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    No one thinks that the militiamen can kill the zombies, because the militiamen are themselves. They only hope that the militiamen will escape by themselves and not be caught by the zombies. At the same time, they have a wish in their hearts, and they only hope that the militiamen can survive.

    At this moment, they saw that the militiamen who had been rolling on the ground like a top no longer rolled, but straightened up facing the zombies. Seeing this scene, countless people were anxious for the militiamen. Why was he so stupid?  I didn't see the size of the zombie, and he couldn't even kill him with a gun. Why did he, a small man with only a shield, stand in front of the zombie and face it head-on?  Could it be that he was tired and couldn't run anymore.

    "ah!!!"

    "Run away!!!"

    "you're so dumb!"

    There was a huge noise from below. The people below watched the zombies rushing towards the militiamen, but the militiamen stood still holding their shields. The people below knew the strength of the zombies. They could easily knock the militiamen into the air.  I know, it is impossible for the militiamen who were knocked into the air to not know. The crowd exclaimed loudly and told the militiamen to avoid them. They not only told the militiamen, but also told themselves.  .

    There was a lot of people below, and the zombies and militiamen above were not disturbed in any way. One had only food in his heart, and the other had only zombies in his eyes.  The militiaman raised his shield to block the zombie's sharp claws as before. When he retreated, the pupils in his eyes caught the figure of the zombie hitting him.

    "Bump" The zombie hit the oblique corner of the steel shield, and the force brought by it was taken aside by the militiamen. The zombie's center of gravity was unstable and he staggered a few steps, while the militiaman couldn't bear it either.  There was a lot of applause from below. They all knew that it was not easy. It was already very good to be able to do this step by step. The former residents of the gathering place, and now the militiamen who were fighting zombies on the stage, gave the people in the gathering place a heartbreak.  They were very satisfied with a booster, and most of them looked at the camp soldiers standing indifferently under the table, hoping that they would find a way to kill the d-type zombies, because the militiamen had already proved their courage.

    Many soldiers below were as excited as the survivors in the gathering place. They were all militiamen, and they were all militiamen who had only touched their guns for a few days. He knew the soldiers on the stage.  I also talked to that person, the militiamen can do this, they don't have jealousy or contempt, they just know that if that person can do it, they can do it too.

    The onlookers hope that they can kill the zombies, and they also hope that the steel guns in their hands are tightened and loosened, and their palms are full of sweat. However, they have not been ordered to send the bullets in the steel guns into the  Zombie's head.

    The militiaman on the stage was knocked back continuously. This time, he retreated obliquely. His end point was a long knife on the ground. Amid the exclamation of everyone, the militiaman was knocked down to the ground again, and the zombies also hit the air, staggering  Rushing forward, the zombie's balance ability is not weak. After three or two steps, he stood firm and turned around, and rushed to the militiaman again, but the militiaman took the opportunity to hold the steel knife in his hand again.  The zombie let out a heart-piercing cry, which seemed to be venting and challenging.

    The different militiamen brought different feelings to the onlookers below. They instantly felt that the distance between the militiamen and them had been infinitely widened. They were still the same person, but they were no longer the fearful ones who dared not face the zombies before.  When that person became fearless, they felt that that person became so strange again, but it did not prevent them from continuing to watch. No one shouted loudly, and tens of thousands of people in the center watched quietly.  The militiamen had a faint hope in their hearts. They hoped that ordinary people like them could bring them a hope that they could look forward to but could not get.

    The zombie jumped in front of the militiaman, swung its big claws and grabbed the head, the militiaman turned sideways to protect the front with a steel shield, scratched the smooth shield surface with his claws, and drew a flower mark, the militiaman loosened his arms, and the zombie wiped the shield  Rushing to the side, the militiaman passed by the zombie, and the steel knife in his hand slashed at the waist of the zombie.

    The zombie's waist muscles were cut with a sharp long knife. When the zombie stood up, many of the onlookers could clearly see a trace of black blood flowing slowly from the gap in the waist.  The gap in the wound was wide open, and the black muscles were exposed to the air. If ordinary people had been stabbed like this, they would have covered their waists and rolled on the ground, howling, but the zombies didn't seem to feel it.  militia.

    The strength of the zombies fell into the eyes of the people below, and even such serious injuries were ineffective against the zombies. They had a fear that the zombies could not be the God of War. Those who had this fear were only the crowd watching below, but not the militiamen above. On the contrary, in his heart  Not only was there no fear, but a little excitement.

    The militiamen just doubt whether they can kill dead d-type zombies.??But he doesn't doubt whether the d-type zombies can be killed or not. He has seen d-type zombies that were killed, not by guns, but by his comrades with knives. First they joined the militiamen in the camp, using steel shields in twos and threes  Squeeze the zombies and hack them to death. Once the strongest d-shaped zombies are surrounded, they are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

    Although facing such a d-type zombie alone is not as confident as having comrades by his side, he has been entangled with the zombie for such a long time, and until now he was not injured, but the zombie was slashed by him, which made him  He was no longer afraid of zombies as before. He had a shield. He realized for the first time that the instructor was right. Shields were more worthy of his love than women, because shields had saved him more than once.

    The zombies kept attacking the militiamen, and the militiamen passed the zombies through the slope of the shield time and time again, each time becoming more proficient. In the end, he had completely mastered the angle of the shield, no matter which direction the zombies came from, he was able to move at the first time.  Time will let the zombies pass, and at the same time, his long knife will take the opportunity to cut on the zombies' backs, and the militiamen will inflict damage on the zombies again and again. At the beginning, some people cheered, but after a short time, all the cheers stopped, and the zombies  His back was covered with scars, and even his spine was exposed. As an ordinary person, he didn't know how many times he had died, but when it came to the zombie, even its speed didn't slow down a bit.

    Faced with such a monster, many people are already desperate. They don't think that the d-type zombies can be killed by a knife. While they are desperate, they also have a glimmer of hope. At least it is good to have a shield. Although the zombies cannot be killed, it is impossible for the zombies to eat  Drop them hiding behind the shield.

    The militiaman dodged and hacked out time and time again. While being proficient, his physical strength was also consumed a lot. At this time, he suddenly remembered the assault training last night, and let the zombies pass by again. He bent down, and the long knife in his hand was fierce  The ground slashed on the zombie's leg joints, and with just one cut, the zombie's speed was affected. That cut wounded the tendons on its legs and wrists, and its movement was no longer as flexible as before.

    Of course, this is nothing to the zombie, it never tires, never ceases to be in pain, it turns around and pounces again, this time, it slashes at the previous wound again, causing the zombie to stagger.  When rushing forward, his legs were limping, and his limping made him unable to stand firm at the first time. At this time, the militiamen took the initiative to attack for the first time, and the third knife was cut at the same position as the first two knifes, only between  The light of the knife flashed, instead of bouncing back as before, it flashed from behind the zombie's legs to in front of the legs.

    The people below who were holding their breath with their lips tightly closed opened their mouths together to pant, and a miracle was staged before their eyes, a Jedi counterattack, the zombie's thigh was separated from its calf, and the zombie was not a one-legged Kui  Cow, it fell heavily to the ground.

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