Chapter 38 Survivor's Stronghold

Zombies equipped with threaded steel guns, no matter how fierce they are, they are still invincible with two fists.

The route is full of zombie corpses.

Hundreds of zombies, they keep advancing, and three groups of defense zombies are constantly being drowned by them. The murderous zombies always tore the zombies under Lu Chuan into pieces.

"Unfortunately, the police zombies died too early."

If the police zombies are still there, and the electric chainsaw is not broken, just one corpse can be a corpse, and thousands of corpses can't be opened. The combat power of the chainsaw, in this narrow place, is simply a god of death.

Unfortunately, the only chainsaw on the construction site was cut in half by the tyrant early.

In the whole area, there is only one construction site, and then it is full of bustling commercial areas. This is the central area of ​​the city. There are high-rise buildings and shopping malls everywhere. Where would you ask Lu Chuan to find another chainsaw?

What Lu Chuan could see before was only 1 km away.

Beyond this range, Lu Chuan did not dare to let the zombies try. This world is really dangerous, the lickers and tyrants that appear, make these weird zombies go and return in minutes.

but……

Killing God always exists.

41 Zombie stood on the route, carrying a sharply sharpened machete in its hand. The identity of a basketball player, the height of one meter ninety, is enough to make it stand out from the crowd.

The muscles that are full of explosive force, although the surface skin is rotted, does not affect its performance in the slightest.

This kind of zombie, which is naturally taller than other zombies, is far from comparable to ordinary zombies in terms of strength. It is carrying a machete, like the god of war standing here.

"Roar……"

41 The zombies of the basketball player roared, and the machete in his hand slashed out.

The machete swept through the air with a cold light.

Sharp, powerful.

When the group came back, the zombie that rushed to it first was split into two halves by its brute force and fell on both sides.

The brutal scene made Lu Chuan clench his fists: "Good job, that's all."

The second zombie rushed over, claws and claws.

41 The zombie basketball player was holding a machete in both hands and swept it fiercely.

The head of this zombie was cut off, the head was taken aside, and it fell on the construction site. The black liquid from the neck was bubbling desperately, but the body fell to the ground and didn't even move.

The attacking zombies, they are not afraid, they are still madly pounced.

One knife, another knife.

The sharply honed machete vividly taught the incoming zombies a lesson, telling them how big the gap between flesh and steel is.

Under the power of 41 basketball player zombies, no matter what zombie comes, it is a knife.

Some cut off half of the head, some cut off the middle, and some cut off the whole head.

Either way, it is deadly to zombies.

On the way forward, there are corpses of attacking zombies.

41 basketball player zombies like killing gods, it has no power to rest at all. The killing of the organization, dozens of zombies attacked, and hatred in front of it.

The piled up zombie heads were piled up like a hill.

The continuous reduction of incoming zombies means that the distance is successful and getting closer.

…………

dozens of kilometers outside the city.

A survivor's stronghold like a fortress, it appears on the horizon.

This survivor stronghold has a wall of amazing size, twenty meters high and six meters wide.

From a distance, it looks like a fortress.

Above the fence, you can see some people patrolling, a team of five of them, walking on the six-meter-wide fence, their sharp eyes swept across the distance, looking for any possible crisis.

Everyone who can survive in this apocalypse and become a warrior is not easy.

It's just that their equipment is mostly home-made guns and crossbows.

Under the wall, there are some sporadic zombies, they wander around, and from time to time they will flock under the wall and make movements to climb the wall.

For some of their actions, the patrolling people didn't pay attention at all.

Given their number, it was impossible to climb the 20-meter-high wall. Without the accumulation of hundreds of thousands, it is difficult to pose a threat to the wall.

Standing on the fence, you can see the hazy city high-rises in the distance.

"Clean up the zombies, there is a convoy to go."

With a loud shout, the people who were just on patrol immediately took off their weapons and concentrated at the gate of the fence.

Some of these weapons are strong crossbows, and some are home-made long spears.

"boom!"

"Shh!"

Different sounds rang out, and the scattered zombies below fell down one by one.

The bullets of the gun caused a piece of rotten flesh and jet-black liquid on the heads of these zombies. As for the strong crossbow, a crossbow arrow was inserted into the head, shaking as the zombies fell.

Under the pressure of several years of survival, the survivors who can become combatants are all elite gunmen.

The dozens of zombies that surrounded the gate of the fence before were cleared away in a moment and fell to the ground.

Don't be surprised, here is an international metropolis dozens of kilometers away, and there are some sporadic zombies appearing nearby every day. Even if you kill, there will be some wandering here the next day.

Over time, the survivors also became accustomed to the constant life of zombies in the vicinity.

Every time a convoy sets off, the zombies around the door must be cleaned up, so that they will not threaten the interior of the stronghold when the door is opened.

The gate of the stronghold opened immediately after the zombies were emptied.

A convoy of dozens of different vehicles roared out of the gate, pointing at the city dozens of kilometers away.

The vehicles made up of this convoy were of messy specifications.

There are police cars, trucks, buses, a money carrier, and several tall SUVs. These cars, without exception, are modified and have a sturdy and hideous appearance.

Like a bus, the whole car is welded by steel bars, like a moving steel castle.

The trucks in the convoy were equipped with the shovel of the forklift in front of the front of the car, and coupled with its horsepower, it was absolutely ferocious.

Without the supply of parts, no one cares what kind of car the car is, as long as it is a car that can drive.

In the blink of an eye, this convoy was gone, leaving only a cloud of dust rising into the sky.

Like this kind of team, there are almost every day.

As long as they find valuable items, in this world where resources are somewhat unbalanced, it can bring them a lot of benefits.

"Five zombies and one black bun."

I only saw a leader shouting at the gate of the stronghold, which instantly attracted a large group of people crazy. Soon ten people were selected, and they dragged the killed zombies to a large pit hundreds of meters away and threw them into it.

The corpse-clearing man, that is their name, cleans up the corpses of five zombies in order to make this one steamed bun that can keep them alive for a day.

The stronghold is not small, it is built on a small town.

The streets inside are very deserted.

Under many eaves, there are some people with numb faces and empty eyes. They are like corpses, staying under the eaves, as if everything in the outside world has nothing to do with them.

Occasionally there is a need for workers, but it makes these numb people go crazy.

Sometimes they can fight each other for a job of a meal.

In the apocalypse, human life is worthless, and people will die every day because of this kind of fight. No one cared who died, the dead were thrown out of the city like garbage.

In the center of the stronghold town, there were bursts of cheers.

A place that has been transformed into a corpse arena is overcrowded, and one by one is roaring frantically.

in the field.

A sturdy man, holding a dog-leg knife, he bent slightly, leaning on his knees and panting.

In front of him was a strong man covered in armor, carrying a meteor hammer.

The source of the corpse arena is actually that the Colosseum has changed to another mode, not fighting with beasts, but fighting with corpses. But more often, it is people fighting with each other.

Every time, tens of thousands of survivors are always attracted here. They live in this crisis-ridden apocalypse, their nerves are tense, and they need to use this method to vent their emotions.

Whether it's people and corpses, or people and people, here, they all represent blood.

Every day someone dies here, and every day someone creates miracles here.

For a meal, many people will gamble with their lives here.

He will be alive today, and tomorrow he may be killed by the next challenger, becoming a corpse that no one will look at.

"what……"

Roaring frantically, the sturdy man strode towards the armored man with determination on his face.

He knew that it would be difficult for him to defeat the opponent, but from the moment he stepped into this corpse arena, there was no turning back.

This is a survivor stronghold full of despair and madness, and it is also a representative of thousands of survivor strongholds and bases.

And in the survivor stronghold, everyone is desperate to survive, and crazy to survive. If you don't want to starve to death, and don't want to be killed by other people, squeeze what you have and live as long as you can.

Survivors who have survived for more than five years are like wild animals, crazy, brutal and ruthless.

This is the law of human nature in the last days.