Chapter 3 Zombies attack the building

Fang Fan looked at his new weapon with satisfaction. It was about two meters long and about ten pounds. It was quite handy, at least much more decent than the previous watermelon knife.

And because the length is longer than ordinary weapons, it can also bring a great safety factor.

One inch long, one inch strong.

Fang Fan held a Mo knife and led the Yellow Turbans to continue cleaning the dormitory area.

He found that there were few survivors in the entire dormitory area, at least not after he cleaned two floors.

Although Fang Fan felt sad for them, he also knew that this was the cruelty of the end times.

"Lord... A group of zombies rushed towards us."

"At least two hundred!"

Guan Hai had just cut off the head of a zombie, and turned to Fang Fan's ear and said with concern.

Two hundred zombies... the number is a bit too many. Although the Yellow Turban Legion is powerful, it is impossible to match ten against one another!

Fang Fan roughly estimated that each Yellow Turban soldier can now fight three zombies, no more... there may be casualties.

As the leader, Guan Hai might be stronger, but at most ten Yellow Turbans can fight against fifty or fewer zombies.

"There's a cafeteria over there... It should be that our movement was too loud, attracting all the zombies in the cafeteria!"

Fang Fan frowned, and he understood in an instant.

"Let's retreat to the top floor... Don't fight zombies, go to the top floor to set up defenses!"

Fang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. They had just cleaned up two floors of zombies and were fighting fiercely on the third floor, while the entire dormitory building had six floors. They needed to break through the zombie cluster on the third floor and then rush to the top floor.

If you are stuck on the third floor... When the two hundred zombies outside rushed in, the zombies in the dormitory rushed down again.

Under the two-phase attack, Fang Fan couldn't run away if he wanted to!

"rush!"

Fang Fan took a breath and rushed up first. Guan Hai led the Yellow Turban Legion to escort Fang Fan and fought fiercely with the oncoming zombies.

boom……

stab...

The Yellow Turban Legion began to suffer casualties. The two Yellow Turban soldiers were bitten by the zombies on their arms, and they were immediately dripping with blood.

"Come on! Don't delay!"

Fang Fan's complexion changed, and he became even more mad when he saw that the zombies felt the human blood.

Feeling the top floor, Fang Fan split open the closed thick wooden door, and then let the Yellow Turban soldiers deploy defense here.

"This door is not big, only two zombies can come in crowded, all the Yellow Turban soldiers, take out your bows and arrows, stand twenty meters away, and start sniping wildly!"

"Guan Hai, you are ready to respond at any time. If there are too many zombies rushing in, you will kill them immediately!"

Fang Fan held the Mo knife with a solemn look on his face.

Something went wrong this time.

I thought that the brave soldiers of the Yellow Turban Legion were there, and they could slaughter zombies and collect magic crystals and cards in a leisurely manner.

But now it seems... far less simple than imagined!

The end times are already showing their cruelty with blood.

"what……"

There was a cry of pain, and I saw that the two yellow turban soldiers who had been bitten by the zombies were now blue-green, their lips were purple, and the location of the wound began to rot rapidly...

"It's corpse poison!"

"Before you lose consciousness, cut yourself off!"

Guan Hai coldly issued a military order, meaning to let them commit suicide before the corpse turned into a dead body!

"The zombies are attacking! Comprehensive defense!"