Thousands of zombies were divided into two in six rounds of arrow rain. Then more than ten assault vehicles surrounded the zombies from both sides and ran into the zombies. The assault vehicles with circular impact angles didn't fire a bullet. They only used their own impact angles to hit the rest of the zombies. Then the infantry scattered and rushed to the zombies that were no longer forming scale, Shoot them one by one at close range.
After a short period of time, thousands of zombies became corpses on the ground. Then thousands of soldiers walked in the corpses and continued to push forward. As they pushed forward, they recovered their crossbows. In front of them, 100000 zombies swarmed like migrating ant colonies.
Fang Zhanbo didn't push forward blindly for speed. Their strength lies in small-scale suppression. Especially in narrow environment and wide battlefield, they are unable to cope with the number of zombies more than 100 times their number. They are willing to be more careful and use their most familiar tactics.
The second brigade took over their position, collected a corpse and piled it up. When a hundred zombies were piled up, they took out a glass bottle containing green solution and smashed it on the corpse pile.
After half an hour, dozens of corpse heaps had become dozens of small pools filled with green solution, and the soldiers used wine bottles to pack the diluted solution. There was no doubt that this was the source of corrosion made by Xu Jing.
When the second brigade packed up their booty, the first brigade encountered a huge problem. Tens of thousands of zombies in the whole cross-section rolled back to them. The huge tide of corpses was like a raging sea wave, coming with overwhelming power, which made the first brigade bear the unimaginable pressure.
Lu Xiaobu and Huang Quan thought that hundreds of thousands of zombies were too simple. In their minds, three mountains divided hundreds of thousands of zombies, but they did not expect that even if they were divided, there would be more than 100000 zombies in each cross section, and the army at the peak was just a land army, not a professional field army. They had no shelter, no fortifications, and even no experience in large-scale operations, They can't find a way to deal with it for a while.
Fang Zhanbo was immediately flustered. He was ready to use a sniper crossbow to open the way according to the previous tactics, gradually weaken the zombies, and win steadily. However, he did not expect that the zombie tide gathered on a large scale was different from the scattered zombie tide by the river. These zombies were all controlled. If one zombie was hit, the whole zombie tide would be linked.
In his anxiety, a few white eyes suddenly came out from the top of the mountain. In the sound of the guns, several black spots fell into the corpses several kilometers away from the top of the mountain. There was no light in sight, but only a roar with gunsmoke and fragmentary corpses in the corpses. When he heard the explosion of the shells, Fang Zhan Bolton woke up and roared:
"Drop the crossbow, drop the crossbow, With a gun... With a gun... "
Seeing that the soldiers had changed into rifles, Fang Zhanbo raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat on his forehead. They had developed a fixed mode of fighting before. Most of them used sniper crossbows to destroy the zombies point by point without disturbing other zombies, so as to accumulate achievements and finally eliminate all the zombies in the target area. But here, their method doesn't work, Zombies have been startled, there is no silent solution to them.
Then the whole team began to fire fiercely. They were not mountain troops. They got a lot of supplies in the dock area. There was no lack of ammunition. The barrage they formed was terrible. Pieces of zombies were shot and killed. With the cars equipped with anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns coming up behind, more and more zombies were torn up by heavy fire.
The soldiers lined up in a neat long line, spreading golden shells all the way, slowly retreated, shooting zombies in the movement. The zombie tide was pulled by the first brigade, slowly deformed and constantly stretched. As more and more zombies fell, the tide behind became thin and gradually had signs of fracture, while the zombies in the distance were thinking about the huge arrow closing, Seems to be ready to repair the fracture, people feel impeccable.
Standing in the distance, the peak frowned. Fang Zhanbo obviously didn't accomplish his intended combat goal. Instead of retreating, they should move forward. They should join the soldiers at the top of the mountain as quickly as possible. As long as they join the troops at the top of the mountain, they can produce hundreds more excellent taxi soldiers, and then rush out from the other direction with the help of the second brigade, In this way, they can use the fastest speed to rescue Sanshan troops.
Gao Feng blames Fang Zhanbo for not acting according to the plan, but he doesn't immediately ask him to change his tactics. It's still possible if he had worked hard before, but now the zombie tide has been mobilized, and the zombies of the whole battlefield are moving here. If he continues to rush, he will be killed.
When the number of zombies reaches a certain level, it will be boundless. No matter how many zombies are shot, they are like small stones thrown into the pond. They can't even stir up a ripple. Fang Zhanbo has long forgotten that their task is to rush to the top of the mountain. He just retreats with his troops to attack. When they reach the position of the second brigade, they will automatically join the second brigade to attack.
"Fang Zhanbo, what the hell are you doing? So here we are... "
Fang Zhanbo's thick voice wakes him up. When he hears the fame, he calls him Hu Zhongping, the leader of the second team. Hu Zhongping is a middle-aged man with a full face and beard. He looks rough and crazy, but his heart is as thin as a hemp. He doesn't show mountains and waters at ordinary times, and he can keep sober at the critical moment. When other people are frightened by the formation of hundreds of thousands of zombies, He remembers the order from Gao Feng."What? Oh, don't worry about me. Let's solve these zombies first... "
Fang Zhanbo couldn't remember anything. He only had zombies in his eyes. He immediately threw Hu Zhongping aside and gave a loud order. On one hand, he asked people to organize firepower to cut off the protruding part of the zombie tide, on the other hand, he asked people to go to the rear to urge ammunition, on the other hand, he mobilized heavy firepower to the most concentrated area of zombies, Seeing hundreds of zombies shot by them in the shortest time, he was completely excited.
Hu Zhongping yelled a few times, but Fang Zhanbo didn't pay attention to it, which made him feel helpless. Then he found that the command of his second brigade was taken over by Fang Zhanbo. His soldiers were also nervous. When they were nervous, they couldn't figure out the direction. Someone ordered them to finish it naturally. Only when they got busy could they ease their fear.
This time, Hu Zhongping did not move at all. He turned to look at the transport team behind him, but saw that the third team was finally out. The third team was an alternative among them. The average age from top to bottom was only 18 years old. These people were recruited in the cities along the river half a year ago, and the leader was AI Qingshan.
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