Chapter 459: Mayflies shaking a tree

The battle of the first contact ended quickly. No one counted how many zombies there were in total—maybe a thousand, maybe two thousand. In short, it didn't take much time to finish the killing. The number of zombies killed per person was about fifteen, which was not a difficult job.

Where there are people, there will be competition, even in a race war. In the short interval, people checked the zombie corpses piled up on the field ridge behind, and the level of the various camps was judged at a glance.

The results of the Yama Legion of Pegasus Island didn't need to participate in the comparison. The raised pile of corpses was too dazzling.

The second place was the Civilization Guardians. This surprised many people. Even adding the eight people who left the Civilization Guardians before, the Civilization Guardians only had twenty-six people, six fewer than the combat personnel of the Survivor Alliance. But it was difficult to distinguish who was better from the size of the corpse pile. Adding the factor of the number of people, there was no problem with the Civilization Guardians' combat power being second.

Following closely was naturally the Survivor Alliance, and then the Little Eagle Society and the Apocalypse Group. Both had twenty-one people, but the Little Eagle Society killed significantly more zombies than the Apocalypse Group, at least three times more! "Damn, you can't judge combat power by the number of corpses. We... you killed all the zombies, there weren't many left for our Apocalypse Group!"

Yang Xinqi saw everyone staring at the twenty or thirty zombie corpses behind the Apocalypse Group, with more or less contemptuous gazes, and explained very anxiously.

This time, it really couldn't be blamed on the Apocalypse Group. Just as Yang Xinqi said, the Little Eagle Society was adjacent to the Apocalypse Group. Liu Yao led people to "grab food" like a mad dog. They were the only group that rushed out of the roadblocks to grab and kill zombies.

Competition was inevitable because everyone knew clearly that joining Pegasus Island had almost become a foregone conclusion. So the competition came: how to stand out among so many people? First of all, you have to show your strength. There are not so many vain things in the apocalypse. Flattery might be useful, but not much. Only strength can speak! Zhang Su smiled and waved his hand, just wanting to say two sentences, not hoping that the people of the Little Eagle Society would cause problems by rushing to perform. Wu Lue's voice sounded from the walkie-talkie again.

"Brother Su, another Grape has been inserted!"

"There will be no big fireworks this time, everyone pay attention to the danger in front of you!"

Zhang Su reminded everyone to be alert to the second wave of zombies rushing to the road, while pressing the remote control.

Unfortunately, no one could resist not looking to the north, as if there was a stunning stripper performing a show there. It was a pity that the distance was too far this time, and the vision was too poor, so they couldn't see anything.

The purple bubble couldn't be seen. A few seconds later, the earth-shattering rumbling sound indicated that the explosion had been completed. The fire of God's punishment showed its power again, followed by the shockwave rolling with sand, grass, and slag.

It was also when the dust was flying that the second wave of zombies rushed to the road.

It was even crazier than when encountering the first wave of zombies. If the meat grinder before was in slow gear, at this moment it was medium speed. The competition and comparison were placed directly on the table. If it weren't for the Yama Legion on the side, the Little Eagle Society and the Apocalypse Group, this pair of old enemies, would probably have started tripping each other.

The No. 1 zombie horde discovered first was scattered for various reasons, and the threat of the zombie horde in a mess was greatly reduced. The battle took about half an hour and finally settled down. One-third of this time was spent waiting.

The scene was finally clean, leaving only heavy breathing.

There were no standing zombies wandering in the wilderness in the distance, but some were crawling between the field ridges, and the picture was weird and terrifying.

Zhang Su sent five brothers out to the wilderness to release them, and other factions were very discerning, and they also sent their subordinates to act together.

"Brother Su, the zombie horde led away started to move, but some of those far away are still in a daze! What should we do?"

Wu Lue was scouting the situation in the air with a drone.

It was impossible to let the zombie horde wander less than three kilometers from the camp. Zhang Su immediately ordered: "Luezi, you use the drone to gather the zombie horde. Old Pan, prepare to move!"

Nearly half an hour of fighting had released the anger in everyone's hearts. If it wasn't necessary, they could choose other means to clean up the zombies. The 99 main battle tank that had been on standby was the best choice.

"Received!"

In the tank, Pan Guoliang, who had been shaking his legs on the dashboard, was bored. He could hear the sound of fighting not far away. This kind of extermination operation that basically wouldn't go wrong was the best opportunity to show male charm, but he missed this violent opportunity.

Fortunately, there was another opportunity waiting for him.

Rumble...

The tank's fuel tank had been kept warm, and it started easily. The gun barrel turned horizontally by fifty degrees to move its "muscles and bones", making a mechanical sound. That was another kind of sound that made men excited besides women's screams.

After showing off, Pan Guoliang looked at the direction and drove toward the north. The speed was not fast; he still had to give Wu Lue time to gather the zombies.

"Any interest in following to see?"

Zhang Su sat on the car smoking, seeing the tank start, and asked everyone loudly. "Yes, too much!"

"Tank crushing zombies, just thinking about it is addictive!"

"Brother Su, let's go, let's go see!"

This proposal was instantly supported by the vast majority of people, but some female members flashed a trace of hesitation on their faces.

Forced extermination and enjoying the slaughter were two different things. There were fewer alkaline pairs writing violent information in their genes than men, so many people applied to stay behind to clean up the battlefield.

Zhang Su led people north, not just to watch the tank crush zombies, but also to make up for the factors.

At the beginning of the disaster, 90% of people fantasized about the scene of the army using tanks to crush zombies. Unfortunately, they waited for a full four months. The original fantasy finally came into reality. The one driving the tank was not the army, but the same survivors.

When Pan Guoliang drove the tank to meet the zombies in the north, Wu Lue hadn't completed the gathering mission. The huge sound of the tank was also a natural attraction. The zombies that couldn't catch the drone's loudspeaker started to pounce on the tank.

When the fifty-ton giant object impacted the zombies, the unstoppable posture made the people watching from afar feel blood boiling, as if all the resentment toward zombies accumulated in their chests for months had been buried in the soil after the tracks crushed the zombie bodies! At this moment, the mayfly shaking the tree was vividly presented in front of everyone!

"It's more convenient to burn like this, no need to dismember..."

Chen Hanzhou came with a strange expression. He was often responsible for dismembering zombie corpses. At first, he felt it was a bit interesting, but later it became more and more boring, just as part of exercising his body.

"Too powerful. With this kind of modern weapon, the zombie crisis will be solved!"

Li Zongkai walked to Zhang Su's side and couldn't help but sigh.

"Dealing with ordinary zombies is definitely no problem, but if it's a mutated zombie, I can't guarantee it, and there's a situation you haven't encountered..."

Zhang Su recalled the scene of the Green Dragon Corps being destroyed by zombies that night. Seeing Li Zongkai's thirst for knowledge, he said.

"Before, a faction in the north researched a way to transform zombies and came up with a big guy called 004, three or four meters tall, a jump easily ten or twenty meters, a slap could fan ten or more zombies away, with infinite strength. If you give it a weapon, maybe it can really pry open the iron can!"

Don't talk about 004, Zhang Su felt that 003 could also cause great damage to the tank if it got ruthless. Fortunately, 003 was relatively clumsy and couldn't catch up with the tank.

Li Zongkai gasped after hearing this and asked: "Then what happened to that transformed zombie in the end?"

"It was set on fire and went crazy during the battle. I don't know what happened in the end. It should have been burned to death. That thing, except for using fire to burn, it's really hard for other weapons to cause damage to it!"

Zhang Su shook his head slightly. 004 was the only zombie that made him feel palpitations after the disaster, and it was actually a man-made object!

"Brother Zhang, the purple bubble can definitely kill it!"

Jia Shiqin, who heard Zhang Su and Li Zongkai chatting, couldn't help but interject.

After hearing Jia Shiqin's words, Li Zongkai's frowned brows relaxed slightly and smiled: "Yes, that kind of explosion just now is the real big killer."

"Ascension Original Liquid is not a conventional weapon after all. Old Li, what's the situation with the tanks in your place?"

Zhang Su asked about the situation in the barracks.

"There are two, both are Type 15 light tanks. One is in good condition, and the other's engine is broken..."

Li Zongkai leaned close to Zhang Su's ear and said softly. He was used to whispering when there were secrets.

The Type 15 light tank had been in service for a short time, only a few years, but as long as it could be in service, it meant that its various performances had withstood the test. It was called a light tank, but that was compared to the 99 main battle tank. When it really went into battle, the weight of the Type 15 light tank also exceeded thirty tons, comparable to twenty ordinary family cars! (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 460 =====