I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1207: Precarious

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"Hold on! It's almost dawn!"

"Open the fire! Shoot! Let me hold the trigger to death!"

Under the giant wall, a line of orange-yellow trajectory weaves a net, and the zombie net is outside the wall.

After the NAC soldiers joined the battlefield, this net has been stuck for several hours. In the past few hours, the turbulent corpse tide finally stopped, and Ping'an Street was free from the threat of breaking the city.

However, this firepower net, which has been supporting for several hours, is finally beginning to be overwhelmed. Under the erosion of the zombies that have been slammed by the servants, it gradually shows its decline.

The armored formation ammunition cut from the side has been exhausted, and the fuel rod has little energy left. It is now evacuating toward the military base.

Four Yunzhi-51s, which acted as gunboats, finally exhausted the ammunition in the cabin and began to return to the order ship far above the Bohai Bay.

Aurora-20 provides fire support as always, but the limitations of the fighter plane are there. Although the 20mm cannon can kill everything in seconds, it can't shoot for a long time. The interval between two dives often exceeds one minute, but the duration is only a moment. The interval between the two air raids was even more than half an hour.

Even if the Aurora-20 speed is faster, the supply will take time.

Looking at the constantly squeezed lines of defense under the giant wall, a trace of dignity finally appeared on the face of NAC officer.

"Let ’s put incendiary bombs, it ’s too late to stand." Standing next to this officer, Song Chenyu, who had returned to the giant wall again, reminded, "If you let the zombies on fire rush into the defense line, the situation is only Will be worse. "

"I know." The officer frowned and clenched his fists, looking at Song Chenyu and asking, "How much of your fuel inventory is left?"

"Probably enough for two times." Song Chenyu smiled bitterly, "You have brought so many incendiary bombs, didn't you want to bring something like gasoline on your body?"

"Gasoline was not brought, but we brought a tactical nuclear bomb." The officer shook his head.

Song Chenyu sighed.

Tactical nuclear bombs, this thing is very effective against people, but if it is used on zombies, it will have an effect. In addition to the zombies cleared by the first wave of explosion, the residual radiation will become a hotbed for zombies to continue to mutate. It is impossible to rely on radiation to kill these living dead people. After all, X1 bacteria itself is a variant of radiation bacteria ...

The defense line under the giant wall is becoming more and more dangerous. Soldiers have inserted bayonets on their rifles, preparing to fight the zombies who are rushing up on the corpse.

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

"Logistics company pay attention, prepare to dump fuel!"

"Supported by the frontline troops! Throw molotov cocktails in a minute!"

A barrel of fuel was poured onto the corpse **** outside the wall, and a jelly-like mixture of fuel, alcohol, and grease penetrated down a crevice. That Huang Cancan's oil turned the whole ramp into a sticky landslide like amber.

The zombie rushing to the edge of the city wall fell on the landslide, and was stepped on the foot by the zombie behind him, sticking together with it, implicating a lot of silk thread.

A pair of bloodthirsty pupils glared like a demon crawling out of hell, and his thin arms scratched randomly, as if to tear the living creatures on the wall.

"Incendiary! Launch!"

"launch!"

The mortar position, one electromagnetic mortar, one by one fired bombs into the sky.

With a scream of breaking through the sky, countless shells fell from the sky, exploding a series of orange-red sparks in the sea of ​​corpses. The flames instantly covered the entire area infiltrated by fuel, and for a time the fire lit the daytime under the wall.

In the face of the blazing fire, the zombie finally stopped.

Feeling the oncoming heat waves and stench, the soldiers were relieved, unbuttoned the helmet, put the barrel of the rifle with a hot barrel on the side, leaned against the wall to rest, and received it from the logistics Over water or nutrition mixture.

It is finally possible to take a break.

Standing on the giant wall, the NAC officer ’s mood is different from the soldiers who can breathe temporarily.

The remaining fuel can only be used once.

However, there are more than four hours left until dawn.

Looking at the third line of defense that I do n’t know how long to repair, and the burning fire, his brow twisted into a twine.

This place is different from Wanghai City. Wanghai City does have several outbreaks of alien species, but as literally, most of the surrounding settlements are alien species, and the density of zombies is not high.

Although the xenophobia is even more dangerous, it is not as laborious to deal with. Moreover, whether it is the sixth block or the wall of the fish bone base, it is far from comparable to this temporary defense line.

After all, it ’s a temporarily built wall, and the corpses that are thrown over can often easily pile up a small **** on the side of the wall. For this, the defenders on the wall can only repeatedly dump gasoline and set fire to the corpse, but How difficult these thin zombies are. Not to mention, NAC's expeditionary force is not selling oil, and the remaining fuel can't last long.

The most terrible thing is that those ashes are piled up in the corners and nobody cleans them. Under the repeated trampling of the zombies, it has been severely trampled. It wo n’t take long for me to worry about just dumping the gasoline.

......

The square on Ping An Street, which was temporarily requisitioned by the NAC Expeditionary Force, was used as the headquarters of the headquarters.

In the staff room in the center of the headquarters, a faint blue light flashed on the holographic screen. The officer who is commanding the battle on the giant wall is now standing in the center of the holographic screen, speaking quickly to the front of the NAC chief of staff Han Junhua.

"... the second line of defense is almost unsustainable, there are more and more zombies, and the amount of fuel left to clean up once. I suggest to retreat to the third line of defense The fourth line of defense is delineated behind the line of defense for construction ... "

"The third line of defense has not been completed," Han Junhua said lightly, "I need you to stick to it for another hour."

"One hour." On the holographic screen, the officer who commanded the battle on the giant wall was slightly pale.

Looking at the non-speaking officer, Han Junhua just asked lightly.

"Can't you do it?"

Cold sweat slipped from his forehead. The officer quickly stood upright and thumped his right fist, shouting, "Pledge to defend the defense!"

For the cold-hearted staff, he is in awe, or fear. Rather than being enemies with her, he would rather face the sea of ​​corpses under the giant wall.

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

"Yes!"

The holographic image flickered slightly, and after the officer ’s image disappeared, it was replaced by Zhang Zhuo, who was in command of the troops and the CCCP in the subway line 27.

The screen is black, and from time to time you can see stray bullets flying over the bunker. From this point alone, it can be seen that his situation at the moment is not optimistic.

Zhang Zhuo's speech was so fast that he reported to Han Junhuahui.

"Those CCCP soldiers rushed like zombies, and they could n’t kill anymore! Damn it! I doubt them —"

"It is a clone." Han Junhua said.

"... that's how I think." Zhang Zhuo swallowed hard, "Is there any good idea?"

Han Junhua fell silent.

She tapped her finger gently on the table. After a long time, she said.

"There is one way."