(2) Five Minutes, That's All It Takes (2)

This war was not one man's war.

It was everyone's war.

It required everyone to be united as one.

"Alright, understood."

Phuong Trien tightened his grip on his weapon.

Luu Dao gave the order, and the tank and armored car units entered combat readiness.

The combat style was simple: a crushing advance. The zombies were all flesh and blood. In the face of a tide of steel, it was difficult to block with just flesh and blood.

At this moment.

The soldiers of the Resistance Army were fearless.

Some quickly boarded the tanks and armored cars, some loaded their magazines, their expressions serious as they looked into the distance, ready for battle at any moment.

"Argh... argh..."

"Argh... argh..."

The low roars of the zombies could be heard.

With their large numbers, the concentrated roars were enough to create a strong sense of oppression.

Luu Dao's gaze was fixed. The number of zombies exceeded his imagination. More importantly, he discovered that some of the zombies in this horde were ones he had never seen before.

This gave him a deep sense of nervousness.

The feeling of mystery was the most terrifying.

The zombie tide had entered firing range.

"Aim, fire."

The Resistance Army knew what Luu Dao's "aim, fire" meant. It meant they had to aim well and not waste bullets. At long range, there was enough time to aim. Ammunition was limited, and they had no logistical support. Everything relied on themselves.

Unless they were lucky enough to find ammunition depots along the way, every bullet fired was one less they had.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Gunshots rang out.

Rows of zombies were headshot. It couldn't be said that they were all sharpshooters, but they had all fought their way through the apocalypse. Their combat experience was very rich.

"Good, a beautiful kill."

"So badass."

The inexperienced survivors of Thanh Thuy Town, seeing the zombies fall in rows, were extremely excited.

Luu Dao was very helpless. It was fine to be excited, but it was a bit too early to be excited now.

The zombies were running fast, faster than ordinary people. It seemed as if they were a distance away, but in the blink of an eye, the zombies had closed a large gap.

"Continue firing."

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

Bullets poured out.

The zombies running in front were hit by the barrage, their limbs broken, and some were even directly blown apart.

A zombie with such explosive power, anyone who saw it would be terrified.

How could a human of flesh and blood fight a normal zombie one-on-one?

A head-on charge, the inertia alone was unstoppable.

Dozens, hundreds of zombies were killed. Viscous blood flowed all over the ground, and severed limbs splattered everywhere.

"Crush them."

Luu Dao picked up the walkie-talkie to notify his comrades in the tanks and armored cars.

The tide of steel attacked, raising dust, crushing forward with great momentum.

Splat!

Splat!

The iron heels of the tide of steel were like an abyss, constantly devouring the zombies' bodies, crushing them into meat patties. After being crushed, all that was left was a bloody pulp.

The first wave of crushing attacks made the zombies pay an extremely heavy price.

If they were all just ordinary zombies.

Using human intelligence and technology to deal with these things would be very easy.

But zombies weren't just ordinary zombies; they had mutated zombies.

At this moment.

A force-type zombie ran forward, charged, tilted its body, and its sturdy arm slammed directly into the side of a tank.

With a loud bang.

The tank shook violently, half of its body tilting up, shaken.

Phuong Trien, standing on the defensive line, watched with his mouth agape, his eyes wide in disbelief at the scene before him. He couldn't believe that such a terrifying existence existed among the zombies.

That was a tank, wasn't it?

It could be shaken just by being rammed into.

Luu Dao held his breath. He trusted his comrades' coordination. Just as the force-type zombie was about to flip the tank, two armored cars rushed over from both sides.

One rammed into the force-type zombie, while the other rammed into the tank, forming a pincer attack.

Bang!

A dull sound was heard.

The armored car slammed half of the force-type zombie's body into the tank, while the other armored car supported the tank, preventing it from tipping over. A perfect coordination.

The force-type zombie's lower body was completely crushed, and viscous blood flowed all over the ground.

Having lost its lower body, the force-type zombie collapsed to the ground.

Splat!

The armored car reversed and then advanced, directly crushing the force-type zombie to death.

"Good! Beautiful!"

Luu Dao clenched his fist in excitement. Even if the zombies were powerful, he always believed that the coordination between humans was impeccable. As long as they coordinated, they could definitely defeat the zombies.

Although this one zombie was just the tip of the iceberg.

He was still excited by it.

"Fire..."

The zombies' offensive momentum was broken.

The tide of steel was crushing through the zombie horde, while some zombies charged towards the defensive line of Thanh Thuy Town.

Rat-tat-tat-tat...

Bullets were fired.

Zombies kept falling, but more zombies quickly filled their places. Their large numbers were enough for the zombies to ignore the losses.

The war with the zombies was just that cruel.

At this moment, it had entered a fierce stage.

Some tanks and armored cars were overturned.

"What kind of zombie is that?" Phuong Trien looked at the situation in the distance. A huge zombie with scythe-like arms was actually blocking a tank's collision with one hand. With a low roar, it swung its scythe and could actually cut open the surface of the tank.

Because of the addition of such zombies to the battle.

The Resistance Army began to fall into a disadvantage.

"It's that kind of zombie again..."

Luu Dao's expression changed in an instant. Among the zombies they had encountered before, there was this kind of terrifying zombie. It had brought a great disaster to their Resistance Army, like a war god, rampaging and splitting their forces apart. They had barely escaped in the end. He didn't expect to encounter it again now.

A huge pressure surged through him.

The survivors driving the armored cars and tanks all knew how terrifying this zombie was.

Little Guang Tou, driving the tank, had bloodshot eyes. He gritted his teeth and drove the tank angrily towards the Tyrant Zombie.

"I'm going to run you over!"

His best friend had been killed by this zombie in a previous conflict.

He could never forget that scene.

His best friend had driven a transport truck to ram into the opponent, but was blocked. The flesh scythe swung out, cutting the transport truck in half, and his friend was impaled by the flesh scythe and dragged out of the vehicle.

Thinking of the situation at that time, Little Guang Tou was completely enraged.

Bang!

The violent shaking made Little Guang Tou's head spin.

The tank couldn't move forward; it was clearly blocked by the opponent. The Tyrant Zombie outside roared, raising its flesh scythe, about to swing it down. But at this moment, an armored car flew out from the side and slammed into the Tyrant Zombie.

The Tyrant Zombie's body shook, and it took a few steps back.

Little Guang Tou opened the tank's hatch, controlled the tank's machine gun, and aimed at the Tyrant Zombie, firing crazily.

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

Firepower exploded.

The Tyrant Zombie raised its flesh scythe to block the pouring bullets. Other parts of its body were torn apart by the bullets, blood flowing, but for a zombie, such injuries were really nothing.

The most important part of a zombie was its head.

The ammunition was depleted.

Little Guang Tou squeezed the trigger, cursing, "Damn it, why is there so little ammunition?" Just then, he saw the zombie's flesh scythe falling towards him.

Terrified, he suddenly ducked inside the tank.

Rumble!

The tank shook, and a crack appeared on its roof. The tank's material was very sturdy, but even so, the Tyrant Zombie had still managed to cut a crack in it. It was too terrifying.

In the distance.

The surveillance-type zombie watched quietly.

The humans were resisting fiercely, while the surrounding zombie army was still attacking relentlessly. Once targeted by the zombies, it was either wipe them all out, or be wiped out by them.

There was no other choice.

The defensive line on Thanh Thuy Town's side was also facing immense pressure.

A continuous stream of zombies wanted to break through the defensive line, like a locust plague. One wave was eliminated, but another came. Grenades exploded, and bullets pierced through. Everyone's expression was very grave.

Some cursed angrily while killing.

Suddenly.

A piercing shriek was heard.

"Ah... my ears hurt so much."

A resident of Thanh Thuy Town covered his ears, his face showing a pained expression. His mind was in a mess, and his heart was beating very fast. He felt a dizzy, suffocating sensation.

The soldiers of the Resistance Army were also in great pain.

"It's that zombie that's making the sound."

Luu Dao pointed to a zombie squatting in the distance and shouted.

The Screamer-type zombie.

A zombie without much ability, but for ordinary survivors, the sound it made was a fatal danger.

"I'll go."

A survivor from the Resistance Army jumped directly from the defensive line, landing on the zombie corpses below.

"Chu Hieu!"

Luu Dao shouted.