It was dark in the night, and Ryan, the lieutenant, hid in the bunker and rested. He sighed as he watched his comrades beside him fall asleep.

His heart was tense since all the citizens evacuated here. He knew that the war was coming, and at this moment he was a little envious of the friendly forces in Iraq and other places.

To be honest, Ryan joined the National Guard because he didn't have to go to the battlefield like a regular army. Who knew that staying inland would also usher in war.

Moreover, the regular army faced humans, and they were facing zombies, vampires and other monsters. To be honest, he really wanted to report and transfer to the Syrian frontline, and he didn't want to stay in this ghost place anymore.

He didn't know what the governor was thinking about, but he actually thought that his unit had participated in the battle in the last zombie incident and had rich experience in fighting the enemy, so he also kept them this time.

Please, last time we just helped move the body from behind, and we didn't shoot a single shot. Where did we get the combat experience? Ryan cursed his superiors in his heart. This time, it's so good. It's unlikely that this attitude would be so relaxed last time. I hope I can still see my family alive.

Crack, Crack, in this quiet night, Ryan heard some strange noises coming from the front. He was so nervous that he immediately picked up the gun and then kicked his companion, "Wake up, there seems to be something in front, turn on the searchlight."

When he heard something was wrong, his companion who had just woken up became a little more energetic, and immediately obeyed the order and turned on the searchlight and pointed it forward.

Hiss! Ryan and his companions gasped, who saw clearly the situation ahead.

The dense corpses walked towards their front under the searchlight. Unlike the zombies that Ryan and the others moved last time, this time the corpses were mostly broken, and many of them were simply left with a skeleton. The sound just now was the sound of their bones stomping on the ground.

"Send a signal!" At this moment, the usual training finally overcame the fear in his heart. Ryan gave orders to his companions, then aimed at the head of a corpse and fired.

Bang! As an orange signal flare rose into the night sky, Ryan's target also shattered into a bone slag. The gunshot woke all the soldiers on his defense line, and dense bullets poured into the walking corpses.

Of course, what he didn't notice was that countless signal flares rose up on this entire line of defense.

Looking at the beautiful scene in the night sky like fireworks, General Arnold, the Death Knight standing on the corn building, snorted coldly from his nose, and he ordered: "Confirm the types of enemies on the front line."

Soon, the feedback information returned to the command center, "Only skeletons and zombies, generals."

"Let the National Guard bear it, I have enough ammunition. If I take a step back, I will be engaged in military law."

"Yes, General."

A staff officer next to him hesitated for a moment and asked, "General, do you need to dispatch the air force, or helicopters or something?"

The Death Knight glanced at him with a cold look, making him feel like he was entering the ice bank, but Arnold still answered him: "A group of corpses without long-range abilities are scared to you and need to send reinforcements? What are you going to deal with the orcs behind? Nuclear bombs? Hundreds of years have passed, and although your weapons are much more advanced than before, their combat spirit is not as good as our cowboys at that time. I really don't know how you won World War II."

"First use these zombies to train the front line troops and let them adapt to the enemy, so that the subsequent battles can continue."

"Thank you, General." The top student who graduated from West Point blushed and went back to organize the information.

Arnold shook his head slightly. Li was very accurate. If this battle was handed over to these raw melon seeds, the Brotherhood would not be able to win even if it was twice as many people. He would have to exercise them again.

The front line received his order and his morale dropped greatly. While cursing the cold-blooded general, the group of new recruits continued to fire helplessly. Of course, they were not considered cursing, their general himself was cold-blooded.

The army was ultimately violent machines. Gradually, these soldiers fought fiercely. No matter how many undead troops were, they had no long-range firepower. After adapting to the initial fear, the soldiers found that these enemies were no more difficult than the targets they shot in the shooting range.

After calming down, they finally picked up all the tactical movements in the training and started to play happily.

"Change the magazine!" Ryan shouted, and his comrades next to him immediately increased their firepower output to fill the missing point. The battle lasted for most of the night. Ryan and the others had already forgotten their fear and learned to adapt. So he had already thrown his assault rifle aside and used the squad machine gun.

After changing into a new drum, Ryan returned to his defensive position and opened fire at the group of corpses on the opposite side. The comrades next to him took the opportunity to sit on the ground and rest for a while.

Suddenly, a cigarette was delivered to Ryan's mouth, "Give me a sip, refresh me." After almost resting, Private Henry lit two cigarettes, held one by his mouth, and put the other for Ryan.

"Does it need fire?" Henry said with a chuckle.

"Nonsense, hurry up and fight this wave." Ryan responded unhappily. As the battle deepened, his old teammate returned to his usual nature.

"Be careful to avoid it! Hey ha!" As he said that, the guy took out a multi-tube grenade launcher that he had taken out from somewhere and shot a barrage at the front. After a deafening explosion, a large open space was cleared out in front of him, and all the soldiers hurriedly seized the time to rest.

Henry asked loudly while changing the grenades: "Hey, Ryan, when will anyone come to replace us? I'm so upset about this boring live-fire exercise."

Ryan changed into a new machine gun barrel and rolled his eyes, "How did I know? The above has never said when the reinforcements will arrive. Besides, there is nothing wrong with live-fire exercises. At least the common zombies on the other side are relatively less dangerous. Do you want to have a mutant zombie like a tyrant?"

Henry, who had just watched the Resident Evil movie before, turned a little pale after hearing this, and then scolded Ryan: "Bao, you crow's mouth, there are no tyrants, they are all monsters in the movie, which will not be found in reality."

Then he probably kept muttering in order to calm his heart: "No, no, no..."

After changing the barrel, Ryan, who had a new drum on the barrel, ignored this nervous teammate, put the bracket on the sandbag and continued to aim at the opposite side.

Seeing that the opposite side was still quiet, he was a little surprised. Why was the preparation time a little longer this time? There should be no new changes.
Chapter completed!