The huge wave sweeping the anime world

The southern area of ​​Huanlar City.

The test subjects who were walking scattered in the dense forest were shouting to communicate while rushing towards the area where the gunshots and screams were heard just now.

The weapons in their hands were varied, including large wooden sticks broken from trees according to local conditions, muskets left behind by the former Huanlar City Guards, kitchen knives picked up from the city that had long since become ruins, and other daily lethal weapons.

These were the weapons they held in their hands before they turned into ghosts. After they turned into zombies, they became their life-saving weapons.

They were originally the townspeople around the city of Huanlar, but after being infected by the biological weapons of the World Government, they turned into half-zombies that were neither human nor ghost.

Their remaining sanity allowed them to retain basic survival awareness such as hunting and cooking, but they could not suppress their desire for meat, especially the desire for human flesh and blood.

Continue along the hunting path that predecessors have taken.

"There must be some survivors who dared to resist our hunters. We can have a good meal today."

The sturdy man wearing bear skin was holding a navy-issued rifle in his hand. He fired recklessly into the air while hugging his men beside him, his bloodied face full of arrogance.

After becoming test subjects, they worked together to eliminate most of the survivors in Huanral City and the investigators sent by the World Government.

It had been many years since he had seen the moles hiding underground, and he seemed to smell the familiar sweet smell of fresh meat again.

After mutation, the test subjects formed tribes one after another. There was no regularity in the composition of members within the tribes; they all gathered together when they saw their own kind.

However, after hunting the survivors many times, the test subjects formed tribes of varying sizes based on cooperation.

The interior of the tribe is absolutely ironclad because in their thin consciousness there is no advanced thinking consciousness such as betrayal.

The outside of the tribe, that is, the inside of the experimental subjects, entered a stage of crushing each other after they lost their common enemies and prey.

Although cannibalistic meat is not tasty, it quenches thirst.

However, the leader of this tribe, Zhu, judged that the other party must not be from another tribe, because the people in the tribe would definitely eat the other party directly and would never hear such screams.

Therefore, the moles must have been unlucky enough to encounter the hunters, so they mustered up the courage to resist them.

"Huh? They are actually a group of monkeys? The dead hunter was from that tribe? How come they are getting older and older?"

The man next to Zhu loaded the standard rifle in his hand with bullets and prepared for battle.

"As usual, if they are male monkeys, kill them regardless of age. If there are a lot of them, throw the bodies into the freezer and preserve them."

"Brother, where is the female monkey?"

"The female monkeys are naturally left here to be our common wives. The further development of our tribe depends on them. How can we kill them so easily?"

"Ula Ula Ula"

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Zhu's mouth.

He was well aware of the fear these unintelligent creatures had for the weapons in their hands. As long as he rushed forward and fired a few shots, they would scatter and flee.

He could then release his men and his hunting dogs to give chase.

However, just as he was about to give battle command and shoot out the leading monkey's eyes with a precise sniper shot, suddenly a series of sounds that he had never heard of rang out in the dense forest.

The sound was high and clear, but he could hear the signal for a charge in it.

Almost at the same time, dense javelins attacked them from the front and the trees.

Hunting trails are usually straight because they are the paths trampled out for daily patrols, so the unprepared test subjects become fixed targets for javelins.

"whoosh whoosh"

Those powerful javelins almost passed by his ears, piercing the heart of the test subject who was about to shoot.

The frightened civet quickly lay down under a big tree next to the hunting trail and fought back?

No, except for one or two monkeys on the ground, the rest of the monkeys climbed up the trees. The dense forest was their best camouflage.

Unless there was a sound, it was difficult for them to tell where the monkeys would attack from.

Zhua gave orders to the surrounding tribesmen in a deep voice.

"Crawl back and wait for an opportunity to strike back. The other party must be a survivor dressed as a monkey."

"quick!"

Seeing that his subordinates did not immediately execute the order, Zhu roared at the top of his lungs.

fear?

Back off?

Scattered away?

These common organisms may appear in any animal.

But it will never happen to players who are immersed in the game, except for stand-alone horror games, which are really unbearable.

They are now just guerrillas who are not in Heisenberg's eyes, but they will definitely grow into the best fighters in the future.

In their hearts, they have no burden about the death of characters in the game. At most, they can wait for four days and then they can be resurrected as a hero.

Not to mention that this battle with this test subject was an encounter they had planned.

tester?

Kill them and get rid of the resentment that had accumulated during the two days of building the wooden house due to the repeated failures from Heisenberg's inspections.

The internal test has been going on for so long, and all they have been seeing are battles in CG animations. Finally, they have the chance to fight.

"Use whatever you have! I repeat, use whatever you have!"

"Everyone, please be careful. The other party is the mutant test subject who slaughtered Dala Island. For such evil people, there is no need to talk about morality. Fight them as cruelly as you can."

"You won't accept surrender?"

"I'm sorry, we don't speak the same language and I don't know how to beg for mercy. Let's bury them together."

This encounter was planned by the two teams after they got together, and the commander-in-chief was Kuduo, who was carrying the newly seized guns.

Most of the remaining people's weapons are still mainly javelins, which are easy to make, quick to use, and have great lethality in close combat.

As baboons, it is their most handy weapon.

The branches of the tree kept shaking, and the mutant test subject aimed his gun.

But what made them despair was that even if they hit the opponent, the opponent remained unmoved.

Shouldn't they just run away when they are injured? Are these monkeys seriously ill?

Since there was no advanced radio communication, they communicated with each other only by shouting and screaming.

Anyway, they were all speaking Chinese, so these test subjects wouldn't be able to understand the conversation no matter how hard they tried.

Under the influence of this chaotic yet extremely passionate atmosphere, the players fought more and more fiercely, and ten people fought with the momentum of a hundred people.

More than one hundred mutant test subjects were suppressed and dared not make any unnecessary movements, for fear that a huge javelin would emerge from under the talking leaves.

If they were not concerned about the perverted four-day resurrection mechanism, they would all want to be like the Soviet political commissars, singing Katyusha while holding small stools in their hands, and telling these test subjects what the spirit of Drawing Sword is.