Perhaps after exhausting the history of human war, there is no such decisive team. They are so decisive that they ignore the endless ammunition ahead. Even if the body is penetrated, they are crowded with black blood rivers flowing on the ground, dipping them backwards with absurd and winding footprints. This is no longer the horror that the word "brave" can be described. Their silent and firm tides have turned into reality in the original conceptual exaggeration "to look at death as if you are home" into reality.

Unfortunately... the enemy is good, even if it is in its own camp, no one will praise this courage and tenacity, because the dead cannot speak, and they are urged by hunger and only want to eat people.

As night falls, the sun in the sky still slowly sets for billions of years, and another faint color rises in the center.

"Dadadada————"

The sound of machine gun shooting has been nearly a day. Even Germany's most advanced and quality-oriented guns should have overheated and exploded. But just as the tide of corpses is unimaginable, the sound of this kind of struggle has never stopped.

Because it is not a "gun" at all.

Like a storm pouring out, the ammunition shot out swept into a big net, but what was intertwined was not the "scarlet tongue" of lead-shell bullets, but the green color, like the endless green field during the autumn harvest season. The green raindrops as big as beans penetrate the air, comparable to the heavy mass of steel, although they cannot explode, but they repel the zombies more targetedly, and blood-colored holes are made all over their bodies.

It is apt to describe it as a raindrop as the size of beans, because these ammunitions that slaughter countless zombies are simply round green peas, and they are full and solid, with a round color, and are undesirable. However, these ingredients for dishes that were originally sold in the vegetable market and were rushing to buy by housewives, now exert their terrifying power, which is far more effective in dealing with zombies than the technological guns made by humans.

The huge plant body, which is as high as two meters above sea level, stands behind the roots and roots that are rooted directly break the cement. The root system penetrates deep into the soil underground. The biochemically transformed system fiercely absorbs the nutrients of the earth and converts them into biological energy at an unimaginable rapid speed. The fine root branches more than one meter long are squirting away from time to time, and spherical bulges are crowded up, and finally poured into the trumpet-shaped top, and then sprayed out green ammunition, like a machine gun to drive the enemy in front into a pool of mud.

This kind of biochemical plant from a zombie-caught town is far from resisting the approaching of the dead tide. After all, the corpses in front will not wail and roll like humans or pile up to block the way, causing obstacles to the sea of ​​corpses behind. These corpses that fell silently like mowed grass will be swallowed up by the demon companions behind without hesitation. The corrupted flesh and blood will stimulate them to become more hungry, and they will be urged by the virus in their bodies to move forward even more wildly.

What really blocked them outside were small yellow hills. These elliptical spheres with a shape of nuts but a hundred times larger than that of a hundred times, crossing into rows of walls, like immortal dark reefs in the ocean, blocking the surging tide ahead without any inch. The long pushing force behind and behind was absorbed by the seemingly inorganic objects, but was actually transformed and mutated plants. There were countless fine rhizomes rooted below the earth and rock balls. Relying on the support of the earth, they formed an iron wall, and even absorbed nutrients to repair the outer layer that was damaged by zombies.

In the depths later, people's shouts sounded from time to time. Long and narrow peppers as big as watermelons were thrown out and hit the corpse group, immediately targeting the oil in the gas body, creating a vigorous sea of ​​fire.

The form seems to be very good. Relying on the endless mutant plants, even thousands of these zombies will eventually be melted away.

But the people inside don't think so.

"Liz-Liz!" A young white man was carrying a shotgun on his shoulder and shouted anxiously. His appearance was quite funny. Two golden beards were pressed on his lips, mixed with the decadent expression that was inadvertently revealed, giving him a kind of comedy comedy effect.

He was anxious to turn around in place, and then he found that his girlfriend who had been calling for a long time was squatting on the ground and silently asked loudly: "Where is the bomb... I mean, where is Mr. Mu's 's super pepper'?"

"It's gone!" The short-haired woman named Liz trembled and pointed to the ground in front of her irritably: "Since the sun just now, no fruit has grown in this damn pepper field, and the last one has just been thrown out by you."

"Shawn, we're done!" she shouted shrillly.

Sean squirmed his lower lips, but didn't say anything, rolled and crawled to the other side, and finally saw a curling white smoke rising under the nut wall that was closest to the terrifying corpse tide. A figure squatted down and slowly spit out several smoke rings.

"Mr. Mu, what should we do? Why do these 'magic plants' you planted seem to have lost their effect!"

"Well..." The burly figure slowly stood up, and a simple yellow face appeared under the tight muscles. The middle-aged man carrying a hoe but wearing a blue short shirt like a sewer worker stood up, and he actually surpassed Sean half a head. He glanced at Sean and said slowly:

"Shawn, look."

He pointed to the hand-clawed zombies that were almost protruding from behind the wall. The wreckages that fell to the ground had no time to rot and were even swallowed by the zombies behind, and then disappeared bizarrely. Sean opened his eyes wide and found that the black soil on the ground was squirming indefinitely. A strange green shadow passed by. The corpses on the ground and even the plasma slowly sank into the ground and disappeared.

"Don't worry, Sean, although my baby has lost the support of sunshine, after accumulating during the day, he has obtained enough nutrients from the zombies and accumulated into the 'Egg of Life', which is enough for us to last a while. When the moon comes out completely dark, the 'night mushroom' I prepared will absorb the light and regain energy."

Sean looked pale and pointed to the direction behind him tremblingly and asked, "Mr. Mu... Are the 'Egg of Life' you said a big red egg? Will green blood flow out from it?"

"Oh...how did you know?" The man named Mr. Mu turned his head in surprise, and with a clang, the hoe in his hand fell to the ground.

The secret treasure called "Egg of Life" is not the origin of the endless world, but a masterpiece developed by this selected person who borrowed from modern biochemical technology and the poisonous vines of Dark 3. Although it lost the function of poisonous vines to devour the enemy, it can hide in the ground and extend countless tiny rhizomes to absorb the essence of blood and blood of death, turning it into nutrients and provide continuous combat with the plant army.

But at this moment, these crimson eggs, like seven or eight times mutated durian, were like being slashed by a sharp blade, and the tangled and raised tender infrared shells collapsed countless green slurries, dyeing a stream on the ground.

"What's going on?" Mr. Mu found out that seven or eight huge eggs of life had been maliciously destroyed. Although the rhizomes were still squirming to absorb nutrients, the green pipes exposed to the air could only spray out a series of useless green paste.

"Is this kind of scar... an axe or a claw? How could this happen? Although the egg of life cannot attack, its defense is not inferior to steel. There is no such difficulty in "Zombie Sean"..." Mr. Mu frowned, looked at the sharp cuts on the torn flesh, looked at the moment without finding anything, and then dullly picked up the hoe on the ground, sighed, and smiled bitterly at Sean and said:

"This time, we may be in trouble... Just relying on the nutrition of the land, even if it is excessively extracted, it is impossible to keep up with the consumption... Before the growth of 'night mushrooms', these zombies will break through here... We have to find a way to escape."

"How to escape...we are surrounded!" Sean said desperately. "Winchester" is a bar located in the heart of London. It is well-connected from all sides. With plants, it is naturally a stubborn fortress, but now it seems that it is simply a trap!

Crunch-crunch-

The nuts in front, which were as strong as iron walls, made a cracking sound like grinding teeth. The two behind them felt a tightening heart. Mr. Mu, who looked like an uncle, breathed a sigh and patted Sean on the shoulder with a smile.

"There should be a basement in the bar, with a lift that leads to the outside... You can take your companions to escape, and I'll arrive later."

He took out an iron waterer from his arms, leaned forward under Sean's surprise gaze, and poured it on the nuts that were spreading inch by cracks in extremely funny way.

The originally shaky nuts were soaked in the sparse water droplets, and the yellow light immediately appeared. The cracks immediately eased and subsided. He walked back and forth like this, barely causing the almost collapsed situation to stalemate.

"Oh no... Where did the Ravina bastard go? He disappeared without a sound... I am not a soldier. The 'moon spring water' I bought with great difficulty will not last long!" Mr. Mu clearly felt that the sound of peas that had been shot in a rainstorm behind him also weakened significantly. He looked up at the sky, and his face became even more bitter.

Dark clouds obscured it and it was dark.

Fortune comes, and misfortune never comes alone. Mr. Mu suddenly felt the light dim. He raised his head and found that at some point, a shadow suddenly blocked the sparse light, like a huge bat standing in the darkness, standing on the nuts.
Chapter completed!