Chapter 437 Sea of Corpses
zombie sea.
Standing on the sentry tower and looking around, the densely packed zombies stood in a black mass. This scene could only be seen in the city center, but at this moment it appeared in the quiet suburbs. No one knows why the alien wave broke out, maybe it was a lack of living space in the city center, maybe it was the urge to hunt for food collectively, but it happened anyway.
Such a desperate scene makes it difficult for any viewer not to feel his scalp tingling.
A twenty-meter wall does not give people more sense of security, because. .
Howls sounded, and the thrower staggered towards the wall of the fishbone base, towards the soldiers on the wall, and ruthlessly flung out the larval zombies he was holding in his hand. The baby-sized zombie howled miserably, with a small dry and cracked mouth, and rushed towards the soldiers who were shooting with rifles on the wall.
Then it exploded!
"Ah! My eyes!" A soldier whose face was splashed with acid covered his face, howling and rolling on the ground. However, he was not bad, and the two soldiers at the center of the explosion were bloody and bloody, obviously dead.
"Grass! There is a thrower, kill him!" Wang Zhaowu yelled into the headset at the top of his voice.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a sniper bullet exploded the head of the thrower.
With a "click" sound, Sun Jiao pulled the bolt of the gun and stepped on the wall with one foot, holding the ghost sniper rifle domineeringly and continuing to point at the corpses. Pulling the trigger again expertly killed a thrower who had just raised his hand.
Watching this scene, Wang Zhaowu only felt a burst of fear. It's not because of Sun Jiao's marksmanship, but because of her status as Marshal's wife.
Damn, if there is any mistake in her safety, Jiang Chen will have to tear him apart when he comes back. However, he tried to persuade her to go down, but Sun Jiao didn't pay any attention to it, and still stood on the wall in her own way.
From an objective point of view, Sun Jiao is indeed the person with the strongest single combat power in the entire base. Among the soldiers standing here, there is almost no one who has been trained for more than a year, and Sun Jiao started walking on the wasteland since she was a child, and it has been more than ten years now.
Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Wang Zhaowu had no choice but to give up.
There are only 5 T-3 power armors deployed in the fishbone base. The rest went to the sixth block with a long line of defense. It is said that it was the hardest-hit area there, and the overwhelming mutated mosquitoes almost broke through the line of defense. Fortunately, there are quite a lot of old fritters in the sixth block, and many of them are experts who have been wandering the wasteland all year round. They have brought out private goods such as fire-breathing robots and fuel bombs. Anyway, as the executive officer, Chu Nan announced that the military government would reimburse them for the loss. To save my life,
No one cares about keeping it private.
At the Fishbone Base, apart from the five T-3s, only two of the newly developed T-4s were produced in time. And now they are all placed on the city wall, using the machine gun in their hands to unleash their firepower on the zombie group.
The drone attack group outside the fence is cruising at low altitude. Shoot the zombie's head with the mounted small-caliber rifle.
In addition, there are soldiers wearing heavy full-angle body armor crouching behind the bunkers of the wall, carrying tanks full of organic synthetic fuel on their backs, holding spray guns in their hands, and guarding against possible flying at any time class heterogeneous.
Whether it is a light infantry with a Ripper rifle or a fireman with a machine gun, all combat units on the wall have only one mission.
That is to do everything possible to kill the zombies far away from the base.
Just as Wang Zhaowu was looking at the corpses with a worried face, Jiang Chen climbed up the sentry tower.
"Marshal." Wang Zhaowu hurriedly gave a military salute.
"How's the situation?" Without any nonsense, Jiang Chen asked straight to the point.
He had only been away for a few hours. Unexpectedly, the situation has deteriorated to such an extent. Looking at the endless sea of corpses in the distance, he suddenly felt like the entire base was like a lonely boat.
"It's too bad, there are too many zombies." Wang Zhaowu said with a wry smile.
If you don't get hit on the head, you won't die. When the zombies have formed a certain number, even though the fence is full of soldiers with live ammunition and sentry machine guns spitting out flames, they are still touched by the running zombies to the corner.
The zombies under the wall raised their heads and screamed, frantically stretching their arms on the top of the 20-meter-high wall, trying to climb over the wall and tear the living people inside. The zombies from behind rushed forward and trampled on the zombies in front. A steep slope of corpses was piled up.
This is what Wang Zhaowu is most worried about.
Twenty meters is the height of a six-story building. If you want to fill in a steep slope, it will be a matter of tens of thousands of zombies. And the number of zombies expanding outward from the city center is more than tens of thousands? It's a little less than a million.
In order to stop the zombie's man-ladder tactics, the soldiers on the wall tore off the grenade and threw it towards the densely populated area of zombies beside the wall. But after all, this method treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. Even if the grenade can cause objective damage to the gathered zombies, the corpses of the zombies are still piled under the wall after all.
Through the bulletproof glass, Jiang Chen stared at the broken faces. From time to time, one or two lumps of larval zombies hit the glass of the conning tower, blasting a dark green stain.
"Marshal." Wang Zhaowu took a deep breath and said carefully.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Marshal's wife is there..." Wang Zhaowu was afraid that Jiang Chen might not see it, so he pointed to the location of the wall. reminded.
Seeing Sun Jiao shooting with a sniper rifle, Jiang Chen sighed helplessly.
"Follow her."
He could probably understand her desire to help. It's only the early stage of the alien tide, and it's not very dangerous. Since she wants to stand on the front line, then let her go. What's more, with her fighting power, she would be fine even if everyone on the wall died.
"Where's the Screecher mortar in the base?" He raised his binoculars to observe the distribution of zombies in the distance. Among the corpses, Jiang Chen vaguely saw a few spitmen with their bellies sticking out.
"It's ready." Wang Zhaowu replied.
The ammunition of the mortar is not unlimited, and the reserve of the fishbone base is only 2000 rounds. Only when the zombies not only form a number, but also form a density, the bombing efficiency of the mortar is the highest. So until now, Wang Zhaowu has not used mortar positions.
"Then use it now, 6.6 km, there will be a spitter." Jiang Chen stuffed the telescope to his chest, said in a deep voice.
Surprised, Wang Zhaowu hurriedly picked up the binoculars and looked over.
Just now I have been worrying about the things in front of me, and I forgot to pay attention to the distance.
Putting his hand on the headset, Wang Zhaowu immediately ordered.
"Attention the mortar team, the azimuth angle is 72°, the distance is 6.5 kilometers, fire!"
"receive."
Immediately, the sound of the cannonball being ejected came from the square in the center of the base. Ten Screamer mortars formed a formation, manned by ten gunners. The artillery shells are sent to high altitude through electromagnetic ejection, and the longest range can reach 12 kilometers.
An average of 20 rounds can be fired per minute, and 200 rounds were used for the one-minute shelling alone.
In the field of vision, the dozens of spitters were instantly covered by the barrage falling from the sky.
The billowing thick smoke rushed tens of meters high, and it took a full minute before new zombies passed through the thick smoke. And those spitters had obviously been blown to pieces.
"How many shells can the military factory produce every day?" Looking at the black smoke in the distance, Jiang Chen asked Wang Zhaowu beside him.
"If the supply of materials is sufficient, the maximum production capacity is 200 rounds." Wang Zhaowu replied.
200 rounds? The day's output was not enough for a minute of shelling.
Jiang Chen stroked his chin and began to think.
He is now considering whether to get something from this world. (To be continued.) () "I Have a Suite in the End Times" only represents the opinion of the author Chenxing LL. If you find that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing healthy and green Read the platform. 【】,thank you all!