But another zombie landed on the previous one again, wobbling and standing up, reaching out its claws fiercely towards the front line. The exposed bones were clearly visible on a rotting face.

The zombie didn't take a few steps before a bullet broke the muscles of its neck and jaw. The zombie, who lost its sense of balance, stumbled and fell to the ground. Although its head still had residual aggression, its body had lost control.

At the place where the zombies fell, two more zombies emerged from the crowd and trotted towards the soldiers who were shooting. Undoubtedly, the thoughts of these two zombies could only stay in their minds as they were devoured by scavengers, and a few blood flowers burst into red, taking away the last power of the zombies.

The battle was intense, and the zombies were almost unable to break through the preset ambush position. Occasionally, lucky zombies wearing halos who crossed the line of fire and arrived at the front of the position were mercilessly killed by the waiting swordsmen without any accidents. Looking at the zombies chopped into dumplings, it's hard to say whether they're lucky or not to break through the barrage of bullets and e to the soldiers.

Wu Long was in front of the battle, passionately manding that war is the stage for soldiers, it is his stage. At first, the two rounds of battles were dominated by the Downtown Base, but now it's finally his turn to make a big move. Wu Long urgently needs to prove that his fierce soldiers are not as vulnerable as Downtown imagined.

In the battle of attacking Xiacheng, Wu Long suffered from the stimulation of battle damage, and now the situation forced him to join forces with the enemy to fight against the natural disaster between species. However, Wu Long still wanted to pare who was the most respected warrior in the end world!

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