I sell Coke in the doomsday

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed throughout the entire stronghold, shaking off the snow on the roof. The next moment, the originally silent stronghold suddenly began to boil like boiling water. Countless figures hurriedly ran out of the stronghold with panicked looks on their faces. The place was filled with noise and chaos.

Three gunshots were the signal we set, which meant war. People in this stronghold had not heard gunshots for a long time, so they could guess what was happening.

The chaos did not last long. Soon, many people jumped into the trenches we had prepared with empty hands in an orderly manner, or hid behind bunkers, while the rest of the people delivered weapons to the people in the trenches and behind the bunkers.

Afterwards, the entire stronghold fell into silence again. Everyone was on edge, but could not hide the excitement in their eyes.

They have been waiting for this day for a long time.

In this pale world, it seems that only red blood can cheer people up.

The Epiphyllum in the distance is a full thousand meters away from our stronghold and is out of our range. All we can do is wait.

I held the pistol in my hand, my heart was about to jump out of my chest with nervousness, but I still had to carefully organize the information about Epiphyllum.

Epiphyllum does not have an effective long-range attack method. Even the huge rhizomes extending from the ground are only twenty meters away.

Therefore, bunkers and trenches do not have much practical significance.

However, Epiphyllum is not a normal creature, and its only weakness may be the one in its eye socket.

I tried hard to think, but my body began to tremble uncontrollably and my blood seemed to be heating up. I couldn't help but stuff an empty bullet shell into my mouth. The smell of gunpowder and the cold metal forced me to calm down.

One thousand meters, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters.

The huge army of Epiphyllums were slowly approaching, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. During this period, sporadic gunshots were heard on the battlefield. It was because someone couldn't help but pull the trigger.

But after all, the distance was too far and it could not cause any harm to the army of Epiphyllums.

I licked the bullet shell in my mouth and gradually calmed down. Looking at the approaching army of Epiphyllums, my eyelids jumped and I discovered a big problem.

At this time, Zi Su also came behind me fully armed and said with a frown.

"Boss, there seems to be something wrong with those zombies."

I nodded heavily, picked up the telescope, and looked again at the approaching army of Epiphyllums.

I saw that the army of Epiphyllums had wooden expressions and stiff brows. I looked at those zombie-like guys and spoke to Zi Su.

"These guys don't look very intelligent. They're not the kind of monsters that have their own intelligence and can manipulate roots."

"It should be a mass-produced inferior product, used to consume our bullets."

"The other side wants to use this group of useless guys to exhaust our firepower and physical strength, and then easily defeat us."

"Tsk."

Zi Su couldn't help but frown when he heard that. In the past five years, we have cleared out the surrounding strongholds and taken the ammunition hidden in those strongholds for our own use, but compared to the astonishing number of the Epiphyllum army, it is still a drop in the bucket.

The end of this war is destined to be a hand-to-hand fight.

"Boss, what should we do?"

Listening to Zi Su's question, I could only smile bitterly, put down the telescope, and asked Zi Su.

"How many arrows do we have now?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Su answered directly without any hesitation.

"I can't say how many there are, but there are tens of thousands."

“Although the finished product is a bit crude, the quantity is definitely sufficient. You know, we started preparing for it five years ago.”

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief and gave instructions to Zi Su.

"That's great. Let the logistics personnel distribute bows and arrows to the people on the battlefield."

"The arrows are stained with my blood. Just a scratch would kill those guys."

"If the zombies get too close, shoot them with a rifle. After pushing them away, shoot them with a bow and arrow."

"We can't waste our bullets on these targets."

Hearing this, Zi Su quickly turned around and asked the logistics staff to prepare, while I turned around and quickly went to the room where blood was drawn the other day.

At this moment, my blood is like bullets.

Although a lot of my blood has been stored during these five years, war is ultimately a war of attrition, and my biggest role is to provide blood.

It's funny to say it, but I seem to have become a tool to enchant weapons. Other than that, I can't play any other role.

I lay quietly on the chair, and the two girls who were already prepared quickly rolled up my sleeves and inserted the needle into my vein.

When the needle was being inserted, a burst of dense gunfire suddenly rang out outside. A girl's hand shook unconsciously, and the sharp needle directly pierced my blood vessel.

"Ah! Sorry!"

The girl looked panicked, and her voice seemed to tremble slightly. She quickly took out the syringe, but then froze in place again.

Due to various considerations, the girl gave me the injection near my elbow. Now that the blood vessels in my elbow have been punctured, there is no better place to start.

I looked at the blood on my elbow, then looked at the girl who was at a loss and about to cry, and said softly with helplessness.

"Don't think about it, just pierce here, it will heal in a while anyway."

After saying that, I closed my eyes and lay quietly in the chair.

At this time, the gunshots outside the house also stopped. They should have started using bows and arrows. I don’t know whether the speed of logistics delivery of arrows can keep up with the speed of their consumption.

After staying up all night, I actually felt a little sleepy. In order to keep myself awake, I had to open my eyes and sit up straight.

In the absence of gunfire, the war was eerily quiet. I could neither see nor hear any sounds from the battlefield, which made me feel uneasy and increasingly irritated.

I began to hope that someone would come in and tell me what was happening outside. Whether it was good or bad, I wanted to know.

But unfortunately, no one does this.

Only the sound of gunfire would be heard from time to time, and then it would fall silent.

……

One hundred meters in front of the position, countless corpses fell to the ground, densely packed and piled up in irregular patterns, forming a small hill. However, those short-lived zombies showed no fear or fatigue, and continued to advance one after another.

The piled up corpses had blocked the vision on the position. Bows and arrows were completely useless. Everyone had to pick up their rifles and keep pulling the triggers to prevent the zombies from approaching.

After a whole day's exertion, the young people who were initially excited had already lost their energy.

After a volley of bullets was fired, a young man seemed exhausted and fell backwards. Someone immediately supported the young man and took his place.

At the same time, three logistics personnel quickly carried the fallen young man back, took out the prepared Coke, and poured it into the young man.

After drinking Coke in big gulps, the young man who had replenished his sugar finally recovered a little. He reached into his arms, took out a potato, and took a big bite.

In order to make eating easier, the logistics team kept cooking potatoes with skins on, and gave the cooked potatoes to the young men shooting at the positions to replenish their energy.

The potatoes in the young man's hand had already frozen hard, and he had great difficulty eating them, but he still felt that they were the most delicious thing he had ever eaten.

After eating the whole potato, the young man finally regained his strength. He sat up, turned his head and looked at the front of the position. Looking at the pile of corpses, he asked the logistics personnel beside him.

"How many monsters have we... killed now?"

Hearing this, the logistics staff on the side replied softly.

"There are no numbers. The enemy is very cunning. Every time they come up, it's those stupid guys, and they control the number. It's obvious that they want to consume our energy and ammunition."

Having said that, another logistics staff member continued.

"Don't think too much. Get some sleep. When you have recovered your strength, go up and replace someone else."

Hearing this, the young man stopped talking and lay down obediently, allowing the logistics personnel to carry him to the rear to rest.

However, when he lay down, he closed his eyes and talked to himself.

"Too much."

Under the light, I stood not far away and heard the young man talking to himself, feeling sad.

Yeah, too many.

There are so many Epiphyllums that, compared to the number of people gathered here, the Epiphyllums that are easier to assimilate have already controlled all the zombies wandering in the city.

There are probably hundreds of thousands of people, but there are only a few tens of thousands of people in the stronghold. How can we win?

What's more, the zombies controlled by Epiphyllum have no sense of pain, no fatigue, and no fear.

From the beginning, this was an unfair fight.

At the same time, as time went by, the surrounding temperature became colder and colder, and the exposed fingers of the young people on the battlefield were frozen and turned blue.

I looked at the pile of corpses, thought for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the warehouse.

After spending nearly half an hour, I returned to the front of the position carrying an exaggeratedly large oil barrel.

Rather than an oil barrel, it is more like a large water tank, filled with refined...corpse oil.

This is what I found when I was clearing other strongholds. It seems that the corpse oil was used as lamp oil and heating by those beasts.

I carried the corpse oil and strode to the front of the line. Zi Su, who was still in the trench, saw me and was about to call me over, but was surprised to find that I raised the big water jug ​​and made a throwing gesture.

"call……"

I took a deep breath and aimed at the pile of corpses a hundred meters away. The muscles in my arms tensed instantly and I exerted force with a bang. I saw the oil barrel draw an arc in the air and landed on the pile of corpses accurately.

The ensuing hail of bullets turned the oil barrel into a sieve, and corpse oil quickly flowed out, soaking the corpse below.

I flexed my wrist, walked to the trench, and shouted to the young men who were shooting.

"No matter what happens next, don't stop attacking."

After saying that, without waiting for everyone to react, I walked straight past and ran towards the pile of corpses amidst the hail of bullets.

Under the dense rain of bullets, my body was instantly riddled with holes, but thanks to my self-healing ability, it healed quickly.

I endured the severe pain and ran all the way, and finally jumped onto the pile of corpses. The leaking corpse oil splashed all over me, but I didn't have time to care about these. I took out a lighter from my pocket, pointed it at the corpse covered with corpse oil, and pressed the lighter.

Once, twice, three times, after several attempts, I finally ignited the clothes on the corpse. The flames quickly ignited along the corpse oil and the clothes on the corpse.

The flames grew stronger and stronger, almost engulfing me. I quickly pulled back, rolled on the ground a few times, and put out the small flames on my body.

At the same time, a line of fire rose rapidly along the corpse oil, and a strange smell filled the air.

I slumped in the place, the gunfire behind me stopped, and the people in the trench, along with me, stared at the burning pile of corpses in a trance, as if they were looking at something beautiful.

Chapter 215: Fall (Part 2)

In the cold night, the flames burned higher and higher, and the piled up corpses twitched in a disgusting way under the flames.

Finally, the flames burned along the corpse, forming a wall of fire. The zombies at the back walked into the flames one after another like puppets. The epiphyllums in their eye sockets quickly burned up, and the zombies completely lost control and fell into the flames.

So, there is such a way?

I sat there, my face burning from the flames. Before I could sit up, two people came quickly, supported me all the way, and carried me back to the trench.

One of the two people who were supporting me was Zi Su. She looked at the zombies who kept walking into the flames and adding fuel to the fire, and asked me with admiration.

"Boss, how did you come up with this idea?"

Hearing this, I smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say.

As I expected, when the wall of fire rises, the zombies will be controlled to stop and wait for the flames to go out before continuing to attack.

The scene before me was beyond my expectations, but it was also a good thing.

After resting for a while, I stood up and touched my pocket, but found that it was empty and there was no cigarette at all. I sighed and could only stand there and look at the burning fire.

The flames burned the corpses, making crackling sounds. The increasingly high temperature dispelled the cold. I looked at the fire, still wondering why the other side didn't control the zombies to stop.

Suddenly, my face changed and I finally realized something. The joy on my face disappeared completely.

"Oops!"

Hearing this, Zi Su on the side asked me with a puzzled look on his face.

"Bad? What's wrong?"

I didn't answer and turned to leave. However, the moment I raised my foot, I felt dizzy and fell to the ground. My face was ashen and I didn't even try to sit up. I just lowered my head in frustration.

Seeing this, Zi Su was at a loss as to what to do. He could only stand there, waiting for my explanation.

I leaned my back against the wall of the trench, closed my eyes weakly, and murmured softly.

"The shield stronghold...is finished."

Hearing this, Zi Su was puzzled, but then she understood what I meant and her face turned pale instantly. I gasped and said in a low voice.