The zombies behind can ignore the death or life of their panions. When they can't conquer the bunker, the zombies give full play to their subjective initiative and begin to overlap again.
A large number of zombies were trampled to death under the cover, and as stepping stones, they piled higher and higher. The zombies behind you stepped on me and I stepped on you, gradually climbing up to the cover.
Although Wu Long's troops above the bunker tried their best to counterattack and intercept, the fearless style and spirit of the zombies were truly powerful and explosive. Finally, the zombies climbed over the bunker and killed inside the position.
Soldiers wielding weapons and striving to kill zombies cannot alleviate the fate of death. The zombies, in groups of three or five, knocked down one warrior after another, fiercely attacking them, devouring flesh and blood.
The howls echoed one after another on the battlefield, deafening. The soldiers unleashed their last desperate howl of strength, and then, with reluctance and pain, turned into zombies eating their meals in their mouths.
Wu Long waved his mand knife and slashed at the surrounding zombies. However, there were zombies everywhere, and his own son was dead.
Wu Long turned his head and glanced behind him. The zombie had already isolated the space for his retreat, and there was no chance of escaping.
Wu Long's sword wielding hand was tightly grasped by several zombies, and the slender and sharp nails of the zombies had already pinched into his arm, causing great pain to Wu Long.
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