Darkness is Coming Chapter 83

   When Yang Xiaoqian and his party left, Wang Hai was still leading the members of the second team of the Dawning Squad to do the final resistance.

  The grenade was empty, and the heavy machine gun was left on the Humvee, which was only half of it, and could not be brought out. The firepower of a few pistols and rifles wanted to stop the tide of hundreds of thousands of corpses.

  As the People's Protection Army, seeing that this "car" is going to crush the unarmed compatriots, even if it can't stop it, at least it has to fall in front and give the rolling wheels a little resistance. Therefore, Wang Hai and others, who had already prepared for sacrifice, did not hesitate, nor could they hesitate. After so many years of military career, influenced by the deeds of so many ancestors and influenced by the words and deeds of their peers, each of them has already integrated eight words into their bones: protect the family and the country, and fight to the death!

   Amidst the chaos of the gunshots, Wang Hai suddenly heard a strange sound.

   "Bang, bang, bang."

   The sound of the heavy vehicle running approached from behind and gradually became louder.

The    team has arrived!

   OK, what kind of sound is this? Wang Hai couldn't help turning his head, glanced back quickly, and saw several heavy machinery that was as shocking as a giant.

  It is not a tank, not an armored vehicle, but two super-large bulldozers, followed by road rollers, loaders, graders, heavy trucks and other construction machinery vehicles behind their huge bodies. Dozens of construction machinery were at the same distance and lined up neatly, making shallow marks on the road, making loud bangs, and ramming into the crowd of corpses amid the smoke and dust.

  The people running in front immediately turned around and ran to the left and right to make way for the mechanical beast. The zombies chasing behind didn't have the ability to judge, and they didn't have time to change their direction, and slammed into the bulldozer.

The huge front shovel of the bulldozer was like a big mouth, swallowing several zombies in an instant. The zombies that came after were knocked to the ground one by one, rolled into the bottom of the car, and turned into bones under the repeated crushing of metal tracks and solid tires. Rotten blood mud.

   When the corpse wave, which seemed terrifying to ordinary people and required dozens or hundreds of lives to stop it, collided with the motorcade, all those present who had the energy to wait and see remembered a word: hitting a stone with an egg.

  Everything seems so relaxing, so easy that the drivers can even laugh and talk to each other.

   "Hahahaha, Lao Li, are you happy!" A driver driving a road roller asked into the walkie-talkie.

"Refreshing! Happy!" The driver surnamed Li raised his iron jug and smothered the Red Star Erguotou, the spicy taste even more stimulated his arrogance, "In this life, this minute is the most worthy of my own. name!"

   "Hahahaha, Li Yunlong, bright sword, awesome!"

   Dozens of drivers roared with laughter. The driver surnamed Li felt ashamed and blushed a little. Then, under the influence of alcohol, he simply pulled away his old face, followed by booing, and shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Second battalion commander, where is your mother's Italian gun? Pull it up for me!"

   "Got it!" Someone immediately shouted in cooperation.

At the same time, the artillery shells flying from the rear landed precisely in front of the door of Saint-Nair Church, cutting off the corpse tide, avoiding the danger of overrunning the car due to the accumulation of too many zombies and hindering the movement of the convoy - although these zombies are almost impossible to attack the machine Construction vehicles pose a threat.

  Because construction machinery can easily crush and kill zombies, but ordinary zombies cannot reach the high-rise cab, dozens of old drivers smoking cigarettes and drinking wine, holding walkie-talkies and chatting and laughing, they make piles of zombies disappear.

   This scene is very much like a wave on the beach hitting a flying boulder. The wave collapsed and smashed in an instant, but the boulder did not even slow down and continued to roll towards the waves behind.

"This, who came up with this method?" Wang Hai was stunned. He was accustomed to relying on military weapons. He never thought that modern construction machinery could play such a big role. Not only did it easily solve a wave of corpses without firing a shot, What's even more rare is that they avoided the crowd almost perfectly without any accidental injury.

  Because people can hide, zombies can't. If it was replaced by guns, of course the fleeing people would dodge, but they couldn't dodge. They could dodge the oncoming vehicle, but they couldn't dodge the high-speed flying shrapnel, and casualties would inevitably occur.

   "It must be our Commander Liu." A young soldier raised his chest proudly and said confidently.

Wang Hai laughed dumbly. A front-fingered commander with a total of dozens of subordinates was called a commander, which really made him laugh, but after the laugh, he couldn't help thinking: What magic does Liu Yuanzhou have that can make these dozens of people with him before? People who have nothing to do with him respect and love him from the bottom of their hearts, calling him a commander?

"Perhaps, I should come forward when things happen to Paradise Island." Wang Hai thought to himself, "There shouldn't be anything wrong with a person like this. Besides, what Team Geng said makes sense. Compared with the 258 Brigade, I am in They are more useful here."

   Behind the construction machinery convoy, in an armored car, a middle-aged man in a leather jacket looked helpless, shrugged his shoulders, and said to a young man next to him, "It seems that we have nothing to do."

   The young man with a dim light on his forehead closed his eyes and nodded after a few seconds to confirm: "It's really nothing to do with us."

   "What a pity." The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, complaining, "Why put us behind, afraid we can't solve this zombie? Brigadier Zhao really looks down on people."

   The young man smiled bitterly: "Uncle, don't brag, we really can't solve it. Besides, what if there are mutants nearby? Someone must sit in the rear to protect Commander Jiang."

"Come on, is he the only one who still uses protection? He wants to lock himself in a tin box and cover it with a few layers of steel plates, and he is not afraid of suffocating." The middle-aged man said disdainfully, "If the people of the 258th brigade were like He is so afraid of war, and if he wants to recover the disaster area, he really has to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."

   "Uncle, maybe we will really wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse." The young man said solemnly.

"WTF?"

The young man took out his iphone 4 and tapped the screen a few times, opened the mobile phone calendar to show the middle-aged man, and teased: "Look, from June 5 to July 3, 2016, the year of the monkey, the month of the horse, only now Less than six years. If this dome never disappears, it is also possible for us to wait here until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."

  The middle-aged man was silent for a long time before he said solemnly: "Then we have to find a woman for you quickly, the elder brother left early, you are the only seedling, our old Qi family can't cut off the incense."

  The young man was dumbfounded, only then did he know what it meant to dig a hole for himself to jump in.

Outside the door of the command car next to him, a major battalion commander in his thirties in a military uniform was busy deploying troops to appease and uniformly manage the people who had escaped from Saint-Nair Church. The face you don't want to see.

   "Captain Jiang, you're not dead yet? I remember when we were training, the old instructor said that the more afraid of death on the battlefield, the easier it is to die. It doesn't seem like this is quite right."

   Geng Zhiping's smiley face looks like a scumbag in Jiang Haichao's view.

   "Old Geng, what's the matter?" Jiang Haichao has long been used to but still dislikes Geng Zhiping's virtue, but he still sells him politely in Liu Yuanzhou's face.

   "It's nothing, but Staff Liu asked me to ask you for someone." Geng Zhiping pointed to the outside with a smile, "Cultists, leave it to us."

  Jiang Haichao pondered for a moment in a pretentious gesture, and then nodded in agreement. He could push these cult accomplices who are prone to sensitive influence and difficult to deal with to others, he could not ask for anything.

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