.Section 251 Living zombies

Supporting the ground with both arms, bending his legs naturally. In line with the balance of the body, he finally completed standing upright from the ground. This is the most basic physical movement of human beings under normal circumstances. However, this man in black obviously exceeded the normal scope of understanding. The large-caliber machine gun bullet broke his hands. Except for the connection between the upper limbs and the shoulders, all parts of the elbow, there was only a piece of white bone exposed in the air.

There was only one of them left on both legs. The other one had been blown away. Several gun holes were densely distributed on the surface of his body, which were traces left by bullets that exploded into the body. All of this was the commander who had sufficient reason to believe that the man in black on the opposite side would undoubtedly die. Things were so incredible. A man who should have died, stood up again with an action that did not meet the basic physiological conditions of human beings. Not only the commander, but also the federal infantry who followed the chariot, but also other crew members in the vehicle.

Witnessed this extremely strange but actually strange scene. "This, this is impossible!" The commander rubbed his eyes hard. While quickly narrowing the distance of the detection camera, he shouted loudly: "Shoot, give him another shot!" The shelling, the flames, roar, the strong smoke and the turbid gas blocking the sight slowly dissipated. The commander of the chariot finally saw with satisfaction: the strange human wreckage had been scattered by powerful shells. He could no longer be regrouped into a whole. The road ahead was completely swept away. However, this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

The smile that just showed instantly solidified on the head of the chariot's face. In the real-time scene taken by the external monitoring camera of the chariot, more corpses slowly climbed up among the ruins of the building destroyed by artillery fire and the wreckage of the car. Obviously, they are all the same kind of monster corpses that were blown up. Because, themselves, they were originally dead human bodies. In the space command center, inside the "Yao" battleship, in the fully enclosed combat room, Wang Kang, who carried the badge of the general, was also the same general.

Xing Hao and Zheng Guang. They each sat in a corner of the circular conference table. "General, we hope that you can explain this." Xing Haoqian took a sip of the warm black tea in the cup and gently pushed the stack of photos that had just been washed out in front of the old general. "What do you want me to say? Or, what do you want to know from me?" The old general did not answer. He just asked himself. "We all see the record of the 17th Team." Perhaps he wanted to try to calm the tightness as much as possible.

Zhang's atmosphere! Zheng Guang's words sounded like a smoothing out: "For the sake of confidentiality, the strength of the team cannot be made public. However, as one of the highest military leaders, I think there are some things that can be slightly expanded under limited circumstances!" "General, please forgive my attitude just now." A colleague's words made Xing Hao suddenly discover a problem in his tone. He quickly changed his words: "I am also considering the current situation. After all, there is only accuracy.

Only by knowing the specific advantages and disadvantages of each soldier under his command can we formulate the most perfect combat plan." Wang Kang was already in his heart now, which could burst out at any time. Although the other party said it without any leakage and reasonable, he could clearly feel: Xing Hao's aggressive attitude and his extreme greed for power. He even regretted that he should not let go of too much power. He should not raise Xing Hao to his current high position. In disguise, he created the long-hidden ambition.

Soldiers must have ambitions. This is a fact that Wang Kang has always recognized. However, there are many kinds of ambitions. What he recognizes is only the ambition that was born from dignity when the strength of his own army and other countries. However, it was not from soldiers to politicians. It had extremely terrible desire to possess the power in terms of power. Xing Hao has always been the transferor of power. However, from everything he has shown now, the situation seems to have escaped his control. Moreover, it is slowly turning to another extreme that is difficult to control. The Seventeenth Combat Team has always been the trump card in his hands. Unexpectedly, the other party has now set his eyes on them. At any time, the army represents power. Soldiers, while safeguarding national interests, are also the makers of the game rules. Wang Kang

Of course, I understand this truth. However, as a veteran, while having power, he also has to consider the future of the Federation. He cannot never die forever, and the army will not always belong to someone. Leaving enough space for power for later successors is the obligation and responsibility of every generation of leaders. He once thought: in time, in a few years, once the war is completely over and peace will truly come. He must take off his military uniform that has been worn for a lifetime, accompany his old wife to the outskirts of the city, buy a small house, gather vegetables, fish, and enjoy his life. He will try his best to make up for all the joys he has lost. At that time, power and ambition have nothing to do with him. He just wants to be an ordinary civilian, a carefree man who is completely outside the circle of power struggles.

However, before he retired, someone rushed out in a hurry and asked to obtain what should have been given to him in advance. How is this possible? You must know that willing gifts and forced to accept are all different things. "The same sentence! Your secret level is not enough. Some things cannot be known for the time being." The old general made up his mind and immediately started to slowly weaken the power in Xing Hao's hands after he went back. This sentence is a common term in the federal army. It is also a normal explanation for the superiors to raise certain questions from subordinates. In the army with strict systems, it is also the most suitable non-common reply. If an ordinary officer or soldier, he generally does not respond to such a reply. The level is not enough.

It's a fact. Under the system where military ranks determine everything, only the shiny stars on the badge are the final explanation of all answers. However, Xing Hao didn't think so. The highest core of the military government's power is only three people, including himself. However, this stubborn old man, as a general, shows a sense of superiority in everything. Damn, there are not enough secret levels. But there are only three people. I'm still a general. In a word, this old thing that can't be killed is simply trying to hold the power in his hands. Compared to the two people next to him, Zheng Guang, who is short and fat, can only act as a peacemaker in the middle. This general, who is famous for his honest and honest army, has a reputation for popularity. Moreover, he does have extraordinary abilities in the logistics of his supervisor.

The inexplicable stalemate did not last long. The emergency call from the surveillance center shifted the attention of the three people to the giant electronic screen behind them that had just arched out from the inside of the wall. Two urgently tuned ground observation satellites quickly filled the surveillance blind spots destroyed by Gao Dayong. The extremely high resolution electronic lenses faithfully transmitted everything that happened within the scope in the form of data to the core computer inside the battleship. After recombination, they were clearly presented to their maker. The battle situation mark on the electronic map was still red and blue. However, compared with the previous red full-scale counterattack, the soft red light covering the room had dissipated most of the spare parts. The spare parts were firmly occupied by the opposing cold blue light. The Japanese assault team had a huge armed force of nearly 10,000 people. Whether it was the first batch of elites who invaded the city

, the "shadow killing" that was put into battle since then, and the Emperor's personal guard who wanted to turn the situation around. They were all killed and killed in the absence of a change in the battle situation. The dead were more than 70% of the original troops. The entire city had been divided into two parts. With the tunnel as the core, the support troops of the Japanese people built a temporary fortification that was not very strong. On the surrounding streets near the fortifications, countless corpses of attackers were lying everywhere in a row. They had control of the electronic alert system in the city and obtained enough reinforcements in time. Moreover, the Seventeenth Squad, as the backbone, also participated in the counterattack team. Although Lei Cheng repeatedly ordered that only participate in the battle with a standard of no more than ten levels of force. However, for the Japanese warriors who were only stronger than the standard of ordinary people, it was enough. The victory of the counterattack was only a matter of time. The mutation happened at this time.

The terrifying scene seen by the forward tank captain is just a prelude. After all, until now, as the first witness, he has not had much direct contact with these strange creatures that should be corpses but are no different from living people. This is a kind of luck. A kind of luck that only witnesses can truly know. In front of a building in the eastern city, a five-mile army team caught a man in black who was shot in the leg and hid inside the corner of the house. He lost all his fighting power and could only accept the fact that he was captured. Captives have always been extremely embarrassing characters on the battlefield. Out of hatred, the captured people are often vented by the captives. Beatings and insults have long been common. This is already an extremely slight "best treatment"...

Japan and the Federation are enemies for generations. People who have experienced war and gained peace again. The disgust and hatred for war have expanded to an unbearable level. Especially when they see the newly built home, destroyed by outsiders again. The lucky one who escapes the threat of starvation and death, died in the recurring conflict... The hatred and anger that was instantly rushed to the brain by blood and expanded by millions of times is enough to make the weakest human beings fight against the most powerful gods and demons. "Slay him! I want to avenge my father!"

Kill this bastard! Kill him!" "Who has a knife, I will cut off his head with my own hands." In the anger of the crowd, the captain's experience can be imagined. The man in black was miserable. A dull and rusty knife was cut heavily from his shoulders under the scuffing of his body. With a huge friction, it was deeply cut into the depths of the flesh. It was only boneless. Because the hilt of the knife was too short and the sharp blade was too narrow. The blunt knife inserted into the seams of the captain's shoulder blade could not continue to be cut down. It could only be hung in the air, as if a large iron nail was embedded there. It could not be broken into half.

"Cut off his hand." This is the only thought in his mind with anger. Since there is no suitable tool, then change the method. Break it and smash it. A few pieces of hard and heavy cement fragments fell heavily from the air, smashing the entire arm of the prisoner into blood and blood. A very angry man grabbed the broken hand that had already bloomed. He twisted it hard from it, and then turned it backwards desperately. There was a crisp "click" sound, and several rubber rings similar to them were twisted by huge force, and they rubbed violently to the extreme. The arms of the prisoner, embedded with a knife, were from the connection between the shoulders.

It was torn apart. Only a few shiny silk straps that were being pulled down weakly. Even the strongest will, the person could not continue to be awake in the face of such tragic pain. However, the prisoner who fainted in pain did not arouse the sympathy of the perpetrator at all. Instead, it brought in an inexplicable excitement and stimulation. "Wait! Don't kill him! Let me dig out his eyes first..." Before he finished speaking, a militia next to him had already rushed forward. He inserted his fingers straight into the prisoner's eye socket. He forced out two balls of spherical soft bodies wrapped in dirty flesh and blood. He tore them off hard, and even more.

A few soft and connected root-like nerves were brought out from the black eye sockets. "Brack his teeth and cut off his tongue. Dog bastard, you have today. I want to take revenge, revenge..." An angry man with a rifle cross-body on his shoulder grabbed two broken steel bars from the ground and stabbed them heavily into the mouth of the captain. He picked up a piece of cement fragments desperately and smashed them hard under the captain's face. He tore off unscrupulously, and the steel bars were hard. The teeth mixed in it were crushed into enamel fragments and suddenly fell from the blood-stained mouth. The man who was still not satisfied with his hatred backhand

Pry the steel bars horizontally and drag the broken tongue out of their mouths alive. With extremely cruel and fierce ferocity, the sharp end of the steel bars can be poked out from it. Violence can indeed bring the most primitive pleasure to creatures. Simple and bloody violence has made these people blinded by hatred forget the original intention of their anger. Now they are no longer the Avengers in the essential sense. To be precise, they are more like a group of madmen who are just to experience killing and tyranny. Hatred can turn the kindest humans into wild beasts, and can also turn the humble weakest people into the most terrifying god of killing.

The people immersed in excitement and anger did not notice at all: at some point, the unconscious prisoner, the surface of his broken body, was quietly reborn with a strange flesh that emerged from the cracked bones. To be precise, the prisoner was dead. A militia cut his throat with a knife. Although the broken head did not restrict it from falling on the spot, there were only a few pitiful muscles connected. Coupled with the blood and the red organ flowing out of the abdomen, the broken body, which was abandoned in the ruins and rocks, looked more like a doll that was wanted to be destroyed by people. With excitement and satisfaction, the militia finally gave up this poor object of revenge. They began to re-cast the hideous eyes stimulated by blood and violence onto the new object of abuse who was still wailing not far away. "Crack..." The crisp bone cracks came from behind

The sound actually did not attract much attention from people. However, the screams that almost at the same time made everyone turn around. A clear hole was revealed in the throat of the militia that landed at the last militia in the team. The pale bone crack seemed so abrupt in the middle of the blood rising from the rise. "Save... Gugu... Gudu..." The militia's arms waved upwards weakly, as if they wanted to grab something desperately. A large amount of blood instantly blocked the broken trachea, making him suffocate after only sending out a few words with vague meanings. "That... what is that..." A militia trembled and pointed to the back of his companion's body tremblingly. Following the direction of the guide, it was not difficult to see that it was this terrible monster that bit the dead's throat. Yes! Monster, that was indeed a monster!

Section 252 Divine Blood

The ragged body, broken arms, black and empty eye sockets, dirty lips... plus the messy black uniform on the surface of the body. Everything clearly shows that the murderer was the prisoner who had just been tortured by the militia.

regeneration?

resurrection?

These words that only exist in fantasy seem to have no connection with reality. However, the militiamen at a loss clearly witnessed the entire process of the resurrection of the dead. This is no longer a prisoner in the simple sense. The surface of his body has been covered by a layer of rapidly growing muscles. The broken body part is completely connected by an unknown biological secretion. Even the shaking head is wrapped in a large amount of sticky gel substance.

Among them, the amount of stuffed substances in the throat made the entire human body look a little uncoordinated. The monster would not give the opponent any chance to react. The moment when his hands loosened the corpse, its legs that had been repaired suddenly showed powerful explosive power. With a sharp kick, the monster's figure had already jumped into the crowd opposite. He hugged another new killing target again. The militia who screamed and fled everywhere had no idea of ​​counterattack in their minds.

Just want to escape, the farther you can escape, the better. The resurrected corpses are spread all over the city. Sharp horny claws have grown between their feet and toes. The teeth in their mouths also break through physiological limitations at an astonishing speed under the stimulation of inexplicable secretions. They have long and sharp fangs, accompanied by bone spikes that stretch out their bodies. These creatures that are basically the same as humans, but can no longer belong to the human category. In the eyes of people who are running around, they are simply more than monsters in the second world.

It is even more terrifying. Monsters eat people, but they are not humans after all. And these corpses... are unreliable humans. Although they are different races, they are still humans after all! In the normal concept of human thinking, nothing can be more terrifying than corpses that have resurrected from the dead. The Federal Army's counterattack suddenly stopped instantly. People who were dominated by fear and horror either turned their heads and fled. Or they could only stand in a daze and mechanically pull the trigger of the weapon in their hands.

A lot of bullets poured towards the corpse that was approaching step by step. Although the track of the "Ravager ii" was regressing, the turret at the top was still ejecting balls of hot flames. The ruptured warhead with huge lethality exploded in the resurrected corpse group. The wave of air with great shock power, mixed with countless sharp steel fragments and steel marbles, aimlessly drilled into the body of the zombies. The already ragged internal organs were torn into balls of pulp-like semi-solids that could not be distinguished. It was strange that the zombies looked like

It is almost an existence that does not require internal organs to provide energy! The damage caused by flying shrapnel on their bodies has not affected their flexibility at all. The resurrected corpses are still slowly approaching the direction of their opponents. These strange creatures move very slowly. Compared to this, they are probably only about two-thirds of the normal speed of human beings! However, their vitality is extremely strong. Even if they are hit by dozens of bullets at the same time, they cannot stop it at all.

At this time, the difference between regular soldiers and ordinary militias was immediately revealed. An officer with the lieutenant logo on his shoulder quickly gathered more than a dozen soldiers with himself. In front of a building, he quickly built a temporary fortification based on the terrain. He also took out several anti-aircraft machine guns from the military warehouse in the nearby streets, accompanied by two light anti-infantry guns. He blocked the resurrection zombies that were approaching step by step at the street intersection. In the battle with the Second World, the federal soldiers

He obtained an absolute rule to kill the enemy - attack the head. Since these zombies are not afraid of bullets, then will the damage to the head be equally effective? With the idea of ​​trying it out, the lieutenant picked up a large-caliber sniper rifle, looked at the zombies staggering in the scope, and pulled the plate machine hard. Suddenly, bone pieces and blood foam were scattered, and the zombies were empty above their shoulders. He raised his arms and turned helplessly for several times. Finally, he lost his balance and fell into the pile of rubble next to him.

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