doomsday lamb

five minutes ago.

"Da da da da da."

Copper bullets roared out from the muzzle accompanied by bright gun flames, and drove into the group of black corpses one after another.

Everyone around him calls him Aping, but from now on...it seems that no one will call him that again.

The ammunition reserves in the double magazine were rapidly decreasing, the barrel was getting hot, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke gradually came out.

The black corpse was accidentally hit by a bullet in the eye socket and died on the spot. The black corpse was pierced by several bullets through the spine and rolled to the ground. The black corpse on the side had its cervical spine broken and temporarily lost its threat...

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However, more black corpses are coming forward step by step.

Those piles of debris that serve as cover and obstacles don't work at all!

"Crash", the tables and chairs that were least taken care of when stacked in several places fell over.

He overestimated the sturdiness of the obstacles he had set up, and even underestimated the strength of these zombie monsters.

Yes, zombies are also products of the evolution of crystal cores. How can we use common sense before the disaster to speculate?

The shoulder blades and chest muscles were tortured by the gun butt and recoil, and the accuracy of shooting was further reduced.

In the current continuous fire state, even ten shots can't kill three or two black corpses!

If switched to burst firing, the accuracy will indeed be easier to control, but the amount of damage will be significantly reduced.

After all, he was just an amateur who was led by his father to practice shooting a few times.

Today's shooting volume has far exceeded all the targets he has ever hit.

The automatic rifle that had run out of ammunition was thrown forward, knocking a rather thin black corpse off its feet.

He rolled back and hid behind a new level of bunker. Two Paletta mini-submachine guns were in his hands in an instant, more bullets spurted out of the barrels, and the forward momentum of the zombies was also stagnated.

But this kind of victory is only temporary. After holding the gun with both hands, Aping has no accuracy at all. In other words, the low-level black corpses with no intelligence will crowd together and let him slaughter, and the bullets will be counted wherever they hit.

It's not like "missing the target".

And his body could no longer support it. His shoulders had become swollen under the continuous high-frequency vibration, and even his bones could almost feel the pain. Sooner or later, Aping's hands would be unable to hold these two micro-shots!

A Ping endured it, and the steel torrent composed of bullets barely suppressed the advance of the corpses.

However, he was very close to the group of corpses, so close that he could almost see the bloody flesh and blood hanging from the corner of the mouth of a certain black corpse.

Which unlucky person was torn to pieces and eaten?

Stranger, friend, or... relative?

"Ah! Go to hell!"

Aping opened his bloodshot eyes and fired both guns. Dozens of bullets instantly smashed the black corpse into a sieve.

But this also comes at a price. Because of his willfulness, the black corpses in other directions are closer to him.

And behind him is the warehouse door - this is the last line of defense he has laid out in advance, and he has no way out.

Even if he was not willful this time, it was destined. Because every time he stopped firing to replace the magazine, the corpses would take advantage of this short gap to get closer to him...

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta...ta..."

The magazine was empty again. Aping pulled out the empty magazine as quickly as possible, then stretched his hand to the table on the side. Unexpectedly, when he raised his hand, he touched an empty magazine.

Running out of ammunition...

Even though he had found so many matching guns in advance and spent a long time in the ammunition depot filling up a mountain of magazines, he never thought that the sound of gunshots would attract so many black corpses.

This is not even a densely populated emerging urban area!

Matching the number of black corpses with the number of bullets is simply a fool's plan that leaves no margin.

A bullet can kill a person, and can seriously injure a person and make him incapacitated. But if it is placed on a zombie monster after a disaster, it will not work at all.

If Lang Hua were here, he would definitely know

These. But A Ping is not Lang Hua, nor does he have the resume and experience of Lang Hua in dealing with the corpse tide in his previous life.

Did he regret it? It was unclear. There was only a blank in his mind.

Go back to the ammunition depot and reload... Once the zombies block the door, you will never be able to escape.

No, run away? Why should he run away? How dare he run away!

If he didn't kill all the monsters and murderers in front of him, he might as well die immediately!

There are two grenades on the table, which were originally used to explode a breach and escape when surrounded by a small number of black corpses.

But at that time, I never imagined the size of the corpse group today...

Two grenades are just a drop in the bucket...it's strange to be able to blast a gap among hundreds of black corpses.

The hideous-looking black corpses seemed to know that they were about to catch fresh prey, and the muddy saliva from their mouths rushed out and dripped to the ground.

The "ho-ho" sound that seems to have remained unchanged for thousands of years still sounds unclear, but it is clearly much louder.

An instinctive reflex thirsting for evolutionary energy, a strange combination of black fog spore colonies and walking dead hosts...

A Ping smiled miserably: "Am I going to follow the same path as my grandfather and father?"

Then he saw the knife stuck to his waist.

This set of Tang knives originally belonged to my grandfather and was given to him by the old man at his coming-of-age ceremony earlier this year.

"Just..." Aping took a deep breath and put his hands on his waist.

"bite."

The long sword was unsheathed, and he seemed to have power again. Just the blade of the sword was spinning, and he cut off the head of a black corpse that reached beside him.

Unfortunately, this small victory quickly disappeared like ripples on a pond.

One black corpse was chopped down, but more black corpses rushed to fill the gap.

Victims fighting for food during a famine... this is probably the scene.

However, he is not willing to be easy food for his opponent, he does not want to be a stepping stone on his opponent's evolutionary path, and he is not willing to be a piece of fish that can be easily exploited by others!

My father disobeyed his grandfather and gave up martial arts to join the army. Eventually, he injured his leg in a border friction and returned to Shashi to serve as a minister of the armed forces. However, he had no conditions to continue practicing martial arts.

But he was different. The daily compulsory education did not delay his grandfather's high hopes for him. After laying a solid foundation, Aping started practicing swordsmanship with his grandfather at the age of 12.

Countless evenings with colorful clouds floating in the sky, countless weekends when he was forced to stay away from his peers, from wooden sticks to bamboo knives to iron knives, it took years and months of accumulation to successfully survive that terrifying midnight.

For this reason, he had thought more than once whether his father would have survived the night of Advent if he had continued practicing martial arts.

Rather than being lame and unable to dodge, he was bitten by the transformed grandfather and eventually became a zombie-like monster.

Martial arts is not just moves and routines in the eyes of ordinary people. Whether it is fist fights or swords and weapons, from the most realistic perspective, practitioners can master their limbs more flexibly through thousands of exercises.

Limbs, center of gravity, dash, dodge, more than enough attack and defense...

Knowledge makes people full of energy, but martial arts makes people truly familiar with every corner of themselves.

The mind will gradually catch up with the movements of the body, instead of being an awkward contradiction between the two parties.

Finally, precise control of one's own limbs is achieved.

Every movement and stillness is done according to one's heart, that's all.

But……

If his father had not given up martial arts back then, he would have definitely been able to escape the moment before the black zombie's teeth clenched, just like he had avoided his father's several bites after the zombie transformation.

If he could let go of his so-called rebellion and self-esteem and practice swordsmanship with his grandfather again after changing his career, he would be able to react.

Even if you are shocked, hesitant, and confused, even if the people in front of you were once relatives... But just like what my grandfather once taught - the person who holds the sword must not show mercy.

But...there is no if.

Section 2

The Tang Hengdao in Aping's hands has been in the hands of his grandfather for forty years. He commissioned a friend to make it by referring to the ancient method of "steel filling". It is even more sophisticated than the famous Sutie Dao.

He slid backwards to avoid the scratch from the black corpse in front of him, but unexpectedly hit the warehouse door.

Not only is there no way to retreat, but having no room to move left and right is a more dangerous situation than being surrounded.

Ah Ping gritted his teeth and swung his right arm horizontally to slash the black corpse's neck with a narrow-edged and thick-ridged Tang Dao. The sharp blade cut off the black corpse's head with the help of inertia!

But also because of inertia, the headless black corpse fell towards him.

In this case, he knew that he must not be suppressed!

In desperation, Aping had no choice but to raise his blade to block the speed-type black corpse coming towards him from the left, while taking a step forward. With a powerful and heavy knee, the headless black corpse turned around and leaned back.

When it landed, the tip of the double-edged knife penetrated the ground, piercing the head of the black corpse whose mouth was still opening and closing.

He didn't want to be bitten on the ankle by this guy in the subsequent battle and suffer a secret loss.

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Ah Ping's dash forward was an extremely bold move into the depths of the corpse group.

Although they had room to move around, they were surrounded by enemies on all sides. The situation could not be said to have improved.

The black corpses that originally pounced on where he was standing before bumped into the iron door of the warehouse.

But there were a few speedy, thin black zombies who reacted very quickly, turned around and pounced on them again.

"Qiang."

Another horizontal knife was unsheathed from behind.

Although the horizontal sword is a two-handed sword with a medium-long handle, the blade is less than one meter long and can be controlled with one hand.

But this puts a great test on the swordsman's basic skills and physical fitness.

Swinging a steel knife weighing several kilograms for a long time in combat is different from daily practice. Doing so puts a huge load on the wrist and requires the alertness of multitasking.

Even Aping, who has been practicing swordsmanship since childhood, cannot maintain this state for too long.

But this is the best way to solve the current predicament. What happens next... he can't think that far ahead!

The narrow blade about eighty centimeters long was swung into the wind in front of Aping, isolating several speed-type black corpses from the sword screen.

"There is a gap!"

Seeing that the culling offensive of the corpses was disrupted, there was very little space for the black corpses behind A Ping.

He held the blade in front of him and pushed it hard, using the force of the black corpse hitting the blade to squeeze through the gap at the side and rear.

He didn't just want to die, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he was unwilling to bury his life here.

Even if we die together, we don’t want to!

Even if we die together, we must die together with all the zombie monsters, and die together with this damn apocalypse!

But the price of borrowing strength was also obvious - his chest was hit hard by the spine of the knife, causing him to almost lose his breath.

The thick coat I had put on in advance was scratched until the cotton wool turned out, and my wrists also ached due to twisting.

He knew that he couldn't maintain this state of holding a knife with both hands for a long time.

Maybe two more minutes, or maybe even less...

The longer the blade, the heavier it becomes. Although it is full of lethality, it is an even heavier burden and drain on myself as my physical strength is gradually exhausted.

There is also a barrier knife tied to each calf. The wide-blade blade is only 20 centimeters, which allows him to maintain a longer fighting time.

But on the contrary, every inch short is every inch dangerous. Can the tattered coat covering the body still support him to escape?

Is his fate to be gradually transformed into a corpse after being scratched, or to be eaten up by the black corpses?

He doesn't want to give up yet.

But... I don't know if it was God's will, but the direction he wanted to break through was once again filled with a large number of black corpses, and because he had to avoid the heavy punches of several power-type black corpses, he gradually returned to the area near the warehouse.

Location……