NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50
Seeing that Yang Guofu finally cleaned up a tyrant, and before the human survivors could be happy, in the blink of an eye, a double-digit tyrant appeared in the zombie wave.
The dominance of tyrants on the battlefield is unquestionable.
The brave posture,
the figure that is not afraid of guns, and
the claws that bring the storm of death,
are all impressive.
Yang Guofu fought to lose a dragon tooth soldier and a 200-kilogram pack of TNT explosives to finally kill a tyrant.
It is
precisely for this reason that when a large number of tyrants appear on the battlefield, it is like the last straw that crushes the camel's back, which instantly causes the morale of the volunteers to plummet, and panic begins to spread rapidly.
On the battlefield, once morale is low, it is very easy to be defeated!
In order to stabilize the morale of the army, in the rear shelters, there are professionals in the army rushing to the battlefield one after another.
The day before, the army obtained a large number of treasure chest resources from the survivors of the Demon Capital through the principle of voluntariness, and many of these treasure chests were professional scrolls.
Soldiers have undergone rigorous vocational training, and both their willpower and combat level far exceed that of ordinary people, and when they obtain a profession, they are suddenly strengthened.
Especially under the skew of the military's resources, the skills possessed by every military professional are basically double-digit.
Previously, these military professionals stayed in shelters, where they became familiar with their skills and worked out how to form tactical coordination with other teammates in the shortest possible time.
A soldier with a national character face concealed his figure, and under the cover of night, quietly came behind a tyrant, holding a Mitsubishi military stab in his hand, and the knife had an oily green luster.
The blade landed on the surface of the tyrant's steel and iron bones, and although it could not break through the defense, even the outer skin could not be cut, but under the skill of this soldier, the venom began to corrode the tyrant's skin like sulfuric acid, making a "snort" sound.
In just one second, the soldier swung his knife ten times in a row.
The tyrant's legs and knees were so badly corroded that he couldn't support his tall body, so he fell to his knees helplessly, his hands propped up on the ground.
At the same time, the soldier's other companions began to attack the tyrant fiercely.
A sniper bullet flew from a building a kilometer away.
The orange-yellow bullet was inscribed with an inscription, apparently enchanted and blessed.
The moment the sniper bullet touched the tyrant's forehead, it exploded violently.
A burly man with a bazooka on his shoulder, suddenly pulled the trigger, and the special rocket shot out with a "boom", and continued to bombard the tyrant fiercely before the smoke of gunpowder dissipated!
"Did you succeed?"
When they saw this scene, everyone was worried.
In the smoke of gunpowder, a charred figure straightened his waist and stood up from the ground.
A thumb-sized hole appeared in the tyrant's forehead, gurgling blood.
In the broken skin on the surface of the body, the scarlet flesh tissue inside is faintly visible, and strands of flesh extend from it, and the wound is repaired and sutured at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If no one continues to extend his injuries, it may not be long before the tyrant recovers.
This scene is just a microcosm.
When a group of military professionals confronted dozens of tyrants, they suddenly felt that they had kicked on the iron plate, and they could not achieve the desired results, but only restrained the steps of these tyrants, so that they could not break into the trenches, causing a large number of casualties to the human survivors.
Although it was not possible to successfully kill the tyrant, the emergence of this group of military professionals finally saved the precarious morale to the average line, and did not cause a total rout on the front.
Even, in order to boost morale and enable a group of soldiers and volunteers to fight bravely without burden, General Z's voice was heard through the radio horn above every battlefield:
"Brave soldiers, please hold on a little longer, reinforcements will come soon!"
"Think about the homes behind you, think about the old people and children in your families, you will never hope that this group of ugly monsters will destroy all this beauty!"
An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, a hot land and a soul!"
"I hereby solemnly promise that as long as this war can be won, all the soldiers and your families will be able to stay in shelters and enjoy all-weather protection!" General
Z's depressed voice was full of passion, and at the same time inspired everyone's fighting spirit!
For ordinary volunteers, they may not have the glory of being a soldier, and they don't care about the lives of others, but as long as they can win the war, even if they die, their families can live in shelters, and they no longer have to be afraid of being attacked by monsters outside!
The bravery that rose in their hearts dispelled the fear brought by the tyrant, and a group of volunteers, together with the soldiers, began to launch a fierce attack on the zombie tide!
The sound of gunfire, cannons, explosions, etc.
The battlefield was filled with gunsmoke and choked the nose.
However,
no matter how the human survivors fight back, the zombie wave seems to never end.
When a group of zombies dies, there is another group of zombies to replace them.
Everyone numbly pulled the trigger and mechanically harvested the lives of the zombie monsters.
But as time went on, their military reserves began to run out!
In the shelter established by the army, General Z walked back and forth, looking down at his watch from time to time, muttering to himself:
"Damn!",
"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet!",
"The Dragon King must have had an accident, right?"
said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived!
The next moment,
A dragon groan resounded over the Demon Metropolis.
The piercing dragon moan of "Ang !!"
spread all around, announcing its arrival in a domineering manner,
whether it was a human survivor or a zombie monster.
At this moment, they all looked up involuntarily.
A domineering black dragon broke through the clouds and fell from the sky, a trace of pale electric arc lingered around the dragon's body, and the dragon power that exuded a depressing aura diffused, and a pair of golden vertical dragon pupils were full of majesty.
"I am the Calamity Dragon!Who would dare to fight me!" The
roar was deafening and even more provocative.
Even if the zombie evolution and mutant are all brainless things, they can't help but aim at Yang Ming at this time!
Successfully attracting the hatred of all monsters is just the beginning.
The dragon's head hung low for a moment, falling down like a pitch-black dragon flame waterfall from the abyss.
"Wake up, it's time to hunt!".