Chapter 34
At this time, Mu Shaoan simply threw the lance, holding the newly cut wooden shield with his left hand, picked up the Nepalese machete with his right hand, and started killing here without retreating, anyway. He is not afraid of being infected, and there is no such thing as a dog zombie. As for the type 2 virus infection, he has been able to crush it in strength, especially he has continued to distribute the harvested EXP to In terms of endurance and power attribute, the advantages are gradually accumulating.
However, as more and more virus infections rushed onto the wooden wall, Mu Shaoan had to fight and retreat into the wooden wall. The space here is larger, but it also caused him to both front and back. It is a virus infected body, and as a last resort, he can only continue to wander around the main body of the base.
Okay at this time, the programmers on the second and third floors are finally able to help. They use crossbows and firearms to suppress part of the virus infection.
However, there are still some virus infected bodies rushing in. Worse still, the entire corpse tide was originally scattered all around. Since it was unable to break through the defenses of the base, it gradually surrounded from this place. , And then climbed up one by one along the pile of corpses.
Although in 11984 their three rifle shotguns always fired and their bows and crossbows kept firing, the number of virus infected bodies that leaked in has been maintained at about 20 or 30, and it has been constant.
No one can help him.
The pressure is all on Mu Shaoan. The only thing he is grateful for at the moment is that they are not stupid in 11984, knowing that they should give priority to killing type 2 virus infections, otherwise there will be more than a dozen of them. The type virus infection rushed down, and Mu Shaoan was really unlucky.
As for the remaining number of type 1 virus infections, although there are many, they are completely crushed by Mu Shaoan on the attribute!
Even if the opponent ao ao ao rushes over and several of them surround him in the center, he can also use faster speed and more skillful skills to block the knife, then retreat, jump out of the encirclement, and backhand again Kill one quickly with one knife.
Just like this, he was constantly consuming and wandering. He kept killing the infected bodies one by one, but the virus-infected bodies that rushed in kept rushing into the battle circle like a refueling tactic, as if Never ending.
In the beginning, Mu Shaoan was really struggling, but after a long time, he has virtually mastered some skills, these skills are usually hard to think about.
Because actual combat is simply completely different from fantasy.
Only in the battle can you quickly grasp and understand.
These little skills and insights made Mu Shaoan gradually relaxed. After all, what he has to face is only a virus infection that will not cooperate, not a human warrior who will think. Otherwise, this At that time, not to mention dozens of people, just come to ten street gangsters, and a burst of old punches in a narrow area like this can knock him down.
No matter what four-dimensional attribute you are.
In this way, Mu Shaoan fought back several times.
But there are too many virus infections, and they seem to be incessant. The howling sounds one after another, and I don’t know how many are left. Mu Shaoan can only hear the gunshots ringing intermittently, that kind Don't count on the rate of fire with a single-shot rifle.
What about other places? Has the base been breached and the territory stone attacked? Are there any casualties?
Mu Shaoan can't take care of it at all, and his head is full of Kill Kill Kill!
Killing rises up, I just feel that there are enemies around, front and back, with blood and corpses under my feet, what heavy blow skills I completely forgot!
Because at this time there is no opportunity and burst value for him to use.
He didn’t dare to waste a little bit of explosive value, so he could only use his left hand to maintain the shield state. The Nepal Scimitar in the right hand avoided slashing vigorously as much as possible, and tried to use moving steps and Movement method to evade and quickly launch a counterattack!
But even so, as time goes by, the wounds on his body are increasing one by one!
Thanks to the fact that he has been using a wooden shield to protect the vitals, the Nepalese machete in his hand can always kill the virus-infected body first, plus his own defensive attributes are good, just like this, avoiding , Advancing, killing, repeating again and again, becoming more and more skilled, more and more simple, powerful and fast!
It is the type 2 virus infection that occasionally emerges. He can cooperate with the wooden shield to block and kill it in one blow! During this entire killing process, Mu Shaoan felt that he seemed to be completely sublimated.
The feeling of throwing a wooden spear before also vaguely appeared here, and the Nepalese machete in the right hand seemed to have become a part of his body.
Although his body is getting tired, his will is getting clearer and clearer. Even with the passage of time, his life value is only extremely dangerous 20 points, his hands and feet are like Filled with a hundred catties of lead, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind.
However, there is still no virus infected body that can pick the last sweet fruit of victory. They rush over one by one, but they will always be blocked by the wooden shield, and then in an instant, that one The Nepalese scimitar stroked their throats or pierced their hearts with precision, without being muddled.
In this brief moment, in Mu Shaoan’s perception, he felt that he had an illusion that he was not killing a virus infected body, and he was not holding a Nepalese machete, but the folding Small knives, the virus infected bodies rushing over are just ugly wooden spear embryos. They don't need much force, but they are absolutely accurate. It only takes a knife. The sawdust falls and the blood is stained on the ground!
It's like an art.
Finally, I don’t know how long it has passed, the entire world is quiet, the gunshots stopped, and the screams of the program soldiers are not heard, only Mu Shaoan's own heavy breathing like a bellows Sound, too tired, his burst value has already been emptied several times, he didn't know what strength he was relying on to support him for so long?
With a sound of "pu pass", a type 2 virus infected body crawled over the wooden wall, and then fell. In this suddenly quiet world, its roar was exceptionally unreal, and then it just Like a furious black bear moved towards Mu Shaoan who is already a blood bottle gourd pounced!
If it had been seven days ago, Mu Shaoan would definitely use lance to deal with it.
If it had been three days ago, Mu Shaoan would inevitably use a shield to release a heavy blow skill and it would meet force with force.
If it were before this war, Mu Shaoan would have at least four or five ways to solve it with no difficulty.
But now--
The splash of blood has blurred his eyes,
Extreme fatigue has made his body extremely stiff.
The Nepalese machete held by the right hand is no longer sharp,
The wooden shield held by the left hand can no longer hold on.
Just be touched by the big guy, and he will definitely die.
Screaming sounds from the base building,
Maybe these were the last two seconds of his life.
Mu Shaoan put out a long breath for a long time, and then, his left hand loosened, the wooden shield slammed to the ground, and he seemed to have accepted his fate.
"Shoot! Who is going to shoot!"
I don't know who is shouting upstairs.
"I have no bullets!" It seemed to be a sad voice in 11984.
In just one second, time freezes at this moment, and the open mouth of the type 2 virus infection and the waving arms are like the shadows of the sky!
But this is not fast enough!
Because at this moment, Mu Shaoan's will is more sober than his tired body, so he can see the bloated, cumbersome, and deadly weak of the type 2 virus infection. spot.
It turns out that everything is that simple!
Do you really need a shield?
No, the knife in my hand is the strongest shield!
In an instant, there seems to be a blade light flashed, then Mu Shaoan's body leaned forward abruptly, and finally fell to his knees, only to hold the Nepalese machete in both hands to support the weight of the whole body .
While time is stagnant again at this moment, the momentum of the type 2 virus infected body seems to be stagnant, and then it continues to rush forward as if it has lost control, with two strong arms messing around. Waving, only a short distance from Mu Shaoan.
One step, two steps, three steps.
With a sound of "pu tong", this strong type 2 virus infected body fell to the ground, its head flew out, and a cavity of black blood spurted out.