Apocalypse Cockroach

Just as the logistical militias inside the valley were rapidly planting explosives, the sea of flames outside the valley had been extinguished by the continually rolling zombies in the mountains, and there was always only one way for the zombies to extinguish the fire, with their bodies pressing down the heads of fire, several, dozens, even hundreds of dead bodies. For the flames of bear bears, the body was no less than firewood, but when thousands and tens of thousands of dead bodies continued to fall into the sea of fire, it became mud sand that could extinguish all flames.

After the corpses rushed into the flames, they smashed the scorched corpses still flashing on the scarlet Mars, the broken brittle corpses were infinitely divided into dust like black sand, and brought into the sky by the flaming heat currents, finally forming a spectacular bone powder fence, the thick fence covering the valley, and countless corpses slowly converged on the scorched black ground where black smoke appeared everywhere.

The highway is no longer visible, even if there are no previously burnt pavements beneath the valley, countless or scorched black curly layers of bodies stacked together, filled with all kinds of black and gray dust, unable to distinguish those bodies that are burnt, which are just deformed by fire baking.

At this point, the hilltop position entered the position again, and the guards, who had been grilled for a long time by the heat waves rising from the flames, withstood the dry throat, the hot, hot clothes burning their skin, and grabbed the burning gun, which seemed to burn through tactical gloves, into the position.

Machine guns, previously immovable at the position, still stand as solemnly as before, but the high temperatures emanating from the steel parts of the barrel make it difficult for everyone to touch, the tide of the body flows into the valley, the ground beneath the mountain is filled with the limbs of the zombies again, the zombies on the hill are still rolling down, as if the river was in the middle of nowhere, and the black water of death is spreading into the valley.

The speed at which the zombies flush down has never changed. Although there are flames, either bright or dark, around the highway below the mountain, the vast majority of the flames are extinguished by the zombies, forming again several times as spectacular as before. The mountains, up to 10 metres in height, appear to be flat in position in the distance, creating a strong illusion among the soldiers around them that, if the zombies continue to overlap, these mountains will eventually surpass the position, and countless zombies will be extinguished in the shortest possible time as the mountains fall.

Even if the guards had dried up their throats and fizzled, they had not poured into their mouths the fresh water that had almost turned into boiling water in their lumbar kettles. They knew that there was still a long time left for the supplies behind to be delivered, that the time needed was longer and that there was an extreme lack of logistics personnel. The base had to guarantee the support of thousands of soldiers first, so they had to suffer.

So after the order of the officers, many people did not carry out, instead hesitated, they looked at the machine guns, the machine guns kept warming under fire baking, the new machine guns themselves were of excellent material, high temperature baking did not lose the previous power of these weapons, even if their temperature exceeded 100 degrees, there was no structural damage.

Nevertheless, the temperature had to be lowered, otherwise no one could stand the heat, more and more zombies, and closer. When the sporadic gunshots began to sound, the soldiers finally, at the urging of the officers, unrolled the hot kettle between their waists and sprinkled the fresh water from the kettle onto the gun.

Two positions of more than 400 people, combined with enough heavy weapon fire, a platoon of zombies poured in from different directions at the moment of their fall, and the tide of zombies was too high to keep pace with the tide of zombies, even if they could easily kill hundreds and thousands of them.

The ammunition at the position was rapidly depleted, the rolling corpse tide poured into the valley where no other corpses could enter without difficulty. At one time, gunshots were fired at the valley position, and the messy bullets started a metal storm in the middle of the corpse, killing countless corpses. In the flesh of the flying flesh, more corpses swept into the valley along the dead corner of the fire network that could not be sealed off. The corpses rushing into the valley still kept the rolling flood, despite the loud gunshots on their heads, rushing into the deep of the valley without a doubt...

At the moment when countless zombies rushed into the valley, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been using drones to monitor the body sea, knew that the harshest test had come along the valley, and now only three hours had passed. Within half an hour, the zombie sea dropped more than 50,000 zombies into the valley at no cost, and 50,000 had at least two thirds left after extinguishing the fire.

With so many zombies blocked by hilltop positions, they can only be shot in half, with more than 10,000 remaining zombies constantly rushing into the valley, stepping on previously bombed D2 zombie bodies spreading to the valley, countless zombies crowding the valley-to-valley roads, and more zombies rolling down the hillside at no cost.

Mountains are getting taller and flame bombs are not useful. At this time, no more than last night, in the middle of last night, the zombies were attacked from the bottom of the mountain. Even if they wanted to put out the burning piles in front, they could not form an absolute number in a short time. Now, unlike now, Z2 zombies, at no cost, drove the zombies down the hill to complete the maximum troop projection in the shortest possible time. Even if the flames burned, they could not expand, they would often be extinguished by spraying a fire.

Not to mention on the highway, as long as the flames are lit, no matter how big or small, the zombies will be thrown close to the flames, sacrificing me as little as possible, making me big, in the Z2 zombie mad manic attack, before all effective means appear powerless.

The number of corpses flowing into the valley is unknown. Even infantry attacks by one battalion in two hill positions cannot stop the constant catching of corpses, countless bullets collide in the tide, small-calibre bullets have no effect, and even if the corpses are exploded, they are crowded together by other corpses to the bottom.

Heavy machine guns used to be very powerful against cluster zombies. A shuttle of bullets can always strangle a blood storm in the middle of a dense zombie, but here, the flesh storm has just risen, and the little void cleared up is filled with zombies.

The total number of zombies is actually constantly consuming, just not as much as the number of mountain supports, the black waterfalls formed by the zombies have not broken off, the mounts are increasingly absorbing all the power of the zombies rushing down, those who constitute the mountains honestly play the cushions, no struggle, the zombies rush down from them, and they will not be tripped by their struggling legs and feet.

At the same time as the smooth zombies are undamaged, they gather in a huge tide of bodies, like marching ants gathered together, impacting the valley mouth, and the machine guns have great power, but the machine guns have limited shell capacity, each time can clear out hundreds of square meters of zombies, often at the moment of replacing ammunition, these blasted spaces will be filled with zombies, as if the previously empty ground was just a hallucination.

Hallucinations and not hallucinations cannot stop the feeling of powerlessness in people's hearts. They feel like they are challenging the windmill's Don Gilde. Even if they use their full potential, the zombies will not diminish. Even if the blues on their shoulders stimulate their nerves, they will not be able to feel anything because they are deterred by the sea of zombies not far below them.

The battle waged by the guards of the mountains was the cruelest and most hopeless battle of their lives, with people losing control from time to time, holding rifles and constantly moving forward, and as long as no one held them, they would jump into the cavernous sea below and fire until they were torn to pieces by the zombies.

Others could not bear this desperate ordeal, and even if the zombies did not threaten them for the time being, they still lost all courage in despair, turning back and fleeing, often when they fled, were shot in the thighs by snipers temporarily chosen by military officers, stripped of their uniforms and equipment and thrown into the tide of the body.

No one could bear to see the fate of these deserters as tragic as they had been before. Instead, they began to go mad under the bloody stimulus and the ammunition at the position was rapidly depleting, and even if the tide of corpses gathering at the entrance was not decreasing, they slowly changed in the battle.

The guards are undergoing a transformation from mediocre to elite, battles between valleys are more intense than on hilltop positions, thousands of people are stationed in this tiny space and the bodies of the zombies are long gone, the only thing that these rapidly firing soldiers can feel is the zombies rising, as if the black floods were slowly rising in the narrow valleys.

It is not a delusion that the zombies are really pulling up, and the dense and numb zombies are constantly pouring in with the rear masses, and never diminishing, but in the valley, countless zombies are shot and torn every minute, and these zombies fall to the ground, falling at the feet of the zombies, and no one else can see them, all they can see is the black head of the zombies swinging.

Dead zombies have not disappeared, they have just been trampled under the feet of other zombies, there have been constant zombies shot and dropped in the mass, there have been constant zombies tripped under the feet, no matter how the zombies fall, they will no longer have the chance to climb up. As more zombies are shot and killed, the total number of zombies has not decreased. Instead, over time, the number of zombies continues to increase, while dead zombies continue to raise the zombies.