The rain has been falling and has not stopped since the morning.

The world is covered with misty fog.

From the time we set off at 8 o'clock in the morning, more than an hour later, more than 70 people led by Zhang Ping'an only walked less than a kilometer.

The cold rain hit the jacket and made a loud noise. The water seeped in from the collar made all the underwear wet and stuck it onto the body like ice, which was so uncomfortable.

No one said anything, even if there were any complaints, they could only keep it in their hearts, because directly in front of the team, Zhang Ping'an and the little girl with him were walking forward carefully in the wind and rain, just like everyone else.

Such heavy rain covered up the smell on the body well. At least for more than an hour, under the leadership of Zhang Ping'an, he was not discovered by zombies.

Zhang Ping'an, who was walking in front alone, suddenly stopped and raised his hand, and the entire team stopped.

Seeing Zhang Ping'an clenching his fist, everyone gathered up and squeezed into the shop of a snack bar.

"There are a large number of zombies ahead, and I can't get around it. Get ready for the battle!"

Zhang Ping'an put away the telescope, wiped the rain from his face and said in a deep voice: "Just follow the team before departure, four teams, each team with 18 people, nine people in a group. Remember, don't disperse. Whoever falls behind is not to save you. You just need to stare at your front, stab the spear into the zombies in front, move forward, and move forward again."

As soon as I finished giving the order, I saw several front corpses swaying from a small supermarket directly opposite, turning their heads, as if they had noticed something.

At the same time, zombies also appeared in front and left and right directions.

"Then, get your weapons, follow me, and aim right ahead!"

Zhang Ping'an waved his hand and walked out of the snack bar first. His figure immediately attracted the attention of the zombies, and all the zombies turned their faces.

These zombies are both men and women, and they are all very young. Judging from their clothes, they should be students from nearby middle schools. The blue and white school uniforms are soaked in the rain, and they are tightly attached to their bodies, showing their strong physique.

More and more zombies rushed out from various intersections. In the blink of an eye, the intersection ahead was already filled with zombies. At one glance, there were at least five or six hundred.

Zhang Ping'an took out the animal skin armor from his back and put it on Liu Neng. When Liu Neng stepped forward, he crossed his long sword in his hand, followed Zhou Qianqian on his left and right, and followed Liu Neng closely, like a pointed cone to meet the rushing zombies.

"If you don't want to die, just follow me and rush forward!" Zhang Ping'an roared.

With a loud bang, Liu Neng's long nine-ring sword swept high, sweeping at the zombies that were flying towards him with the force of slashing the mountains and slashing the mountains.

With one sword, five or six zombies were cut into two pieces. Their upper bodies were carried up by the sword force, and they smashed the zombies in the back row like shells. After knocking down a row of zombies, they turned into blood and scattered, and blood and flesh splattered.

Zhang Ping'an did not stop at all, followed by a sword light passing by, slashing the heads of several zombies that were leaking.

Zhou Qianqian beside her had to take advantage of her. She patted her shield and blocked her hands that were grabbed by the zombies. She stabbed her with one pistol at a glance, and she specifically attacked the zombies and was very happy to kill her.

Seventy-five people stabbed into a huge piece of cheese like a sharp knife burning red, and everywhere they passed, they were invincible.

The three people in the first place were too powerful. The wedge-shaped square formation composed of seventy-two evolvers did not encounter too many zombies at the beginning. The four teams were divided into eight groups, each with three rows of three people. Driven by the evolutionist's combat instinct, he stabbed out the steel gun in his hand and picked all the fish that had escaped.

Under the powerful impact, the zombies fell at their feet. Many people relaxed their originally nervous faces, thinking that zombies were just like this. Facing the growing group of zombies, they shouted loudly, their fighting spirit was rising, and their anger rushed to fight with bulls.

Zhang Ping'an shook his head slightly, but smiled helplessly. Now he laughed, he must not scream, cry or scream later. He took a deep breath, slashed out a long sword in his hand, and brought out a faint silver light, killing the zombies rushing over from his left wing.

But there were too many zombies. As they advanced step by step, the zombies on both sides were like water flowing cut by swords. A wave of zombies fell down, and more zombies came over from their wings. In just over two minutes, the zombies formed a siege, surrounding the densely packed 70 people.

Time passed by minute by minute, and there were zombies in front, back and left and right. Seventy-five people were like small boats driving in the sea in the storm. Waves of zombies slapped over like huge waves, making people breathless.

I can no longer hear the evolvers shouting and fighting, but instead they are heavy breathing and occasional angrily curses mixed in.

Yes, there are so many zombies, and there is no end to see the sea of ​​zombies. The arms that zombies stretched out are like vines and slashed continuously. The pressure they face is getting bigger and bigger, and people cannot help but feel desperate and fearful.

"Don't lose a single step. If you persist for five minutes, we will fight to the death!"

Zhang Ping'an shouted, and he felt a lot of effort at this moment. He had been killing for nearly seven or eight minutes in a high-intensity manner. The physical strength he put in was temporarily supported, but as he continued to swing the knife, he obviously felt that his mental power was rapidly losing, and his head was a little tiring.

The long sword in the hand is getting heavier little by little, and this exclusive weapon gradually shows its own weight as it lacks mental power.

Zhang Ping'an had a clear understanding in his heart, "No wonder he felt that using this knife to kill everything is unfavorable. Did he see a trace of silver appearing when the knife was swung out? It turned out that it was driven by his own spiritual power."

"Ah!" A scream rang out in the back row, and an evolutionist was dragged by a zombie and instantly drowned in the sea of ​​zombies.

There are casualties starting to happen...

"Don't stop, don't mess up the formation, don't lose it! Persist, hold on for three minutes!" The injured person is not worth stopping to rescue, and Zhang Ping'an emphasized again loudly.

As if confirming Zhang Ping'an's words, when another evolver was dragged by a zombie, facing the desperate screams of his companion, the nine-person team couldn't help but stop, trying to snatch the companion who had not been bitten from the zombie's hands.

With just this stop, the zombies opened two steps away from the previous group. They inserted into the gap like omnipresent flowing water, and then isolated the group from the front.

Calling, screaming, scolding... and then the voice was covered by the roar of zombies, turning into a small wave in the sea and disappearing.

On the long streets of the end of the world,

The wind, bitter rain, blood, broken limbs, guns are like forests, swords are like snow...
Chapter completed!