Doomsday Mechs: Starting with a Manufacturing Army

As the entire neighborhood began to riot, many people who had only dared to stay at home came out.

They wanted to take advantage of the crowd to escape.

When Company Commander Chen saw everyone in the community coming downstairs, his blood pressure was about to spike.

"Go back inside! Go back now!!"

He roared hysterically.

So many unarmed people, if they were ambushed by mutated zombies or some other creature and mutated themselves...

One tells ten, ten tell a hundred...

If a riot breaks out, it won't just be a matter of mission failure.

There were only two platoons guarding the outside. Such a concentrated and explosive attack could not be dealt with by just a few dozen people plus heavy firepower.

Moreover, it's nighttime now, and with so many people and zombies rushing out, it's impossible to tell whether they're human or ghost.

If we really let these people break out...

Even if the firepower is strong enough to suppress the zombies, whether or not they can actually fire is another question. Slaughtering zombies and slaughtering ordinary civilians are two completely different things!

however.

The neighborhood was in complete chaos, with everyone desperately trying to get out, and no one paid any attention to Company Commander Chen.

Although the giant ivy was currently preoccupied with the troops and Fei Bozhong and others.

But the mutated creatures, mutated insects, and zombies in the community are still there.

Although everyone was frantically killing all the zombies and mutated creatures they encountered, their sheer numbers created an extremely powerful attack.

But things soon went wrong.

"roar!!!"

A mutated zombie, three meters tall with bulging muscles, resembling the Hulk, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It casually grabbed two people, tore them apart, and then continued charging towards the crowd.

"Ah! Help!!"

"Help me!!"

"Grandma, waaaaah!"

As Wang Cuiying tried to slip away with the crowd, her grandson Weiwei suddenly fell to the ground.

Wang Cuiying immediately became anxious.

"Grandma, waah, my legs hurt so much!"

She turned her grandson around and saw a huge, mutated mosquito biting his bottom.

Wang Cuiying was so frightened that she took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

"grandmother…"

Hearing her grandson's cries for help, Wang Cuiying wanted to rush forward to save him, but looking at the mutated mosquito, she became somewhat afraid.

She immediately gave loud orders to the people running around her.

"I'm Wang Cuiying, the director of the neighborhood committee. Someone please help me!"

"Get over here right now! Or I'll make you regret it!!"

But now everyone is desperately trying to escape, who cares about this old woman?

First they tricked people out of food, then they formed some kind of mutual aid and rescue team, which caused many people to die in that building, Unit 1.

Wang Cuiying's position as director of the neighborhood committee has long lost its credibility.

"You guys... Ouch!!"

Just as Wang Cuiying continued to yell, a young man kicked her to the ground.

"Damn it, you old geezer, you're always causing trouble for people!"

The young man was one of the members who had joined the mutual aid and rescue team last time, and he almost died in that building, so he was naturally very dissatisfied.

After kicking it, he continued to flee towards the gate.

Wang Cuiying took a solid kick, and her whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.

"Grandma!!! Waaaaaah!!"

Hearing her grandson's cries for help, Wang Cuiying struggled to sit up from the ground and looked at her beloved grandson.

But when she forced herself to look at her grandson, she found that her beloved grandson had already fallen lifelessly to the ground.

"Weiwei!"

Wang Cuiying moved with difficulty toward her grandson and hugged his small body, which still retained some warmth.

She burst into tears.

"My darling!"

Half a minute later, accompanied by a roar.

The seemingly dead grandson suddenly opened his eyes and bit Wang Cuiying's neck.

"ah!!"

Although most of the residents of the community initially displayed formidable fighting power.

However, the infection spread insidiously, and the slippery roads due to snow accumulation led to unrest among the crowd.

In particular, some mutated creatures and mutated zombies that are different from ordinary infected people have appeared.

These are things that ordinary people simply cannot handle.

Furthermore, in the dark, without electricity, the limited field of vision makes people more prone to panic.

The initial courage and confidence began to gradually fade away.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

Through night vision goggles, they watched helplessly as chaos unfolded within the community.

Company Commander Chen gritted his teeth and immediately gave orders to the people outside.

"Immediately cancel the gate maintenance and reopen the community!"

Under his orders.

The troops outside temporarily halted their offensive, and the gates of the residential area were quickly closed again by countless vines.

The neighborhood has become completely densely populated again.

Company Commander Chen didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

But he understood that doing so would at least keep the situation within the community.

Military strength is extremely strained across the country, and all local forces are carrying out clearing operations.

Moreover, releasing such a large number of zombies would put even greater pressure on the area.

Before long, people discovered that the gate of the community had been closed again by the vines of the mutated plant.

"We can't get out!!"

"Help!"

"Go home! Go home! Don't go outside!"

Those who reached the gate ran back as fast as they could.

However, there was too much flow of people coming out, and some people were squeezed against the thick vine wall.

Mistaking it for another attack, the vines that had only served as walls immediately began to retaliate.

It frantically pierces through any approaching humans, constantly parasitizing and devouring them.

In less than half a minute, hundreds of people were either devoured or parasitized into green zombies.

Driven by the aggressive plant signals, these green zombies began to launch a frenzied attack on the remaining residents.

In a short time.

Crying and cursing rang out again.

Some people even started killing each other because of a sudden conflict.

Compared to the initial enthusiasm, the true nature of the sand has now been fully revealed.

In an environment without rules and coordination, even in the most critical moments, conflict and death are inevitable.

"Go home! Go home!!"

Company Commander Chen roared wildly.

"I'll send the army to rescue you, you should go back first!!"

At this moment, some people finally realized what was happening and began rushing into the nearest building.

It's the same principle: one person tells ten, ten tell a hundred.

But unlike before when everyone stayed at home, this time tens of thousands of people rushed into the nearest three or four buildings.

It's easy to imagine that these buildings were extremely crowded and densely packed with people at this moment.

Company Commander Chen felt frustrated and resentful.

But he didn't know what to say.

Half a day later, he could only utter one word.

"grass!"

In the darkness, a woman drew closer, accompanied by the cries of a baby.

"Help! Help me!"

Through the night vision goggles, Company Commander Chen saw a woman holding a baby being chased by a zombie not far away.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned his gun and killed the zombie.

However, the moment the woman approached, a stench several times worse than that of rotting zombies wafted over.

Even with a gas mask on, Company Commander Chen gagged a few times.

"Help! Please, please, take me out of here!"

The woman was Xu Qingqing.

Having been chased here by zombies, she seemed to have found a lifeline, holding the baby in one hand and grabbing the soldier's clothes with the other.

They were crying and sobbing, looking utterly miserable.