Zombie Brother Chapter 170: The ancestors of guerrilla warfare have been guerrilla warfare

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Uncle Sun naturally didn't know the chaos in the hall. He rushed to the forefront and rushed into the 11th district because he had practiced ancient martial arts extremely fast.

The 11th area is the logistics material area. There are not many people because it is located deep underground in the base. It is mainly guarded by the automatic weapon control station. Any outsider who enters without authorization will be shot and killed by the automatic weapon control station.

Uncle Sun rushed into the hall, only to see a golden beetle corpse spouting flames from his mouth, burning on the mountain of food, medicine, guns, and ammunition. Ammunition sounded from time to time in the fire. The sound of explosion.

There are several other dead brothers damaging cables, control panels, and automatic weapon control stations. One of them is gnawing at the base of the automatic weapon control station with its mutated fangs. The heavy base is forced Bite through, the weapon station that was firing bullets crazily under the radar and photoelectric aiming automatic sight exploded with a bang.

Uncle Sun yelled and rushed forward, a forward roll to avoid the tail attack of the mouse corpse brother, put the muzzle on the mouse corpse brother's eyes, and shot again and again, the bullet is specially made, once it enters the mouse Brother Corpse's brain exploded, blasting its head directly.

But Brother Mouse mutated again. His body split into two halves, with sharp teeth on it, and two black tentacles. He pounced on Uncle Sun. Uncle Sun had already prepared. He kicked his toes. The volley fell behind Brother Mouse Corpse and fired several shots at his limbs. Brother Mouse Corpse who had his limbs broken was paralyzed on the ground in vain, two rows of teeth biting wildly on the ground.

Uncle Sun flew up and kicked Brother Mouse directly into the blazing fire.

Uncle Sun cleaned up the mouse corpse and looked up--he was stunned. The corpse brothers who were still tossing in the hall just now couldn't see any of them. He only saw the golden beetle corpse while spraying. The fire moved back along the corridor, and then disappeared into a large dark hole at the end of the corridor.

Uncle Sun did not catch up. Because the fire in the material area was getting bigger and bigger, a single-soldier anti-aircraft missile was suddenly ignited, screaming, spinning in the air, exploding on the wall with a bang, special alloy A big hole was blasted into the wall, exposing a layer of silt. City H is located on the coast. The entire stratum is an alluvial plain. Unlike the loess or mountains in the north, the stratum is relatively stable, and a mud-rock flow gushes in from the hole.

Uncle Sun grabbed the front of the fire control panel. The panel had been destroyed by the corpse brother. He could only manually access the individual information terminal for manual operation. Finally, the fire spout on the top of District 11 was activated. The white foam burst out, and the fire was gradually suppressed.

More soldiers rushed in, some of them rescued supplies, and some chased them in the direction where Brother Corpse was escaping.

After a while, the officer who was chasing the corpse came back with a team of soldiers in frustration, and he shouted: "Who is the first to come to this **** ghost place."

Uncle Sun ran over to salute the officer: "Report, it's me."

The officer also knew Uncle Sun: "Old Sun, it's you. What did you see when you came in? Tell me in detail."

Uncle Sun even said what he had seen, pointing to the burnt mouse corpse on the ground, and said: "Look, this is the only remaining corpse brothers. The result of your pursuit. How is it?"

The officer patted the wall again: "Fuck it, don't mention it! At the end of the corridor is a hole. Brother Corpse has escaped from the cave long ago. Look at the traces left, there should be a Brother Corpse who only burrowed into the ground. A hole was dug in the silt layer on the periphery of the base, and then another corpse who sprayed corrosive liquid eroded a hole in the outer wall of the base's special alloy steel, and then ran in to make trouble. When we found the counterattack, He slipped away again, and even when he left, the hole we were chasing down also collapsed."

Uncle Sun frowned and said: "I always think these corpses are acting weird. In the past, the corpses we met were all dead with us. Either they died or we died, as long as a few human-shaped corpses died. Knowing to avoid us. But in this attack, Brother Corpse left with one blow, as if they were deliberate..."

"It's as if they were deliberately making trouble, right?" The officer said with a calm face, and he paused: "Old Sun, you have been on guard at the bottom level, and don't know the news from the outside. From yesterday to now, similar There have been 27 attacks with just one blow! 27 times! Do you know how many invading corpses we killed? Seven! There are only seven of the mouse corpses you killed! Every time This is the case for invasions. Find a weak point to attack, and then destroy a large number of facilities and equipment. When our soldiers assemble to fight, the corpses of **** have already escaped!"

Uncle Sun's heart chuckles, and a peculiar term pops out of his mouth--it is a term that anyone who has studied the military history of Yan and Huang, would say: "Guerrilla warfare!"

The officer was full of frost and nodded heavily: "That's right! It's guerrilla warfare. It doesn't ask for hurting the enemy, but leaves with one blow. It continues to harass the enemy and makes the enemy exhausted. This was originally the best tactic of our army. But now, it’s us who are struggling with our lives! Old Sun, you know, because this base contains a large number of civilians, it still needs to carry out important experiments. There are not many soldiers performing defense tasks. Every time the alarm goes off, they just lie down to rest. For a while, the soldiers must jump up and attack immediately. Although there are not many casualties so far, everyone has reached the limit. Look at their eyes..."

Uncle Sun looked at the soldiers' eyes--sure enough, their eyes were deeply exhausted, and some soldiers acted like marionettes. Tired, they are too tired.

Damn it! The ancestors of guerrilla warfare were actually guerrilla warfare!

Uncle Sun blurted out: "Brother Corpse’s offense is organized and disciplined! Someone is directing them behind the scenes!"

The officer nodded and shook his head: "Some front-line officers have discovered the abnormality of Brother Corpse and reported it to the senior management, but the senior management is not convinced. They think Brother Corpse virus has its origin, but Brother Corpse itself is not organized Yes, all of what is happening at the base at present is just an occasional sighting, it's just an ignorance that allows us to strengthen our defense."

He patted Uncle Sun on the shoulder: "Old Sun, you are guarding that thing at the bottom. Be careful. I'm worried that Brother Corpse is making a noise. When we are exhausted, we have to deal with several strategies. The point of carrying out a surprise attack, the place you guard is likely to be one of their important targets."

Uncle Sun nodded emphatically: "I understand. I will be careful. You also take care."