While Li Yang was advancing, the Orc vanguard had also officially entered the second battle.
The huge convoy started firing before they even got close. Thousands of machine guns fired at the same time, and the flood of bullets drowned the gathered zombies.
With the belief that painting it red would make it faster, even the speed of the bullet was faster, and the speed of the overload was also faster.
The faster the bullet, the stronger the damage.
Even if his skin was tough and his body was like iron, he still could not block the bullets that were flying towards him.
By the time the first wave of fire had passed, the zombies in front of them had already been reduced by more than half.
Stepping on the accelerator at full speed, they soon closed the distance.
The kids stopped shooting and revealed bloodthirsty smiles. They longed for the sound of knives cutting into flesh and the moment of blood splashing.
The vanguard troops were all machete boys. Compared to the machine gun boys at the back, they preferred close combat.
The Storm brats flew into the sky one by one and charged at the zombies.
As for collisions, sudden explosions, and falling to the ground, they could be ignored.
The Storm brats who landed safely or still alive in the zombie crowd waved their dual blades with all their might, cutting everything in front of them into pieces.
Some of the Storm brats were smarter. They flew at a low altitude and used the impact to slash people.
Like an eagle, they swooped down to kill a wave before flying back up.
Of course, the consequence of doing so was that some of them did not turn in time and directly rushed to the ground to die.
Some of the engines had failed or exploded due to overload.
But there was no doubt that these Storm brats had already had their fill. In the words of the orcs: "We can die without regrets!"
After the Storm brats killed a wave of them, the motorcade charged in.
Under Victor's lead, they were like a steel knife, cutting through the zombie army.
The truck troops followed closely behind. Their thick armor and powerful kinetic energy transformed them into terrifying battering rams.
Following the convoy was like a triangular brush, leaving behind only broken corpses and dust wherever it brushed past.
Until they were blocked by obstacles or ran into a crowd of zombies and lost their momentum. It could also be that the engine was broken.
Some of the trucks stopped anyway, and the orc boys rushed out of the cars.
The yellow machete in his hand slashed at the nearby zombies as if he was cutting melons and vegetables.
Only then did the technician in the car begin to check the condition of the car and repair it.
They took out the oil gourd that they had prepared and filled it with oil. If they didn't have any, they added water. They also grabbed a corpse and let it bleed. They even stuffed a fart or a snot into it.
"Anyway, I thought I could run away like this!”
Victor relied on his speed and strength to kill the zombies.
When the vanguard army was satisfied with the killing, the fartiffs and snot goblins that filled the mountains and plains behind them also rushed over.
Some of them jumped and jumped into the city, biting or self-destructing the zombies they saw.
The tankers who knew how to pull the pin and throw the grenade were enjoying the explosion while throwing grenades, missiles, and other unknown bombs.
Anyway, it was a bomb made of various things. There might be oil from Scrugger, snot from a snot, or even a finger from a fart.
It was even better than Da Vinci's Ten Strongest Weapons, but the difference was that the items thrown out by the orcs were really useful!
Even if this thing didn't look like a bomb, it would still explode.
It might just explode into a pile of snot or mud!
The Explosive Hammer boys were even crazier. They were holding hammers made from bundles of bombs and wooden sticks.
"Waaagh!"”
Then, he used his powerful arm strength to smash the enemy's head.
If they were lucky enough, the kinetic energy might detonate the bomb, which would attract the excited howls of the surrounding kids.
In short, madness and savagery were the eternal theme of the Beastmen.
When the machine gun boys arrived, the scene became even more chaotic!
The roar of the guns could not be drowned out by the orcs 'voices except for the bombs.
The flames were like snakes, and the bullets were like rain!
Brainless and unhappy battles were always fun.
Zombies who had lost their intelligence and barbarians who weren't too smart were engaged in one weird and crazy battle after another on this corrupted planet.
Deep underground, a few bubbles seemed to pop up in the black star core, and then they fell silent.
More and more mushrooms grew, and more and more beastmen crawled out.
Following the path of their predecessors, they picked up the weapons that had been casually thrown away, and the newborn orcs swarmed in all directions.
Their skin was darker and their bodies were smaller, but their scarlet eyes were filled with madness and killing intent.
Under the blood-red sky, the torrential rain made the mushrooms grow even bigger.
One city after another fell, the villages on the road were burned down, and the cars parked on the roadside were even more dilapidated.
Highways, utility poles, and bridges gradually disappeared and collapsed. The traces of human civilization quickly disappeared from the planet through darkness and barbarism.
The humans who had been abandoned by the plane's will might have never thought that such a day would come when the light was still spreading to the earth.
The great civilization of mankind, the dazzling city flowers, were still insignificant in the endless river of time, and those that could not be touched could not be regretted!
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"Sir, there are more zombies outside the city.”
"Yes, gather some people to clean up.”
"Yes, those sows are clamoring to eat it.”
"Hmph, throw those troublemakers out to feed the zombies. I don't need disobedient things.”
"Yes."
"Food is reserved for strong men and gods. Weak women can only be dominated.”
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With the arrival of the apocalypse, the original laws and morals had collapsed.
The strong who evolved had everything, power, wealth, power, and women!
They controlled the zombies at will and built high walls to block the zombies and humanity.
Outside the wall was the silent darkness.
Inside the wall was the hell of humanity.
The people outside the wall wanted to come in, and the people inside the wall wanted to go out.
Survival, dignity, freedom, and humanity were so absurd in this corrupted world.
The tables were always turning. Pretty women were reduced to playthings, while powerful men were complacent.
Those who grasped Transcendents became superior people. No one dared to resist. Those who resisted became people outside the city.
He was bullied yesterday, and now he had awakened his ability. He woke up in the morning, took revenge in the afternoon, died in the afternoon, and had dinner at night.
A person without power would be reduced to a puppet. It was not even as valuable as a bottle of water or a piece of bread.
In the post-apocalyptic world, who knew how many people had tasted humans?
No one knew what kind of meat was inside the stinky, moldy, and freshly made canned food.
But what was the use? Having something to eat was better than being eaten.
The lords didn't support him?
Waaaaaaaaaaagh!
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