"Hurry! Take action quickly!"

Cobert's face was solemn, urging the soldiers to take action. Two rows of buses on the street were close together and parked across the intersection. The doors and windows of the houses and shops on both sides had been blocked by them to prevent the infected person from running inside and crossing the defense zone.

They contracted in full swing, abandoned the periphery of the town, and concentrated their forces to defend the streets around the town center. The soldiers carried boxes of ammunition and climbed to the nearby roofs. Some brave people even climbed directly onto the top of the bus, ready to attack the possible infected people at any time.

Some of the remaining soldiers were searching for glass containers and making combustors with gasoline, while others moved large furniture such as sofas and cabinets from residences, blocking the bottom and gaps of the bus tightly.

From time to time, explosions came from the periphery of the town. I wanted to come back because of the orders of the small team patrolling the outside world. They were using grenades to try their best to attract the attention of infected people and buy time for the large troops in the center of the town.

Seeing that the tight defense line had been arranged, Cobert breathed a little relieved. At least they didn't have to fight with the infected person. As he shouted to the liaison officer beside him, "Have the rest of the defense line been arranged?"

"The defense lines on the east side have been prepared, and the defense areas on the north and south side are almost the same!" The liaison officer sorted out the news he just received and reported to the superior.

"Hiss--!"

But just as he finished speaking, a terrifying roar and running footsteps suddenly sounded around the dark town. Then countless infected people with pale faces and red eyes appeared under the light with their teeth and claws, rushing towards the bus at the end of the street like a sea of ​​rushing towards the bus at the end of the street.

Seeing the infected person rushing in the distance, Cobert's face suddenly changed. He didn't care about anything to say, so he hurried to the window and shouted to all the soldiers around him: "Let's fire!"

"Da da da da--!"

As soon as these words were said, gunfire suddenly burst into flames, bullets shot like hail and intensively on the row of infected people running in front. Blood splattered everywhere, and in an instant, dozens of infected people fell powerlessly on the snow.

The moment the corpse fell to the ground, tripping the infected people running behind them. Before it could stand up, the infected people crowded behind them stepped on them again, submerging the infected people who fell to the ground in the wave.

Whenever an infected person falls to the ground, several infected people will trip over it. At a high level, there are more infected people who are trampled to death than those who are shot, and even the speed of progress is slightly slowed down.

But the infected person was a corpse controlled by Cordyceps mushrooms. He was not afraid at all. He even couldn't even look at the death of his companions around him. He was still running forward in a dull head, following the instructions given by the bacteria.

Cobert looked at the infected person who was getting closer and closer. Even though he had experienced it from the battlefield, cold sweat couldn't help but seep out of his forehead.

When the infected group was less than 100 meters away from the defense zone, he shouted to the soldiers around him again: "Throw a grenade!"

Hearing the commander's order, the soldiers who had been preparing for a long time picked up the grenades, pulled out the pins, raised their hands and threw them towards the group of infected people running in the front.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of grenades passed through the air and landed among the infected people. In an instant, explosions continued to sound. The streets were filled with black fog. I could only see countless infected people being lifted away. The charred limbs and broken arms reached mid-air, falling heavily on the surrounding roofs, with scarlet blood flowing from the broken mouth.

When the black fog gradually dissipated, everyone found that the ground was actually scattered by grenades. The infected person who was lying on the pit had long been dead or had his legs been blown away and could not continue running was blocked by the infected person's pace for a while.

At the same time, on the streets adjacent to their main road, there were also violent gunfire and grenade explosions. It seemed that infected people who could not enter the main road had already poured into the adjacent road along the roads on both sides.

Although the soldiers' submachine guns kept spitting wildly, the thrown grenades also effectively slowed down the pace of the infected and solved many infected people.

But everything they did was like a drop in the bucket in front of this infected person who could not see the end, and its effect could be said to be minimal.

Soon the infected people came back to their senses, roared at these hateful humans, stepped on the bodies of their companions who were lying on the ground, and rushed forward again.

Seeing the infected people gathered again and ran towards this side again, Cobert knew that the confrontation was inevitable, so he turned his head and shouted to the soldiers in the defense zone: "All the soldiers on the roof of the car are crawling, and all the soldiers are ready to resist the impact!"

After the order was issued, all the soldiers standing on the bus were lying on the roof, but they were not idle at all in their hands. They moved smoothly and removed the magazines, and the submachine gun kept firing at the infected person, not missing any time for shooting.

On the other side of the bus, there were a lot of furniture stacking, blocking the gap between the street and the bus. After hearing the instructions, the soldiers immediately put down their things. Nearly a hundred people quickly stood in a row and held the bus in a posture to resist the impact.

With the deafening rushing and roaring of the infected persons, and the fierce straggling sounds and roars of the soldiers, the crowded group of infected persons in front and behind hit the bus's body, and the infected person who hit the bus at the front pressed into meat pie.

The huge impact force formed by the crowding of thousands of people moved the large buses that were parked in pairs and parked in pairs backwards by dozens of centimeters. The buses that were parked in pairs were tilted forward and backwards, leaving two gaps that were just enough to pass the crowd.

Several soldiers lying on the roof of the car did not expect to encounter such a big impact, and flew out of the roof of the car and fell into the group of infected people, making waves of desperate screams.

Cobert stood on the back of the window, looking at the infected person blocked by the bus below, but his face was not nervous, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

What he was most worried about was that the buses side by side could not resist the huge impact of the infected group, and would be hit with a huge gap. At that time, they would have to evacuate immediately and run as many people as they could.

He just ordered everyone to shoot and throw grenades so that the infected person could not use inertia to impact the bus. Although the current situation is still very dangerous, it is much better than he expected.

But just as he was relieved, the infected people in the rear began to crowd forward desperately. The truck that was originally parked began to tremble slightly, and it moved back little by little. The tilting gap between the bus in the middle began to grow bigger and bigger.

Seeing this, Cobert's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was no ease as before. He shouted to the soldiers: "Press the bus for me, prepare a molten bottle, and throw it to the back of the infected person. You can't let them continue to squeeze!"

Of course, the soldiers also saw the situation of the bus, especially the soldiers on the roof, their faces were pale as paper, but they did not escape, but instead raised the gun in their hands and pulled the trigger angrily at the infected person squeezing towards the gap.

The soldiers on the roofs on both sides also lit the moor bottles in their hands and threw them into the group of infected people in the distance.

"Click!"

With several crisp sounds of glass shattering, the molten bottle hit the feet of the infected person. The red flames ignited all the infected person nearby. A bottle of molten bottle even exploded directly in the air, like a fire dragon forming, pouring on the infected person's head.

In an instant, a sea of ​​fire appeared in the infection cluster behind, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. The burning black smoke soared into the sky. Their flesh was slowly roasted by the fire, igniting the infected people who were not affected. A nauseous smell of barbecue gradually appeared in the air.

The reason why the moor bottle is not thrown in front is that there is gasoline in the bus fuel tank. If it is accidentally detonated, the entire defense line will collapse instantly. The second is that if the corpses under the bus are piled up too much, the infected person will climb directly to the top of the bus, and by that time it will be like digging a grave for himself.

On the contrary, it is better to throw it at the group of infected people in the distance. In addition to preventing the infected people from continuing to work forward, it can also solve the infected people to the greatest extent. Even if the surrounding houses are ignited, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, there are all infected people around.

But although the combustible bottles ignite all the infected people on a large scale, they cannot kill the infected people immediately. They still struggled to push forward. Even if the soldiers carrying the train behind were sweating, their faces turned red, and they used their strength to ease, they could not stop the bus from regressing and expanding the gap step by step.

Cobert's eyes were red, staring at the gradually expanding gap in the middle of the bus. Even the telescope in his hand was clattered by him. He thought in despair in his heart - it's over!

Just when everyone was full of despair, there were dense and rapid footsteps coming from the street behind them. Hundreds of figures suddenly jumped out from the other end of the street to help the soldiers hold the bus together.

With the addition of new forces and the blocking of the molten bottle, the bus retreated suddenly stopped, and as everyone exerted force together, there was even a tendency to push it back.

Looking at the reinforcements suddenly appeared in surprise, Cobert saw that the figures were civilians who should have been hiding in the house in the center of the town.
Chapter completed!