Another building collapsed.
"Report to the division commander, our blocking mission has been completed."
"We are out of ammunition. I will blow up the building to buy more time for the 7th and 8th Squadrons."
"Commander, thank you for your care over the years. If there is an afterlife, Luo Bing will still be your soldier!"
"There are no cowards in the First Division!"
“…”
Tan Yongge slowly took off his tactical helmet. He looked calmly at the giant who had collapsed in front of him and saluted silently.
Luo Bing, former commander of the First Division, was suppressed by the hawkish faction and demoted to Director of the Logistics Department due to his integrity and refusal to bow to power.
He died at the age of 45.
"Commander, it's bad!"
The few remaining division commander's guards hurriedly pointed in the direction of the 7th and 8th Squadrons.
Tan Yongge was startled and looked up.
I saw that behind the 7th and 8th squadrons, some unique dark creatures appeared at some point.
A tall fat man laughing, a gloomy rotten corpse half-kneeling on the ground, a short, thin creature with thin webbed feet between the toes, and an equally thin dark creature with a bulging belly, a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks.
Tiger-level dark team!
They quietly watched the survivors fleeing in all directions not far away, and gradually walked over.
Tan Yongge felt a chill in his heart.
At most, they could block the tide of zombies in the safe zone, but they were powerless to do anything about the survivors who evacuated.
Could it be that the survivors still cannot escape the fate of being slaughtered?
Are these people destined to sacrifice in vain?
In Huangmao’s live broadcast room.
Countless viewers felt their hearts sink to the bottom when they saw these tiger-level creatures suddenly appear.
Even Huangmao himself sat down on the ground, completely giving up on life.
"Wa ...
The tank corpse monster walked towards it step by step with a smile, but when it was about to arrive, the strange smile on its face stopped abruptly.
Everyone in the live broadcast room exclaimed in surprise.
Even Tan Yongge's eyes widened.
At this moment, in front of this row of oppressive dark teams, a black infantry vehicle was parked quietly.
A young man holding a black knife was sitting quietly in the car, looking solemnly at these tiger-level creatures.
He opened his mouth and a cold word popped out.
"roll."
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