Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Just when Fang Qingyun was at a loss, he, as the brain of a zombie, received an order from hell: order the Second Company of the Third Battalion of the First Regiment of the 92nd Hell Light Armored Division to take all the troops that can be mustered and march southwest along the railway line to the rebel camp in Milan to support the cannon fodder zombies and eliminate all the people inside.

Milan? Fang Qingyun caught this detail. If I remember correctly, the protagonist and his group escaped from Milan in the first chapter. Does this mean that the plot has not yet begun?

Now is the best time to catch a ride. If you don't go, don't even think about starting your personal line so easily. The only two places Fang Qingyun remembers are Milan and Rome.

Milan is the first chapter, and Rome is the final decisive chapter.

If Milan doesn't catch up now, he might have to go to Rome and wait.

Following the instructions, Fang Qingyun began to move along the railway line at his fastest speed. Zombies wouldn't get tired anyway, but... his stiff muscles limited his speed.

Fang Qingyun felt that he was already the fastest, but this speed was just the normal speed of an ordinary person in long-distance running. At this speed, it would take him two hours to reach Milan.

There is no other way to find other vehicles now. The only thing we can do is to run. The derailed train behind has blocked the entire railway. It is a dream to expect a new train to arrive within two hours.

"Alas," Fang Qingyun shook his head, "The road ahead is long and arduous... I've worn my legs out from running..."

Fortunately, with the guidance of the command, Fang Qingyun would not get lost. In his sight, an orange aura was moving forward along the road, and Milan showed a strong presence at the end of this aura.

Fang Qingyun took a shortcut and ran all the way, finally arriving in the city of Milan after an hour and a half.

Chapter 25: The rebel camp is strong and powerful. Hey, I was just pretending.

On the other side, danger is approaching the rebel camp in Milan.

A bullet shot into the wandering zombie's head. The fragile head was shattered and lost its shape under the attack of the rifle bullet. The headless and bleeding corpse also staggered and fell down.

Carl put down the rifle in his hand and made two gestures to the back. Then a strong man climbed over the roadblock from behind and helped the two female comrades to cross over.

The strong man Boris checked his shotgun and said to Carl: "I don't know why they called us here."

The man was weathered, his body as rugged as his shotgun, his muscular upper arms bringing unimaginable strength to ordinary people. No one could suppress this bear-like sturdy man in close combat. As a Soviet, he had the courage and brute force to fight a bear with his bare hands. He once relied on a machete to chop his way out of a pile of empty shell zombies.

Carl shook his head, causing the bandage on his head to bleed. His injuries had not yet fully healed, and now the simple action of shaking his head gave him a splitting headache, which made the corners of his mouth purse unconsciously.

Jun holds a pistol. As a member of the Communist Party, she has a firm will to fight. Because she often uses pistols, she is very good at it. Continuous close-range headshots are her forte. When it comes to protecting people, she has advantages that others don't have.

The last female is Shura, a black woman who is good at using a bunch of stuff to blow up zombies. The grenades in her hands seem to have life. They will grow eyes and run towards the enemy, causing a gorgeous explosion.

The four protagonists have gathered. They received an order from the headquarters to quickly return to the rebel camp in Milan. This incoherent order made Carl suspect that this was a conspiracy. It was not surprising that the zombies did anything.

Empty shell zombies naturally don't have this ability. They can't even hold a gun. They can only wave around the things in their hands. Those things are all kinds of things, including knives, shovels, hammers, and even the broken limbs of another zombie. Those who don't have these miscellaneous weapons will tear them apart with their hands. Although these zombies don't have the ability to move quickly, their strong palms and sharp nails are enough to leave a normal person with something before he can break out of his encirclement.

The zombies Carl was talking about were "organized zombies", that is, zombies directly commanded by the "General". The "General" was extremely cunning, and had pretended to help each other with humans, but stabbed them in the back in the end. Fortunately, humans had been prepared, and the "General" suffered heavy losses.

The troops of a "general" are often elite. These elites have brains far superior to those of ordinary zombies, and are even on par with normal people. They can use guns and timed explosives, and are good at ambushing, coordinating, and even sneaking around quietly. The low-level elites completely obey their superiors, and the top-level zombies even have tactical awareness.

This is quite scary.

Carl had been ambushed by elite zombies more than once, had gun battles with zombie snipers, and had been bombed by zombies at close range. These zombies would even disguise themselves as normal people and launch surprise attacks when you let your guard down, making it impossible to defend yourself against them.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, zombies either have nothing but the ability to infect, or are biological weapons like the trackers in Resident Evil that can wield guns. No one would have thought that a zombie would wear red vampire night vision goggles, come out from behind someone, "bang bang" shoot two shotguns at a unlucky guy, and then drop a grenade and retreat.

What kind of zombie is this?

Carl, who had suffered losses before, was very suspicious of everything like this. He was not even on guard against the zombie who was wearing a pilot's uniform and claimed to be conscious. Who knew if he was a "sleeper agent" who was hypnotized and joined the team? The kind that could be awakened and perform tasks with a wake-up word?

Now the pilot is still staying in a safe house. He will be contacted and asked to come over after Carl and the others are safe.

The feeling today was obviously different from before. Carl and his group vigilantly held guns and cleared the zombies along the way, fearing that a zombie would emerge among the zombies. However, these zombies were all hollow shells and posed no threat. Soon, a field of zombie corpses was left behind them, and they arrived safely at the entrance of the camp.

The rebels set up their camp in the train station. They blocked the entrance to the train station with a steel door. Near the steel door, they placed a large number of electrified barbed wire, concrete dragon tooth piles and iron Rommel bamboo shoots. They used various waste materials to raise the wall to three meters. They also set up scaffolding behind the gate to form small watchtowers where sentinels could go up and observe the surrounding situation.

The entire gate looks like a modern version of the Great Wall. It looks solid as a rock, but it's actually a fake. Those garbage can only block empty shell zombies, but it's dangerous to encounter even one organized zombie. They prepared some explosives and could blow this electric rolling door up to the sky in minutes. The huge noise would attract a tide of zombies, and the people inside would definitely be in trouble.

Fortunately, the only thing that is not lacking in this area is empty shell zombies. These empty shell zombies don't have cannons, let alone grenades. They just wander around the door stupidly every day and are then shot and killed by the sentries. These empty shell zombies are not only slow in movement, but also very weak.

Occasionally there would be one or two armored giants two meters tall, or one or two ammunition transporters with guns mixed in, but that was easy to deal with. Although these unorganized ammunition transporters were equipped with assault rifles, they did not know how to aim or change magazines. Their existence was like a carefully packaged gift box, coming over to deliver ammunition to the rebels.

The ammunition transporter who doesn't know how to aim can only shoot the assault rifle with one hand. He himself doesn't even know where the bullet will fly. If he gets hit, he has to think carefully and wonder if it is retribution for his bad deeds.

The Armored Giant is similar. Although the name is intimidating, it is actually just a tall armored zombie. Except for the thicker armor, it is no different from an ordinary hollow shell zombie.

Therefore, regular shooting on the watchtower has become a habit for the sentries. The commander of the rebel camp turns a blind eye to this matter. It only wastes some bullets, but it can effectively control the number of zombies around and train the new recruits' marksmanship. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Inside the train station are the living area and the armed area, with a large amount of weapons and equipment, medical supplies, and radios to communicate with the outside world. Since the railroad tracks are also under their control, the creative resistance soldiers use wire gates that move up and down to block the railroad tracks, creating a large enough space for living. Even the platform has been converted into a residential area. When a train comes, the wire gates are raised to get a train full of fresh blood and supplies.

In this way, we can get a steady supply of support through the train. Generally speaking, as long as the shampooer is still in hell, those zombie half-track vehicles and zombie tanks will not appear in the world, and the remaining empty shell zombies without command are all cannon fodder and can be easily wiped out.

"Who is it? Stop!" The sentry on the top saw Carl and shouted, pointing several guns at the bottom at the same time.

Carl raised his hands to show that he meant no harm: "It's me, Carl"

The sentinels did not relax. Although this place was very safe, there was no guarantee that elite zombies would infiltrate. All they had to do was disguise the old wounds exposed on the body. Once the elite zombies sneaked in, it would be like a Terminator sneaking into the crowd or an Arctic wolf sneaking into the Husky.

Even if their weapons were taken away during the inspection, these elite zombies could still pin down these ordinary people with their unmatched strength and fighting skills. The only difference was whether their necks were broken in one second or their hearts were removed in two seconds.

"Okay, Carl, I'll call you that for now. Take off the bandage on your head." The sentry did not relax their vigilance. It was routine operation to wrap the wound with a bandage to prevent the hideous flesh and blood under the skin from being exposed. If there was not even a trace of blood on the bandage after Carl removed it, or the wound on his head was not naturally formed, then they would shoot immediately.

Carl understood the sentinel's hidden intention. He slowly removed the bandage on his head. The bandage was stuck together because of the blood that seeped out. He had to use some force to tear it off. Carl exerted a little force, and the pain made him tremble unconsciously. As the bandages fell off in circles, the horrible wound inside was exposed.

The wound spanned almost half of his head. The rifle bullet grazed the outside of his skull and shaved off almost half of the skin on his head. It was the wound left when he was sniping against an "exception". When the opponent inflicted such a horrible wound on him, he shot off half of the opponent's head with one shot and sent him back to hell.

Blood and plasma flowed from his forehead. The wound broke again due to the removal of the bandage, and blood slowly seeped out. The sentinels relaxed when they saw this scene. They confirmed Carl's identity as a human.

They put away their guns and pulled up the shutters. "We are very sorry. For safety reasons, we have to resort to this last resort. Please go inside. Our doctor will bandage your wound again. If it hurts, he will give you an injection of morphine, which may make you feel better."

Carl discarded the old bandage, as the contaminated bandage could not be tied back on his body. He took the gauze handed to him by Jun and pressed it on the wound to stop the bleeding. Boris helped the strong man walk inside, and the rolling shutter door fell behind the four people, isolating them from the outside world where zombies were rampant.

Several people helped Karl to sit down in the train station. Jun bandaged Karl's wound, and Boris got an injection of morphine from the doctor. Karl refused it very stubbornly. The last thing a sniper can do is to get addicted to cigarettes and drugs. Although morphine is a good painkiller and sedative, it is also a drug. Once you get addicted, you may not be able to quit.

If a sniper becomes addicted to drugs while sniping, he is holding the finger of death and may be taken away at any time.

"Okay, I'll keep it for myself." Boris put the morphine into his bag. If one day he suffered an injury that he couldn't bear, perhaps he would use this to say goodbye to the world.

"Let's go, everyone. The commander is waiting for you." The rebel soldier who came to greet them waited patiently until the wound on Carl's head was bandaged, and told him the reason why he was waiting.

Carl moved his head slightly to make sure the bandage was tight, and several people followed the rebel soldiers upstairs with their weapons.

Chapter 26: I'm really pretending, it breaks at the slightest touch

The command center is set up on the rooftop of the train waiting room. This place has a wide view and, more importantly, a good signal. Through the window, one can see the fortifications at the entrance of the train station, and on the other side one can see the situation at the train entrance. It can be said to be a key commanding height, which also facilitates command.

The stairs were made of steel plates, with gaps between which one could poke one's feet out. They looked very dangerous and shaky, but fortunately there were handrails. Several people started chatting with the soldier who was leading the way. The soldier was also a chatterbox, and once he started talking he couldn't stop. Several people climbed up step by step while chatting.

Suddenly, Carl's ears caught a noise. Realizing that something was wrong, he ignored the steep stairs and looked towards the railroad tracks. A fully loaded train was approaching the train station, but the wire door of the train station had not been opened yet, and... the train was going too fast!

The train, without slowing down, crashed straight into the wire gate. The fragile wire gate was instantly pushed against the front of the train, and the chain tied to the wire gate acted like a steel whip, knocking over several rebel soldiers who realized something was wrong and ran towards this side.

Carl was prepared for the impact. Although the stairs shook violently under the impact and the people on them rolled like they were on a roller coaster, the battle-hardened group of people still found a place to stabilize their bodies and were not injured. However, the resistance soldiers walking in front were not so lucky.

He was bounced high up by the twisting iron stairs, and when he came down, he missed a step and lost his balance. He was thrown out with a scream, and his waist hit the handrail downstairs while falling. Then he slid off the handrail and continued to fall, hitting the ground heavily. Blood flowed from his broken body like a doll, and his body was almost folded in half, so he couldn't even utter a cry for help.

Boris felt very regretful. He almost grabbed the innocent soldier by the collar just now, which would have caused him to fall down the stairs at most instead of losing his life.

But now is not the time to think about that. The collision of the train and the obstacles formed a strange chain reaction. The chain collision swept in everything on the platform near the train tracks. The train overturned and crushed several soldiers who were unable to dodge.

A raging fire started from the locomotive. When the soldiers who were trying to put out the fire arrived in front of the train, they discovered the creatures inside. Those who were not yet scared out of their wits started shouting, "Zombies are coming in!"

Most of the resistance soldiers who thought it was just an accident were carrying buckets full of water, and some who were eager to save people were even carrying stretchers. No one was carrying weapons, and all they could do when they encountered zombies was to run.

But there are more than just empty shells of zombies on the train...

There was a loud sound of STG44 gunfire, and several soldiers holding buckets fell in a pool of blood without any resistance. If they had weapons, they might still be able to fight back, but the only thing they could do now was to pray, praying that these elite zombies would miss the target.

Elite zombies crawled out of the burning train one after another. The dense rain of bullets instantly collapsed the counterattack that the rebels had just organized. The soldiers who tried to resist were hit with several bleeding holes in their weapons before their enchanted weapons could work. The firepower of assault rifles and submachine guns was far beyond the reach of a few enchanted rifles.

An enchanted rifle is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut when used to kill hollow shell zombies. After various wasteland-style modifications are mounted on the gun, the gun can be given the ability to shoot fire, lightning, explosions and holy light ammunition.

Although the modifications of some things are very... fantastic... For example, adding a fuel tank igniter under the gun, relying on the flame that can only light a cigarette to make the gun shoot flaming bullets, or changing the airtightness inside the gun, adding a small device that can pour holy water on the bullet, which can make the zombies hit by the bullet become extremely vulnerable.

It's a pity that even though they have such high-tech weapons, they still have to flee in panic under the firepower of elite zombies.

Faced with such tragic scenes, some soldiers lost their minds in this hellish massacre and only wanted to leave here as soon as possible, so they made strategic turns and exposed their backs. The rout of a large number of soldiers meant that the attack of the elite zombies did not suffer much hindrance, and they only needed to shoot at the backs of these deserters.

Soon, the platform turned into a hell on earth. The wounded soldiers who were lying in a pool of blood but not yet dead were crawling with difficulty, trying to stay away from the merciless killers, but they were soon shot one by one by the elite soldiers.

Looking at this hellish scene, Carl's expression was more solemn than ever. He had to lean out of his body to see the platform, and it was unrealistic to shoot to help. He quickly assessed the situation and concluded that the camp could not be saved: "We can't help them. What we can do now is to save the railway line on the other side and let the remaining people evacuate from there."

The elite zombies that got off the train were all top fighters, with excellent marksmanship, tactical awareness, and high coordination ability. At this time, the situation was hopeless, the platform had been occupied, and the main force had already fled. Even if the four protagonists went up, they could only cause a little trouble to these elite zombies, and their fate was not much better than those of the resistance soldiers.

Carl made a prompt decision. The best option now was to deal with the empty shell zombies coming in from the gap on the other side of the camp and cover more people to retreat by train. It was not advisable to confront the elite head-on now, but to break up into small groups, exchange space for time, and delay their attack as much as possible. The remaining people would retreat to the train with supplies and prepare for a comeback.

at the same time.

Fang Qingyun, walking along the railway line, saw a train crashing into the rebel camp. The fragile wire gate obviously could not withstand such an impact and fell to one side. The rebel camp was split in two by a train full of zombies. A large number of zombies poured in from the gap. Although the speed was not fast, the number was large.

The dense swarm of zombies were waving their arms, and anyone who wanted to get through would only be torn apart by them. If there was a heavy machine gun, they could mow down the zombies, but now with the light weapons that the protagonists have, they can forget about fighting their way out of the gap with their physical bodies.

Fang Qingyun untied the machine gun that was strapped to his back for running, skillfully installed an ammunition chain, held the ammunition chain in his left hand, held the gun in his right hand, and began to shoot the empty shell zombies around him. After all, the empty shell zombies were zombies that were not controlled by the shampoo man, that is, "offline" zombies. They would not sense each other, and would not report any information to the elite zombies.

If they were killed, Fang Qingyun's identity would not be exposed. If he went in now, he would probably fight with the protagonists if he met them. It would be better to make some big noise here, and when the protagonists came out and prepared to escape by train, he would pick them up and get on the train with them.

His slightly degraded hearing was not particularly sensitive to the sound of gunfire, but the sound of a machine gun tearing cloth was still ear-piercing. Fang Qingyun did not dare to hold the trigger and pull the trigger all the way. After all, the MG42's rate of fire was an astonishing 1200 rounds per minute. If he held the trigger and fired, the ammunition Fang Qingyun was carrying might not be enough for one minute, not to mention that the barrel would overheat. Burst shooting was the best way to shoot.

Fang Qingyun hooked his finger, and three or five bullets shot out from the gun barrel, landing on the upper body of a hollow zombie and directly shattering it.

This is puzzling. Although machine gun bullets can indeed shoot a person in half, it takes a large caliber of 12.7. It is really unrealistic to shoot a person into pieces with a small caliber of 7.92mm. Then what about these zombies?

In the end, Fang Qingyun chose to abandon the question of whether hollow zombies would suffer from osteoporosis.

After the hollow zombie died, the other zombies did not react much. They were just attracted by the sound of gunfire and slowly approached. Because Fang Qingyun was also a zombie, the zombies at this moment just unconsciously approached the source of the sound without any attacking action.

It seems that the settings in this regard have not been changed. The information obtained by the hollow zombies will not be uploaded, otherwise Fang Qingyun would have become the target of the entire zombie tide.

Fang Qingyun began to kill the zombies with guns first. The difference between them and the elite zombies was like that between the local armed forces and the regular army. They had no epaulettes on their shoulders. Although they carried ammunition and assault rifles, their shooting accuracy was basically limited to shooting and changing magazines. In order to prevent being killed by stray bullets, they had to be killed first.

Soon, all the zombies on the platform turned into motionless corpses. Fang Qingyun searched for ammunition from the zombies with guns, packed them up and prepared to throw them onto the car later.

At this moment, he suddenly realized a very embarrassing question: Can he talk to the protagonist?

This was not a matter of just flirting with girls because of their beauty. Fang Qingyun was not so hungry as to do so. It was just that he might be shot to death by them before he could get close to them.

Suppose you are the protagonist, fighting zombies all the way to the final escape point, and you encounter a zombie who is wearing the same clothes as the other zombies, and may be an extraordinary elite, holding a machine gun in his hand. What is your first reaction at this time?

Anyway, if Carl had the memory of the previous game, he would definitely suffer from ptsd. In the previous game, there was an Aryan super zombie wearing protective gear, holding a large machine gun and slowly approaching while suppressing the fire. The feeling of oppression was full. One or two grenades could only make him stagger two steps, and the firepower was not interrupted at all.

In this situation, should he risk being machine-gunned and wasting time by engaging in friendly communication with this different zombie, or should he simply treat him as an ordinary zombie and shoot him dead?

Fang Qingyun estimated that there was a high probability that he would give up his second life. If Brother Jue was here, he would probably take off all his clothes except for his underwear. He couldn't do that, and he had to distinguish himself from these zombies. What should he do?

He thought about it and decided that all he could do was dress as strangely as possible to win the other party's time to be confused. Only in this way would he have a chance to speak.

Fang Qingyun tore off his epaulettes, took off his military uniform, tied it around his waist, just like what he did in school before, like Sun Wukong's tiger skin skirt. Fang Qingyun took off the green helmet worn by the ammunition carrier on his head, and put on the white helmet of the medical carrier he had just killed. There was a red cross printed on the helmet, at least the probability of others shooting after seeing the cross would be lower.

He couldn't hold the machine gun in his hand either. He had to ensure that his threat was no higher than that of other zombies. Otherwise, with the sharp reaction speed of the protagonist's sniper Carl, he would probably kill Fang Qingyun with a subconscious shot.

Fang Qingyun fastened the machine gun to his back with a belt, picked up the hand of an unlucky zombie and his large pipe wrench from the ground, knocked it twice to loosen its limbs, and swung the large pipe wrench to deal with the other zombies that were slowly gathering again.

With the blessing of huge force, in the war between the large pipe clamp and the zombies' heads, the latter often ends up being defeated due to their absolute disadvantage. The cannon fodder, which is not strong in itself, becomes even more fragile because of Fang Qingyun's special effects. Under Fang Qingyun's huge force, they are like mud.

At the beginning, he didn't control the strength well. The pipe wrench didn't hit the zombie's head that was shaking left and right, but instead shattered his shoulder blade and clavicle, and cut into his chest diagonally. When trying to pull out the pipe wrench, it got stuck on a piece of shoulder blade, forcing Fang Qingyun to use all his strength. This also caused the zombie's arm to be lifted outward due to the principle of leverage, which looked very scary.

The foul-smelling plasma sprayed on Fang Qingyun's face and clothes, but had no effect on this body. This body's sense of smell had deteriorated a lot, and it only reacted to real blood. This also greatly reduced Fang Qingyun's nausea, and it was like playing a World War II version of Vermintide 2.

Chapter 27: Our own people! The idiot is hitting friendly forces!

Fang Qingyun didn't feel like he was killing anyone. All his psychological burden was handed over to the resistance soldiers who were collecting the bodies by the train. However, Fang Qingyun was not familiar with them. He only felt a little pity for them, saying "This man died tragically, the dead are the greatest" and was shocked when he saw the bodies.

Eliminating these zombies now is creating a glimmer of hope for possible survivors. This is a just cause. However, if these were replaced by real people, Fang Qingyun probably wouldn't be able to do it given his long experience in civilized society.

The violent vibration caused Carl to fall to the ground, which might have affected the wound on his head. Blood oozed out, staining the bandage red. He frowned slightly in pain and waved his hands backwards: "The ground is cracked, get out of the way!"

The ground began to shake, and the originally straight platform was cut off. The train that had just arrived was caught up by the crack in the vibration. With a creepy cracking sound, the train lost its balance, and fell into the crack with a creaking sound of stretching. The red burning thing in the crack was actually high-temperature magma.

Boris leaned forward a little, watching the train slowly melt into the magma like honey soaked in hot water. The sweat of surviving the disaster flowed down the head of this strong prisoner: "Fuck, why is there magma in this place?"

Shura turned around, bullets fired from the submachine gun in her hand, knocking down several staggering empty shell zombies behind her. "What do we do now?"

Jun patted her shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's take another route. If we don't get to the signal room on the other side, we won't be able to switch tracks, and the rest of us won't be able to hold on for long."

The sliding wreckage and broken ground formed a semicircular unstable suspension bridge connecting the signal room and the platform.

"We go through here?" Shura looked at Carl with fear in his eyes: "This is not a good idea. Once it collapses, we will all turn into ashes in the magma."

Carl fired a shot to the back, and a hollow zombie holding a gun fell down. The rifle bullet, which was more than twice the speed of sound, made a hole in his head. "According to estimates, they are about to catch up with us. If we don't deal with these hollow zombies now, if the elite troops under the 'general' come later, we will not be able to escape."

Jun jumped off the suspension bridge without hesitation. The pistol in her hand seemed to have the ability to hit the target every time. She knocked down the approaching zombie to the ground as if she had eyes. Then she changed the magazine and started to sprint at full speed. The longer she stayed on the suspension bridge, the more dangerous it would be.

Following the safe passage that Jun Qing came out of, the three of them followed without hesitation and formed a four-person combat team. They stayed closely together and shot any zombies that approached them.

While Boris was reloading his shotgun, he jokingly shouted to Jun, "Didn't you say you all know how to use knives? Why didn't I see your knife?"