We won't have reinforcements now, and we won't have reinforcements in the next few hours. It's better to count on ourselves than to count on reinforcements, old cow.

This is what the southern Thai soldiers said before they died in battle.

Old Locke watched the young tailless monkey being shot through the chest with a spear. When he fell out of the window, he threw the gun in his hand at Old Locke.

I thought I was used to seeing life and death, but I can't even compare to a kid in his twenties.

Old Locke did not grab the gun, but stretched out his hand to pull the young man back. He was already in a dying state, and all he could do was point to the carrying equipment on his chest.

In the end, Old Locke took off his carrying gear under the young man's pleased gaze, and then left the protrusion that was losing control under his frozen gaze.

"Locke! They are climbing up the building you are in!" The voice of his bodyguard came from the opposite building: "What about that Thai guy!"

"He's dead!" When Old Locke walked through the corridor, he pointed the gun in his hand at the living zombie downstairs and emptied the magazine, then took out a new replacement from the carrying device.

Tainan's drone followed Lao Niu, and the drone had been observing his behavior from the beginning.

So when he returned to the second line of defense, no Thai soldiers had any doubts about the carrying equipment and weapons he was carrying.

Only another tailless monkey came over and patted the old cow on the arm: "He gave you the gun. You have to live well or find a new owner for the gun on you before you die." After that, he took the gun with him.

Then he came to the supply point.

There was an explosion in the distance. It should be that the first line of defense supply point was ignited by drones. Although the few remaining supplies are important, if they are placed there now, they may become assets for the enemy.

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After filling up the empty space on the carrying equipment, Lao Niu was also given a bulletproof chest plate.

"It's better than nothing. If the opponent's spear is not in the center, there is a high chance that it will slip away. Although it may be injured elsewhere, it is at least better than dying on the spot." The veteran at the supply point said this and noticed the carrying equipment.

's nameplate: "Captain Li has found an unreliable successor for his gun, Lao Niu, don't die too early."

Old Locke nodded numbly and stuffed the chest plate into the carrying equipment - he saw all the soldiers doing this.

A little smaller, but better than nothing.

Leaving the supply point, Old Locke followed a group of citizens with weapons to the other side of the street through the small passage that was originally the smuggler's path, where the living zombies had already opened a gap in the front surface defense line.

"How come there are so many living zombies on your island? Didn't they eat it into the moon's surface?" the young Thai soldier leading the team asked Lao Niu while firing.

"I don't know." Lao Niu is also shooting. He is familiar with this gun. He had military training when he studied in southern Thailand. Although he was an international student, he still signed up.

As the owner of two automatic rifles in the team, it is natural to be at the front.

There was a scream flying through the sky. It was the four-winged chaotic alien species. It was being driven away by two fighter jets.

"Our helicopter is overhead!" A young man screamed from behind.

"If you're wearing a helmet, don't lower your head, or bullet casings will fall into your collar and burn you!" the young Thai southern soldier shouted.

The next second, the sound of machine guns began to sound.

Old Locke heard the sound of machine gun shells beginning to fall to the ground like rain, and from time to time, the screams of the unlucky ones who had been burned.

But the attack of the living zombies was blocked. No matter how strong their bodies were, they could not stop the kinetic energy of the twenty-millimeter machine cannon.

After the follow-up attack of the living zombies was interrupted, the remaining living zombies on the defense line were quickly killed. Old Locke saw a surviving Thai southern soldier walking to the side of his fallen comrade.

He took the head of an animated corpse from his waist and fastened the hook to his waist.

"What are you doing?" Lao Niu walked over, a little curious.

"I am the new bait." He said: "When they attack next time, as long as the living zombies see me, they will immediately think of coming over to kill me. The farther away they are, the longer it will take for them to come over.

Long, and my companions will have more time to kill them." At this point, the young man looked at Old Locke: "Lao Li's equipment is on you, and it seems that he is also dead, but he is optimistic about you.

...Are you support troops?"

"He is the master of this city... and his servants." Old Locke smiled.

This southern Thai slang made the young soldier smile and give a thumbs up.

At this time, Old Locke noticed his security captain, and he also noticed him, so the big bad wolf ran over: "Boss, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Lao Niu nodded, with his sadness at the same time - the hotel had just been blown up because they couldn't leave a landmark high-rise building for the living zombies to observe the enemy's situation.

All buildings higher than three floors will be blown up, not to mention super high-rise buildings like hotels. But no matter what, it's better than letting the living zombies carry their mortars to the roof and blast them.

And Lao Niu also has an unlucky friend - Irene's hotel was bombed earlier than his.

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Mars looked at the battle below the square - the island owner's army that brought order to order was exchanging fire with the living zombies in the square at this time. After losing four waves of corpses, the living zombies began to choose to bypass the square, but in the east, they encountered the island owner's army.

Fight back tenaciously.

And near the canal, they also encountered opponents who could defeat them in hand-to-hand combat - the individuals of the sea tribe were stronger. Like the cyborgs, the predecessors of the living zombies, they were also 'tools' used by humans in the old era to open up the deep sea.

But a lot of things happened later. Some 'tools' lost control, some 'tools' became free, and some 'tools'... no longer looked like pets.

Individuals of the Sea Tribe can fight against the living zombies one against two, and the Sea Tribe also has a long-range weapon - a harpoon gun. This thing sounds very small, right?

The caliber of the Sea Clan's harpoon gun is 20 millimeters, and the effective range is as high as fifty meters. When the living zombies came into contact with the Sea Clan for the first time, almost all the living zombies in the first queue were nailed to the ground.

Then the lucky ones and the second group behind them were hammered by the sea tribesmen on their shoulders until they could no longer take care of themselves.

The arms of the male sea warriors, who are two and a half meters per person, are thicker than Mars' chest. They can even smash the heads of living zombies with their fists.

Fortunately, these guys can only live in the sea. After a short battle on the ground, these sea tribes had to return to the canal. But the good news is that another group of sea tribes rushed up the river embankment and fought with the subsequent living zombies.

group.

Mars thought of this and looked at Yang Kapushkin who had turned into a pupa in the hole in the square.

The current ritual site is a huge gathering point of chaotic spiritual energy, and a certain evil god is fighting for control with Yang Kapushkin.
Chapter completed!