Chapter 306: Non-standard Play

This effect can basically be said to be armor-piercing with critical hits. The people who stayed on the wall were overjoyed. The number of zombies was already low enough to be dealt with.

"Damn, if there was a cannon at this time"

"Hold on, brothers, hold on, wait until they are halfway up before shooting!"

"The brothers below are fighting hard, so we must not make any mistakes in such a simple job here."

"If a zombie is missed today, I will jump directly from this island and die outside!"

For a while, the Eight Immortals showed their magical powers, such as huge rocks, steel beams, and guns. They were high up and had long hands. The zombies that jumped from there and pounced on the wall of the empty island fell like rain.

"How much money does it take to make a sacrifice? I don't even have a chance to pick the flowers. Damn it."

"What time is it? Do you still have the heart to feel sorry for that thing?"

"Hahaha, just talking."

The standard adjective is that it happened in a split second. It took only a few minutes, and almost all the zombies attacking the wall were killed.

"Brothers, go home!"

"Go up in batches, those who are close go first!"

"Those who still have physical strength should hold on!"

From the beginning to the end when the last person climbed back to the wall, it took less than 15 minutes.

After counting the number of people, Chef Xu said solemnly: "We lost a total of 6 people. The sicklemen were too fast."

The crowd vented their anger on the outsiders without concealing it. To a certain extent, these deaths were indeed caused by them. They knew they were in the wrong, so they didn't dare to fight back when they were beaten without reason.

"Alright, alright," Chef Xu glared at the guy who beat him, "Everyone wants to survive, one more person means more strength. There are still many zombies!"

There are no injured people, only dead people.

No,

The only injured and alive person is the guy who said he was an assassin. He attracted 16 heavily armored zombies to the road by himself. He was so hateful that he was targeted by a sickle man and almost died. He was the one who beat people the most fiercely just now.

"Hahaha~" Song Cheng, who claimed to be an assassin, sat on the ground with a buttocks, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, "Damn, this is the funniest and easiest battle I have ever fought. Who the hell would have thought that 40 people would win against 400 heavily armored zombies."

It was a complete victory!

After laughing, Song Cheng kicked the person who was beaten next to him.

"Damn it, it's all your fault. I didn't even have breakfast. My legs are so thin from running. Get up and go mine!"

So, the group that was beaten, a total of 11 people left, all went to dig in the garbage mountain. They were very conscientious and worked very hard, but it would be difficult to get forgiveness.

Lunch was a pot of mixed porridge and square barbecue wrapped with peanuts. The food was exquisite and surprising.

Li Cang handed the plate to Li Lasi. She ate it with a shoddy work and tilted her head to look at him.

"How is it?"

"No hope!" Li Cang shook his head frankly, "The number of zombies is ridiculous, and the speed at which the monsters that are not dead become stronger can be seen with the naked eye. This number of people can't hold on for a few days."

He counted, there were only dozens of fires and smoke, and they might be scattered over a radius of hundreds of miles. Even if they were all gathered together, they might not be able to gather a thousand people. What can they do?

Can't run away, can't fight.

"Has no one found their own island?"

"The range of activities has been compressed to this extent, and there is no prayer location, who knows where the island is."

At this time, even an island the size of a toilet can save the lives of dozens of people, as long as you find a place where zombies can't reach and squat.

[Cang: Damn, Old Wang, you are really worthy of being the romantic and late king.]

Zhong Jianzhang, a legendary figure in Yanchuan No. 1 Middle School, is said to have never walked into the school before the bell rang in the three years of high school, and has never been captured alive by the discipline, the guards, and the political and educational department who hate him to the core-

This living ancestor left a bigger bombshell when he left Yanchuan No. 1 Middle School. This guy put a dark purple indescribable thing that should have belonged to the director's wife on the doorplate of the director's office of the political and educational department.

The director of teaching died at the age of. uh. He was in his prime at the time, 35 years old.

The two people's workplaces cleverly intersected and then cleverly staggered. This wave was a loss of dignity for both the people and the tower.

[Master Craftsman Wang: I'm running away, I'm running away. Can you stop using this to criticize me? I have principles and professional ethics. I never sell out my own people. If it weren't for Old Yang's wife who saw that I was rich and wanted to do something I shouldn't, would I have done such a thing that would ruin my reputation? ]

Okay, Ning still has a reputation. He is really the conscience of the industry!

Li Cang was too lazy to pay attention to him and said to Li Lasi: "Can you bear it? We must move in the next two days. This piece of sky island is too dense to defend. We have to rush in that direction. The gaps over there seem to be bigger. By the way, we can pick up some Taoist friends."

"Well, with Miss Qiu carrying me, it's no problem."

"Okay!"

Li Cang opened up about this matter, and everyone fell silent.

"Brother Li, are you really leaving?"

"We can build the wall higher and thicker. If we go out, we will be trapped and we will die."

"At least wait a little longer."

Most people are very conservative. The only staunch supporters are Chef Xu, Song Cheng and Zhang Zihao and his wife. They said without thinking that they would go wherever Li Cang went.

"We have to wait," Li Cang said, "If the zombies are still forming a larger group, I will leave. I feel that on this strange archipelago, there may be more people and zombies brought from the jump point than we thought."

"Of course!"

"That's what I said!"

"Brother Li, don't be surprised. It's not that we don't believe you. Who wants to die when they can live at least?"

"Once we give up here, we can't come back. Food, shelter, everything have to start all over again."

"Let's take a look, let's take a look!"

"Alas"

A group of people were discussing, and the "miners" on the garbage mountain over there brought back an unexpected surprise.

"This is..."

"Damn, is this the kind of detonator used to build roads and blow up mountains?"

Two black square boxes, one of which contained a detonator and pipelines.

"This must be fifteen or sixteen kilograms. How powerful is this thing?"

Someone who knows the business came to take a look.

"Well, if we talk about power, it's questionable whether a single stick can kill a zombie, but." Zhang Qianjin glanced at Li Cang, "If there is an empty island with suitable terrain, we might be able to use this thing to blow up the island to separate ourselves from the zombies. This island definitely won't work. It's too big and too close. Even ten boxes of dynamite will be useless."

Surprise suddenly turned into disappointment.

"Then this box of dynamite is useless?"

"You can't say that. At least when you encounter danger, you can rely on it to fight off a large number of zombies."

"Wow"