Doomsday Special Forces

A drizzle floated in the gray sky, falling on the devastated ruins, trying in vain to clean the dark black blood that had long dried on it...

A young man carrying a long bow walked slowly out of the rain. His slightly young face had a calmness that was inconsistent with his age. His starry eyes under his sharp eyebrows seemed to have disappeared from the abandoned vehicles on the road. Moving forward, it seems like looking through the rain curtain towards the unknown road ahead...

"Bang!"

A crisp sound of gunfire came, and the young man frowned slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he changed his direction and walked towards the source of the gunshot...

He knew that there was a small survival camp there, with probably less than two hundred people living there, and the gunfire only meant one thing - it was attacked by zombies.

His guess was correct. At the survival point two kilometers away from the boy, a life-and-death battle was going on. And according to the current situation, the word life-and-death probably belonged to the zombie camp.

"Fuck! What idiot fired the gun? Do you really want to attract more zombies? If you don't want to live, just go out, don't bother me!" A thin man stood in this place surrounded by abandoned vehicles and construction debris. He got up and yelled at the wall of the small camp.

"Skinny monkey, are you tired of living? If you curse me again, I will kill you." A fat man poked his head out of the only solar truck in the camp and cursed.

The thin monkey shrank his neck when he heard this. He was in a hurry just now and forgot that Fatty Sun was the only one in the whole camp who had a firearm. The other members of the expedition team who had firearms had already gone out to look for food and various supplies. .

"Liu Qiang! Hurry! Over there!" Fatty Sun suddenly saw a zombie climbing up the wall and shouted quickly.

"Quick! I'll bring a few more people here! We're about to be breached here!" A middle-aged man in his forties came out in response. He used the spear in his hand to pierce the head of the zombie that had just climbed up the wall, and shouted loudly. road.

"I can't hold on any longer! Why haven't the expedition team come back yet?"

"They just went out yesterday. They may not be able to come back today. We are finished."

"Then what should we do? Run! We can't stop so many zombies."

"Are you running away? We are surrounded. Where are you going to run? Let's die together! If you die, you will be free!"

"..."

The whole camp was in chaos.

"Look! There's someone there!" Thin Monkey suddenly pointed outside the camp and shouted. Then he seemed to remember something, waved his hands and shouted: "Help! We have a lot of supplies here. We will definitely repay you for saving us." !”

"Yes! Help me, I will promise you anything if you save me." A pretty woman shouted.

"Save me and I'll give you all the food." A man in ragged clothes with a sallow complexion shouted.

"Save me! My father is XX! When the time comes..."

"..."

The other people in the camp couldn't help but shout when they heard the shouts of the thin monkey, and made many promises that they may or may not be able to fulfill, as if the man in front of them could easily eliminate the two hundred who besieged them. Lots of zombies.

A lonely figure stood outside the camp. It was the young boy. He looked up at the zombies outside the camp, and then looked back at his quiver. He seemed to be calculating the possibility of destroying these zombies, but it was very difficult. Soon he shook his head and sighed. It was obvious that there was a big gap between the twenty-five arrows in his quiver and the group of more than two hundred zombies in front of him.

Just when the young man shook his head and sighed, he suddenly felt the pain on his left foot starting again. He pulled up his pants and looked down. He saw a blackened wound on his ankle, which was a bite mark. Then he was speechless. He gave a wry smile, raised his head and looked at the zombies in front of him again, and murmured:

"There shouldn't be any difference between one bite and several bites, right? Forget it! One last fight with these ugly guys, we might be a group in the future. Today - maybe it will be my last battle, Ouyang Feng."

The young man Ouyang Feng reached out and took off the long bow from his back, then pulled out three arrows and put them on the bow. In an instant, the three arrows left the string and engulfed the heads of five zombies - yes, five, because Two arrows hit two zombies at the same time.

As Ouyang Feng kept waving his hand, arrows shot out like locusts. In an instant, more than twenty arrows were all shot. He hung up the long bow and bent down to pick up a glass bottle on the ground. Throw it in the air and punch it to pieces.

The entire camp became silent at this moment. Liu Qiang, who was holding a spear, looked down in shock at the two zombies whose heads were nailed together by an arrow in front of him, and then turned to look at the more than forty people lying around the camp. A zombie murmured: "Could it be... that he is the madman?"

A person's information appeared in his mind: "Madman" whose real name is Ouyang Feng, a main member of the Green Island Survival Base expedition team, good at bows and arrows...

"Bang!" A clear sound of shattering glass woke up Liu Qiang. He followed the sound and found that Ouyang Feng was retracting his fist, pulling out a strange-shaped dagger from his waist with his backhand, and jumped up. A zombie fell to the sky with a bloody hole on its head.

Only then did Liu Qiang realize that Ouyang Feng's violent and rapid shooting had reduced the number of zombies besieging the camp by nearly one-fifth, and all the zombies killed were the zombies closest to the camp.

Now only a dozen or so zombies were still moving towards the camp, while the others were attracted by the crisp sound of Ouyang Feng breaking the glass bottle.

"Quickly deal with these zombies, and then we will surround them from behind and kill them!" Liu Qiang said in a low voice.

The two people beside him looked at each other, but did not move.

"Didn't you hear me? I said hurry up..." Liu Qiang was a little anxious, and when he was about to repeat himself, he felt something pressing against the back of his head.

"Liu Qiang! Stay still. I know you are such a good guy that you will give me stupid advice. Go through the back? Do you want to call back the zombies to kill us all?"

Fatty Sun pointed the gun at the back of Liu Qiang's head, and whispered to the boy who had already started fighting with the zombies. Then he looked at the dozen zombies that were about to break through the camp wall, and his eyes turned:

"Skinny monkey! Take a few people with you to watch these zombies and don't let them in. Also, tell the people in the camp that if they want to live, don't make any noise."

Skinny monkey nodded slightly and took a few people away...

After hearing what Fatty Sun said, Liu Qiang's heart moved, and then he picked up the spear and stood up straight.

"What are you going to do?" Fatty Sun was nervous.

"Hmph! You don't go! I'll go by myself!" Liu Qiang snorted coldly.

"You dare!" Fatty Sun pushed the gun in his hand forward.

"Haha! I don't know if I can attract zombies, but I know that as long as you shoot, you will definitely call all the zombies over. If you have the guts, just shoot." Liu Qiang looked back at Fatty Sun with contempt, then jumped off the wall and ran towards the zombie group that was besieging the boy without hesitation...

"Brother Qiang!" A young man in his twenties watched Liu Qiang leave, and he couldn't help but shout in his heart.

"Shut up! If you want to go, just jump down, don't stand here and shout." Fatty Sun said with a ferocious face.

The young man stared blankly at Liu Qiang who was running, his hands clenched tightly, his whole body trembling, but in the end, he finally loosened his fists, sat on the ground like a deflated ball, and cried silently.

At this time, the zombie group besieging Ouyang Feng had been reduced by almost half, and Ouyang Feng's movements were still agile, quickly wandering among the zombies, the dagger flew up and down in his hand, and the zombies were harvested by him like wheat.

"Ah! I can't hold on any longer. As expected, no one came out to help me. If I die here, my plan will be ruined, right? There are too many zombies. I must not be enough for them." Ouyang Feng thought helplessly, and waved the dagger to knock down two zombies again.

Liu Qiang finally arrived. Looking at the less than 100 zombies in front of him, he was secretly shocked. More than 200 zombies were solved by this young man with bows and arrows and daggers alone. However, the current situation of this young man is definitely not optimistic.

Although it seems that he is interspersed in the zombie group, it seems that these zombies are not a threat to him, but as long as he is delayed by any of them for even half a second, the zombies that come up will drown him directly. At that time, he will not even have room to struggle and will be torn to pieces directly.

Liu Qiang took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "Kill!" The spear in his hand pierced the head of a zombie in front of him with his back to him. Then Liu Qiang kept shouting and ran to the right rear of the young man.

As Liu Qiang ran and shouted, more and more zombies were attracted to him, and Ouyang Feng's pressure was greatly reduced. However, Ouyang Feng looked at Liu Qiang who was circling around him and the long line of zombies chasing behind him, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face. Then, he swung the dagger in his hand faster.

Liu Qiang felt that his steps were getting heavier and heavier. He was not an enhancer, but just an ordinary person with a slightly stronger body. The previous battle had consumed too much of his physical strength. He was just trying to support himself now, because he knew that if he stopped, he would become food for the zombies behind.

"It's almost done, right? No! I can still hold on for a while. How long has it been? Did that madman kill all the zombies surrounding him? Can he run away?" Liu Qiang thought while panting heavily. I don't know when he stopped shouting because he really had no strength.

"Plop!" Liu Qiang stepped on something and his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. He used all his strength to turn himself over, and then he saw a zombie rushing towards him. The ferocious face became bigger and bigger in his eyes, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness...