The Bloody Battle on the Stairs

Although the three of them had strong firepower, they were still a bit overwhelmed by the continuous waves of zombies pouring in one after another. Huan Chu put the magazine he had just replaced into his backpack, holding the Type 95 automatic rifle steady and firing a single shot. With a 'crack,' the closest zombie's brain splattered all over the ground, a gruesome sight.

After several short bursts of continuous shots, the zombies within 5 meters of the three people were cleared out, and Huan Chu finally made up his mind to abandon this crude position.

Various sounds echoed in the hall, and Huan Chu had to shout at the two people beside him, "Get the ammunition ready and go upstairs. The staircase is narrow, so deal with them on the stairs!" "

Chen Wenwen had just changed the magazine, raised the muzzle and was ready to open fire, when suddenly she heard Huan Chu calling for her to retreat, so she looked back. The stairs in the small inn are narrow, only allowing three people to walk side by side, indeed more suitable for sniping zombies than here. Slung the Type 79 over his shoulder, then quickly swept up the ammunition and firearms on the ground with his backpack, turned around and ran up the stairs.

Lu Hao still didn't leave, the Type 79 in his hand continued to roar as he fired a burst of bullets, knocking down two zombies in front of him, before shouting loudly at Huan Chu, "What about you?" "

"Hurry up and go, I'll cover your back!" Huan Chu looked at the approaching zombies, with one gray-faced zombie in front and another behind, getting closer and closer. Feeling anxious, he raised his hand and fired a shot.

The distance between the two zombies was too close, and the penetrating power of the 9.5mm dbp87 bullet was strong. It unexpectedly pierced through both zombies like a skewer, entering from the forehead of the front zombie and exiting from the back of the other zombie's head. The two zombies collapsed to the ground before they could even groan.

Soldiers consider obeying orders as their duty. Since Huan Chu saved himself and his son, Lu Hao has decided to unconditionally obey Huan Chu in the future. Receiving the order at this moment, although worried in his heart, Lu Hao gritted his teeth and, in order to reduce the time delay for Huan Chu, he took three steps at a time on the stairs, turning around and running up the stairs 'thump thump thump'.

Just as Lu Hao ran up to the second floor, Huan Chu's 9.5mm bullets in his hand were emptied again. At this moment of pause, two roaring zombies immediately rushed into the hall.

They may have been burned by the bonfire outside when rushing into the parking lot, their clothes and flesh melted together, their whole bodies blackened, with some areas showing fresh red flesh, pus oozing from the wounds from time to time, and emitting a smell of roasted meat, making people nauseous to look at.

At this point, Huan Chu, who had lost fire support, was already too late to change magazines. He cursed at the disgusting zombie in front of him and was about to run upstairs.

In the moment he could turn around, a creepy feeling swept over Huan Chu, and he instinctively drew his Type 92 pistol from his waist, pointing it back towards the source of the chilling sensation.

The zombie that was leading the pack had already caught up to him, its mouth wide open, ready to bite. Huan Chu turned around and shoved the 92 pistol into the zombie's mouth, sticky and smelly with a hint of blood.

Huan Chu, startled, reflexively pulled the trigger, and with a 'bang', a bullet flew out of the barrel, blowing open the zombie's mouth and splattering Huan Chu with blood and flesh.

It is also unknown what substances are contained in the brains of zombies. Ordinary people who drink bullets to commit suicide at most will only create a big hole in the back of their mouths. With this thrust, Huan Chu directly smashed the zombie's head into a pulp, as if a watermelon had been smashed with a twenty-pound hammer.

The situation is really quite strange.

Huan Chu didn't have time to wipe off the disgusting flesh and blood on his face, another zombie pounced towards him. Dodging to the side, he then kicked the charred zombie down by the stairs, and effortlessly blew its head off with a gun.

Five o'clock direction! Be careful! Chen Wenwen, who had been watching the battle through the gap in the staircase, saw a female zombie silently approaching Huan Chu, and quickly shouted out loud to warn him.

Huan Chu, who received the queen's cue, did not hesitate at all, and directly turned around and fired at five o'clock.

"Oops! "

The female zombie who was approaching stealthily was staggered by Huan Chu and took two steps back. I have never seen Kehuan Chu shoot a gun. This shot only hit the front chest of the female zombie, blasting open half of her chest, but did not kill her.

The immortal monster stood up straight, ignoring its wounds, hanging half of its body, roaring and charging towards Huan Chu again without even looking at its injuries. But this shot didn't take down the enemy. Another zombie squeezed into the hall, opening its blood-filled mouth and pounced towards Huan Chu.

If it were flat ground, Huan Chu would easily roll away from the zombie's attack. But at this moment, he was standing on the edge of the stairs with no place to leverage. Due to the gunshot that just forced the female zombie back, it unexpectedly caused two zombies to almost simultaneously rush towards Huan Chu.

At this moment, watching the female zombie being killed, the male zombie is about to bite himself. No matter what choice he makes, it seems to be a deadly situation.

Kehuan Chu was able to survive in the zombie tide not by marksmanship or agility, but by keeping calm and rational at all times and relying on his sharp mind.

Huan Chu shot and killed the female zombie with broken limbs, while the male zombie's foul breath had already sprayed onto Huan Chu's face, but its gaping mouth couldn't bite down no matter how hard it tried.

At the same time as Huanchu fired the gun, he drew out the CAS machete that had been with him for a long time from his waist and held it horizontally in front of his chest, blocking the mouth of the male zombie.

At this moment, taking advantage of the opportunity, Huan Chu shouted loudly, pulled with his left hand, and a dark purple stinking blood spurted out from the mouth of the male zombie, whose mouth was completely cut open by a machete.

Without hesitation, I raised the Type 92 a few centimeters, aimed at the male zombie's chin, and fired a shot with a 'bang', causing the bullet to burst out of the male zombie's skull.

Huan Chu dodged the falling zombie in front of him and rushed upstairs with a few big steps.

The zombies obviously refused to let go of Huan Chu. In just a few seconds, several monsters of different heights roared and rushed towards Huan Chu. It seemed that if he didn't deal with them, he would never be able to go up the stairs.

Huan Chu was clearly annoyed by the relentless attacks of the zombies. A bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, and he let out a low growl. Holding a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, he turned back and fought back as if he had gone mad.

Not crazy, not alive!

Huan Chu's left hand wielded a machete made of black steel, violently slashing a crescent shape in the air. The black and eerie blade aura clashed with the fierce face of the leading zombie under the dim yellow light.

With his face covered in blood and a crazed look, Huan Chu swung his knife with terrifying force, cutting the zombie's head in half along its nose with his right hand.

Just as the first zombie was cut off by a machete, Huan Chu's 92 was aimed at the second zombie rushing towards him.

With a wicked smile, he uttered the words "goodbye" and decisively pulled the trigger.

Such a close-range shot could not disappoint Huan Chu. The zombie suddenly lost its direction less than half a meter away from him, stumbled on the steps, and its legs kicked a few times like a dying frog before becoming motionless.

The situation is still critical!

Although he had killed the two zombies closest to him, their remaining companions continued to relentlessly lunge towards Huan Chu. A short figure dodged the zombie's claws and then fired a shot from bottom to top with a Type 92 pistol against the zombie's chin.

The impact of the bullet actually lifted the zombie off the ground by two centimeters, and the zombie only dropped back with a 'bang' and rolled down the stairs.

There was a series of 'thud thud' sounds, and the heavy corpse unexpectedly tripped over the two zombies following closely behind, causing them to tumble down together.

This accidental shot unexpectedly gave Huan Chu the opportunity to break away from the battle group.

Although a surge of hostility kept attacking his mind, Huan Chu remained focused, raising his hand to shoot down the two struggling zombies trying to crawl up from the ground. Without hesitation, he ran towards the second floor, shouting, "Cover me!" "

Before, because Huan Chu and the zombies were all mixed together, Chen Wenwen could only watch the situation below anxiously, afraid to shoot for fear of accidentally injuring her loved one. At this moment, Chen Daqueen, who had received orders, did not hesitate. The Type 79 rifle in her hand, which had been silent for a long time, roared again, knocking down the zombies behind Huan Chu in a shocking manner.

While Huan Chu was fighting the zombies on the stairs, Lu Hao was also busy. He dragged some chairs and tables from one of the guest rooms and blocked the stairs, setting up a makeshift defense position.

The simple fortification used to block the stiff movements of the zombies naturally could not stop Huan Chu. With a run-up, a kick of his calf, and a push against the wall with his hand, he leaped over the fortification made of tables and chairs and returned to the group.

At this moment, everyone finally had the opportunity to size up Huan Chu. All over his body were dark brown bloodstains and shreds of flesh, and his clothes had lost their original color. The Type 92 pistol in hand was also covered with flesh and blood from the shot just now in the zombie's mouth, and the delicate face was completely covered with zombie blood.

In just a few minutes, Huan Chu, who had killed a circle in the pile of zombies, seemed to have soaked in a blood pool in hell, and there was no clean place to be found on his whole body.

Pang Le, relying on his instinct for battle like a wild beast, had already realized that sniping the zombies outside the hall was almost completely useless. At this moment, seeing Huan Chu and others all returning to the second floor and stopping their actions, he ran to them and joined them. Seeing the current Huan Chu, even someone as slow as him was startled.

Where is the gentlemanly man in front of me? ）,and amiable(? The benefactor of (）, clearly looks like a killing god who has come out of hell.

But Pang Le's character is naturally inclined to admire the strong like a wild beast. If before his feelings towards Huan Chu were gratitude mixed with respect, now Huan Chu, who was regarded as a strong man by the fool with his flesh and blood, has completely won Pang Le's admiration and submission.

With a fanatical admiration and a hint of fear in Pang Le's eyes, he looked at Huan Chu's machete in his left hand and the Type 92 pistol in his right hand. This fool, for some reason, blurted out two words as if struck by sudden inspiration:

"Gun, sword!" "