The people around were stunned by Wang Bin's ferocity. Was he even human? They were trying to avoid the zombies, but Wang Bin just kept going wherever there were many zombies, and wherever he went, a large number of zombies fell down.

After his agility attribute improved, Wang Bin felt that he had a completely new understanding of the marksmanship taught by Li Zhengyi, and as he killed more and more zombies, his proficiency also increased.

Seeing Wang Bin wielding his family's marksmanship so skillfully, Li Zhengyi, who was not far away, was very excited. He slung his rifle over his shoulder, picked up a wooden gun, and began to kill zombies, just like Wang Bin.

Li Zhengyi's marksmanship was even better than Wang Bin's, but unfortunately his strength and agility were not as high as Wang Bin's, making him far less efficient.

For a moment, the people on the left saw Wang Bin and Li Zheng wielding their wooden guns with impeccable skill, instantly killing any zombies that got close to them.

Influenced by Wang Bin and Li Zhengyi, the morale of the left wing soared, and the zombies that rushed in were quickly cleared away.

Even so, countless zombies continued to charge towards the group from afar.

The survivors, protected in the middle, looked tense and jogged forward with the group. Because there were too many people and everyone was very nervous, a stampede occurred, and the survivors who fell to the ground were instantly trampled to death by those behind them.

When Division Commander Li and Political Commissar Wang saw this situation, they led their men to shout loudly, "Don't panic!" But it had no effect whatsoever.

Everyone was on edge, focused only on getting to the front, and as the zombies kept rushing in, people pushed and shoved towards the middle, making the line extremely chaotic.

Although there were three or four hundred thousand zombies around, they were scattered around the perimeter of the base. Commander Li and his men chose a direction to break through and did not encounter many zombies.

Half an hour later, the team finally broke through the zombie encirclement and rushed out.

Once the three tanks in front saw that there were no more zombies ahead, they immediately accelerated back to support the flanks. Instantly, the zombies attacking the flanks were either crushed to death by the tanks or killed by artillery shells and heavy machine guns, greatly reducing the pressure on the flanks.

"Speed ​​up! We've broken through the zombie lines!"

When Commander Li saw the three tanks coming back to provide support, he quickly climbed onto the truck and shouted loudly to the crowd.

Hearing Commander Li's shout, the surrounding soldiers and survivors were greatly encouraged, and they all mustered all their strength to run forward.

Breaking through the zombies' defenses doesn't mean they're safe. The zombies that previously surrounded the base are now slowly gathering together and charging towards them. If they can't shake off the horde, they'll still be in great danger.

"Company Commander Zhao, take your men and go for a spin in the zombie horde!" Seeing how effective the tanks were at dealing with the zombies, Division Commander Li immediately ordered Company Commander Zhao of the tank company to charge into the zombie horde behind them, buying some time for the main force.

"yes!"

Without saying a word, Company Commander Zhao immediately assembled the tanks together, and the twelve tanks charged headlong into the horde of zombies that were chasing after them.

Wherever the tanks went, the zombies were crushed to death. Soon, twelve roads were cleared in the zombie horde, but those cleared roads were quickly filled with zombies again.

Company Commander Zhao's charge had another advantage: many zombies stopped chasing the main force and instead turned back to chase the tanks.

Seeing how awesome the tank was, everyone cheered excitedly.

However, after driving the tank into the zombie horde, Company Commander Zhao realized something was wrong. The tank's speed was gradually decreasing, which meant that the zombies behind them were very dense and were already creating resistance for their tank.

"Everyone, turn around and go back!" Company Commander Zhao dared not delay any longer. If the tanks were blocked and broke down, they would be trapped in a sea of ​​zombies and have no chance of survival.

"yes!"

The tank commanders, knowing the urgency of the situation, agreed and immediately turned their tanks around to drive back.

But at that moment, one of the tanks broke down.

"Company commander, my tank has broken down!"

"Ah Hu, hang in there, I'm coming to your aid!"

"No, platoon leader! It's too late! You all retreat now! Remember to kill as many zombies as possible for us! Open fire! Fire all the shells and bullets!"

"Yes, squad leader!"

The soldiers inside the tank knew they were doomed. One of them, his eyes bloodshot, kept pulling the trigger, and in an instant, countless zombies around the tank died.

Because of the large amount of resources used up previously, all the shells and bullets were quickly used up.

When the tank squad leader saw that the company commander was ignoring his obstruction and was actually driving a tank to rescue them, he immediately took out his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Company commander, you have to go back! You can't save us!"

"No, I can do it!"

"Company commander, we've run out of ammunition. We only have one grenade left! Company commander, farewell, my comrades!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled clap of thunder was heard on the walkie-talkie, and then there was silence on the other end.

"Ah Hu!"

"Fuck him to death!"

Knowing that Ah Hu had chosen to commit suicide with a grenade to prevent Company Commander Zhao from rescuing them, the soldiers' eyes turned red. They kept driving tanks to crush the zombies while constantly pulling the triggers, killing any zombies that dared to stand in their way.

"Turn the vehicle around and go back!" Company Commander Zhao slammed his fist into the hard steel plate, issuing the order to retreat. Then, seeing his soldiers' eyes bloodshot with rage, he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Cease fire! Cease fire! Everyone stop firing! Conserve your ammunition!"

Most of the men had stopped firing, but one tank was still firing recklessly. The squad leader and Ah Hu were from the same hometown and had a very good relationship. After learning that Ah Hu had committed suicide, he had gone mad and wouldn't listen to anything. He kept pulling the trigger of the heavy machine gun.

"Dayong, you fucking stop firing! That's an order, didn't you hear me! Xiaohuang, what are you guys standing there for? Hurry up and stop your squad leader!"

Upon hearing the company commander's order, Xiao Huang and the others from Tank Li left only one of them to drive the tank while the others rushed over to pull their squad leader away. It took the squad leader quite a while to regain his senses.

Soon the tanks broke through the zombie horde and caught up with the main force, then continued forward in their original formation, protecting everyone.

When the tanks returned, everyone cheered as if they had won a battle. However, the people sitting inside the tanks were not happy at all. They drove the tanks silently with cold faces.

Seeing how powerful the tank was, Wang Bin decided he absolutely had to get one. Given the current attack power of the zombies, as long as the tank had fuel, hiding inside would be absolutely safe, and killing zombies would be a breeze. He could almost see all his martial arts skills rapidly leveling up to the maximum.

Thanks to that maneuver, the main force finally managed to leave the zombies far behind. However, the zombies are tireless, so getting rid of them completely will be very difficult.

Division Commander Li glanced at the map and immediately gave orders to Company Commander Zhao of the tank company, instructing him to lead his troops toward the bridge five kilometers away. At the same time, he sent engineers ahead to plant explosives, so that the bridge would be destroyed as soon as they crossed.