As fog enveloped the city, the situation became even worse for the remaining survivors.
You never know what will suddenly come out of the fog. When a group of zombies walk out of the fog, it will be too late for you to run.
The thin man looked cautiously into the distance, gently rummaging through the garbage to find some food, his blue face sweating with nervousness.
Soon, half a rotten apple was turned out, and he couldn't help but show joy on his face.
There was an imperceptible sound, and the man felt a chill on his back, and he turned around suddenly to glance.
Figures in black uniforms emerged from the fog and quickly surrounded him, pointing silenced guns at him.
The man was stunned. Looking at the clothes on these people, he was overjoyed and raised his hands quickly.
"I am alive! I am alive! Are you from the military? You finally sent someone to rescue us... Do you know how I have been living these days..."
The leading officer waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately dispersed and stood guard in the surroundings.
The officer helped the man up and looked him over. He said in a deep and rich voice, "We are the Second Temporary Rescue Team of the North District. My name is Wu Cheng."
The man burst into tears, his eyes bloodshot, "Captain Wu, how many people do you have? What planes, cannons, etc.? Hurry up and kill all these terrible monsters!"
"You don't know... how many people died... Groups of people were overwhelmed by zombies, my wife and children... wuwuwu..."
Wu Cheng sighed imperceptibly and handed over half a compressed biscuit. "I'm sorry, our mission failed. You should retreat with our team."
"retreat……"
At this time, the follow-up troops in the fog also slowly caught up, and the man looked at the group of people in disbelief.
There were neither the armored tanks nor the organized army as he had imagined. Instead, there were a group of old, weak, and disabled people in tattered and bloodstained clothes, each with a look of numbness and despair on their face.
He looked around at the twenty or so soldiers on guard, then at the nearly one hundred survivors, and shouted in a state of collapse, "Why...why do you only have so few people?"
Wu Cheng's voice became even deeper. "We encountered... a group of tens of thousands of zombies, led by a terrifying zombie."
"Most of the brothers died to cover the retreat."
He recalled the horrific scene he had never seen before, countless zombies crowded on the road, not wandering around looking for food, but dragging their bodies in an orderly manner towards an unknown destination.
A huge and weird zombie with a pile of fat like a small mountain was supported in the center, directing the direction of the zombie tide.
Their rescue team actually discovered the zombie tide very early, but because of the fog, they thought that the mutated zombies could not find them.
But the zombie king soon discovered their whereabouts and used strange means to make the drone lose contact, and tens of thousands of zombies rushed directly to their location.
Endless zombies, drowned survivors, brothers who blew themselves up to cover their retreat...
"Captain Wu, something's happening."
The soldier's reminder interrupted his recollection. He picked up the gun and gave the man a warning.
"Go to the back of the team. If we all die, run to the side of Crescent School. There is another rescue team there. They can take you to a safe area."
The soldiers held their guns and stared vigilantly into the depths of the fog, from where they heard a panting sound, accompanied by the chewing of wild beasts.
A head rolled across the ground and stopped in front of the soldiers.
A human female with long bloodstained hair. There were no signs of corruption on her face, indicating that she was a normal person before her death.
Her pupils were dilated and her expression was full of disbelief before she died. Her death was miserable.
In the fog, the sounds of the beast's breathing and chewing could still be heard. Wu Cheng took a look at the head and ordered to open fire.
More than twenty guns were pointed at the direction where the sound came from. The dense barrage of bullets was like raindrops hitting the fog. These veterans who had seen hundreds of battles had excellent marksmanship and could hit the target accurately even without sight of the target.
A roar was heard in the fog, and the beast let out a terrifying howl in pain.
The soldiers were not surprised. After the mutation, the skin of these mutant beasts became very hard, and many times bullets could only cause serious damage but could not kill them directly.
A moment later, a new round of fire covered the area, and a figure suddenly jumped out of the fog and attacked and killed the nearest soldier.
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