zombies cleared by the first wave of explosions, the remaining radiation will become a hotbed for the zombies to continue to mutate. It is impossible to kill these living dead by relying on radiation. After all, the x1 bacteria itself is a variant of the bacteria that removes radiation...

The defense line under the giant wall is becoming more and more dangerous.

The soldiers had already inserted bayonets on their rifles, preparing to fight the zombies rushing up on the pile of corpses.

Finally, the officer made up his mind and shouted over the intercom.

"Attention of the logistics company, prepare to dump fuel!"

"Frontline troops, hold on! Throw incendiary bombs in one minute!"

Buckets of fuel were thrown towards the corpse slope outside the wall, and the jelly-like mixture of fuel, alcohol, and grease seeped down through the gaps between the corpses. The bright yellow oil turned the entire slope into a landslide as thick as amber.

The zombies that rushed towards the edge of the city wall fell down on the landslide and were trampled under the feet of the zombies behind them. They were stuck to them, tied with lotus root-like threads.

A pair of bloodthirsty pupils stared like a demon crawling out of hell, and its skinny arms scratched randomly, as if they wanted to tear the living on the wall into pieces.

"Incendiary bombs! Fire!"

"emission!"

In the mortar position, a series of electromagnetic projectile mortars sent incendiary bombs into the sky.

Accompanied by screams that broke through the sky, countless cannonballs fell from the sky, exploding a series of orange-red sparks in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​bones. The flames instantly covered the entire land that was soaked by fuel, and for a while the flames lit up the wall under the wall into daylight.

Facing the monstrous fire, the zombies finally stopped.

Feeling the heat wave and stench blowing in the face, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned their helmets, put aside the rifles with hot barrels, leaned against the wall to rest, and took water or water from the hands of the logistics soldiers. Nutritional mixture.

Finally I can take a break.

Standing on the giant wall, the NAC officer's mood was different from that of the soldiers who could temporarily take a breath.

There is only enough fuel left for one use.

However, there are still more than four hours before dawn.

Looking at the third line of defense, which had to be repaired for who knows how long, and the blazing fire, his brows twisted into a hemp rope.

This place is different from Wanghai City. Wanghai City has indeed seen several waves of alien species, but as the name suggests, most of the people surrounding the settlement are alien species, and the density of active zombies is not high.

Although the alien species are more dangerous, they are not as difficult to deal with. And whether it is the walls of the Sixth Block or the Fishbone Base, they are far from comparable to this kind of temporary defense line.

After all, it is a temporary wall. The corpses that rush over can often easily pile up a small slope on the edge of the wall. In response, the defenders on the wall can only pour gasoline repeatedly and set fire to the corpses. However, these skinny corpses Not to mention how difficult it is to light zombies, NAC's expeditionary force is not a fuel seller, and the remaining fuel will not last long.

The most terrible thing is that the ashes just piled up in the corner without being cleaned. Under the repeated trampling of zombies, it has been trampled hard. Soon, even if you pour gasoline, it won’t work!

…

The square on Ping'an Street was temporarily requisitioned by the NAC's expeditionary force as the headquarters' headquarters.

In the staff room in the center of the headquarters, the holographic screen flashed with a faint blue light. The officer who was directing the battle on the giant wall was standing in the center of the holographic screen, speaking quickly to NAC Chief of Staff Han Junhua, reporting the situation on the front line.

"...The second line of defense can no longer hold up. There are more and more zombie corpses, and there is only enough fuel left to clean up in one go. I suggest retreating to the third line of defense, and then drawing a line behind the third line of defense. Determine the fourth line of defense for construction..."

"The third line of defense has not been completed yet," Han Junhua said calmly, "I need you to hold on for another hour."

"One hour." In the holographic screen, the officer commanding the battle on the giant wall turned slightly pale.

Looking at the silent officer, Han Junhua just asked lightly.

"Can't do it?"

Cold sweat fell from his forehead. The officer quickly stood up straight, beat his chest with his right fist and shouted, "Defend the defense line to the death!"

For this cold-faced and ruthless staff officer, he was in awe, or rather fear, from the bottom of his heart. Instead of being her enemy, he would rather face the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​bones under the giant wall.

"Yes." Han Junhua nodded, "Then go quickly."

"yes!"

The holographic image flickered slightly, and after the image of the officer disappeared, it was replaced by Zhang Zhuo, who was commanding the troops and fighting in the No. 27 subway line.

The screen was completely dark, and from time to time, stray bullets could be seen flying past the bunker. From this point alone, it can be seen that his current situation is not optimistic.

Zhang Zhuo spoke quickly and reported to Han Junhuahui.

"Those soldiers are rushing towards me like zombies, and they can't be killed no matter how hard they are killed! Damn it! I doubt they--"

"It's a clone." Han Junhua said.

"...That's what I think." Zhang Zhuo swallowed hard, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Han Junhua fell into silence.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, and after a long time, she spoke.

"There is a way."