Chapitre 30: Chapter 30
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Chapter Thirty: Humanity in the Doomsday
While Li Yang was advancing here, the Orc Front Army also officially entered the second battle.
The huge convoy began to shoot before it approached. Thousands of machine guns hit the fire snake at the same time, and the torrent of bullets flooded the gathered zombies.
Under the belief that painting in red will be faster, even the speed of bullets shot out and the speed of flight are faster, and the speed of overload is also faster.
Faster bullets bring stronger damage.
Even though the skin is hard and the body is like iron, it can't stop these flying bullets.
When the first wave of shooting passed, most of the zombies in the front were missing.
At full speed with the accelerator pedaled to the end, it quickly approached a certain distance.
The boys stopped shooting and showed bloodthirsty smiles. They were even more eager for the sound of the knife cutting into the meat and the moment of blood splashing.
The forwards are all machete boys, and they like close combat more than the machine gun boys behind.
The storm boys flew to the sky one by one, rushing toward the zombies in a whirl.
As for bumping into each other, snapping on the ground, and those that suddenly exploded, you can ignore them.
The storm boys who landed safely or alive to the zombies swarmed with their double knives to chop everything in front of them.
Some storm boys have a better mind, fly at low altitudes, and use impact to slash people.
Like an eagle, he rushed down to kill a wave and then flew up.
Of course, the consequence of this is that some of them are not turned in time, and they directly rush to the ground and fall to death.
Some engines failed or exploded due to overload.
But there is no doubt that these storm boys have already had enough addiction, in the words of the orcs: "We are dead and have no regrets!"
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After the storm boys killed a wave, the fleet of planes came in.
Under Victor's leadership, it was like a steel knife, straight through the zombies.
Followed by the truck troops, heavy armor, and powerful motives can turn them into terrifying siege hammers.
It is like a triangular brush with a random convoy, leaving only a patch of corpses and smoke in the place where it passes.
Until it is blocked by obstacles or rushes into the zombies and loses momentum, it may simply be that the engine is broken.
Anyway, some trucks stopped, and the orc boys rushed out of the carriage screaming.
The yellow Cancan machete in his hand slew the nearby zombies like cutting melons and vegetables.
The technician boy in the car then began to check the condition of the car and began to repair it.
They took out the prepared oil gourd scrugger and added water, or grabbed a corpse for bleeding, or even stuffed ass or snot.
"Anyway, I wonder if I can run away like this!"
Victor relied on speed and strength to kill the zombies group, whizzing past, so cool.
When the vanguard army was happy to kill, the fart and snot spirits all over the mountains behind also rushed over.
Among them were hopped and jumped, rushing into the city, biting on the zombie, or exploding.
Those who know what part of the grenade to be thrown away, while enjoying the flames of the bomb jumping and exploding, throwing grenades or even missiles or some unknown bombs at the same time.
Anyway, it's a bomb made up of various things, and there may be oil from the oil gourd scooter, the snot of the snot, or even the fingers of the ass.
It's better than Da Vinci's patchwork of the top ten weapons, but the difference is that the things thrown by the orcs are really useful!
Even if this thing doesn't look like a bomb, it will explode.
It's just that a pile of snot or mud may be blown out!
The Blaster boys are even more crazy. They are holding hammers made of a bundle of bombs and wooden sticks.
Yelling: "Waaaaaaaaaaagh!"
Then use his powerful arms to smash the enemy's heads.
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If you are lucky enough, the kinetic energy may detonate the bomb, which will cause the kids around you to howl with excitement.
In short, madness and savagery are always the same themes of orcs.
When the machine gun boys arrive, the scene becomes even more chaotic!
Except for bombs, the roar of guns couldn't cover even the orcs' voices.
Fire is like a snake, bullets are like rain!
Brainless and unhappy fighting are always so fun.
The zombies who lost their wisdom and the not-so-smart savages staged one after another weird and crazy battles on this corrupted planet.
And deep underground, in the black star core, a few bubbles seemed to rise, and then fell silent.
More and more mushrooms grew out, and more and more orcs crawled out.
Along the places where the predecessors walked, picking up weapons that were thrown away at will, new orcs flooded in all directions.
Their skin is darker and smaller, but their scarlet pupils are full of madness and killing intent.
Under the blood-red sky, the torrential rain made the mushrooms grow bigger.
One city after another fell, the villages on the road were burned down, and the vehicles parked at random on the side of the road were even more rags.
Roads, telephone poles, and bridges gradually disappeared and collapsed, and traces of human civilization quickly disappeared on this planet through darkness and barbarism.
The human beings who were abandoned by the will of the plane, perhaps when the light was still spreading to the earth, never thought that there would be such a day.
The great human civilization, the dazzling urban flowers, are still small in the endless river of time, and those that cannot be touched cannot be regretted!
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"My lord, there are more zombies outside the siege."
"Well, summon people to clean up."
"Yes, those sows are clamoring for food."
"Huh, throw it out to feed the zombies in trouble, Laozi doesn't need anything disobedient."
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"Yes."
"Food is reserved for strong men and gods, and weak women can only be controlled."
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At the end of the world, the original laws and morals have collapsed.
The strong who have evolved have everything, power, wealth, power, and women!
They dominated arbitrarily, built high walls, blocked the zombies, and resisted human nature.
Outside the wall, there is silence and darkness.
Inside the wall is the hell of human nature.
The people outside the wall want to come in, the people inside the wall want to get out.
Survival, dignity, freedom, and humanity are so absurd in this corrupted world.
Reversing all the time, women with good looks become playthings, and men with power are complacent.
Those who master the transcendence become masters, no one dares to resist, and those who resist become people outside the city.
I was bullied yesterday. I am awakened today. People wake up in the morning, get revenge at noon, return to the west in the afternoon, and eat at night.
A person with no power becomes a puppet, and it is not even as valuable as a bottle of water and a slice of bread.
In the last days, the taste of people, I don't know how many people have tasted it.
No one knows what meat is in the smelly, moldy, newly made can.
But what's the use? Some eating is better than being eaten.
PS: There are four more chapters to add to the collection, come on, all night! ! !
Masters don't support a wave?
Waaaaaaaaaaagh!*
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