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Chapter 156 Sorry Brother
When he saw the captives' fingernails swelled by more than ten centimeters, cutting the camel's flesh like a sharp knife, Yan Zhi knew that these captives were no longer human beings, they had become walking corpses, and their consciences had been wiped out.

Now he has vaguely judged what the little devil made these captives for.

But at this time, Yan Zhi still couldn't kill these compatriots, he still couldn't do it.

A terrible scene began to appear, and the captives began to crazily eat the flesh and blood of camels that had not yet died.

This scene, under the sun, is not a little scary.

Seven or eight captives grew sharp claws, and fangs grew out of their mouths. The muscles on their faces were stiff, their scarlet eyes were fierce, and blue veins were all over their faces. You could see the wine they had just drank. Camel blood clearly flowed in the blood vessels.

After drinking camel blood and eating camel meat, the muscles of the captives began to grow rapidly, their blood vessels became thicker, and their whole people began to mutate rapidly.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zhi believed that the mutants in the movie he watched before time travel were not groundless.

Reminiscent of the various evil deeds done by the 7/彡/1 troops of the little devils, it is not unusual for the little devils to create such walking dead in the depths of the desert.

The little devils captured prisoners from various countries before and abused them in every possible way, but now they want to turn the prisoners into killing machines.

The little devils' domestic resources are scarce, and after brutal wars, their military resources are increasingly stretched. That's why they came up with such a vicious method.

The evil little devils have already realized during World War II that using evil methods can make people lose their conscience and soul, and turn them into walking corpses driven by them.

What humans have not seen does not mean that it does not exist. Things that people think are impossible have finally become possible.

Yan Zhi's sniper rifle was thrown aside.

Facing the walking dead who surrounded them at close range, the power of the sniper rifle was almost zero.

When it fell into the sand, Nalan Xinghui's Thompson submachine gun also fell into the sand and was trampled on by the captives.

Judging from this, these walking dead no longer know how to use guns, and their minds have become rigid... To be precise, they no longer have thoughts, they are just a group of walking dead, a group of walking dead who will not sweat or feel pain while running.

It is a scourge if this kind of walking dead remains in the world.

Although they may have made great achievements in killing enemies for the country, and many of them may have been filial sons, gentle husbands, and loving fathers, but now they are all walking dead, and they have all become little devils. The walking dead that scourges the Chinese people.

Yan Zhi kicked a prisoner to the ground with a side whip kick, and then kicked the two prisoners with a backswing kick until they vomited blood and fell to the sand.

It is conceivable that Yan Zhi was able to break the gun barrel of Sanba Dagai with great power. The person who was kicked in the chest by him had his internal organs ruptured, and he would undoubtedly die.

But the three captives didn't feel any pain at all. Just as they fell on the sand, their legs stood up like springs.

this is too scary.

People who feel no pain, who don't think, are horrible!

When kicking back, Yan Zhi saw that the sand waves behind him were no more than 30 meters away from him and Nalan Xinghui.

Although the power of the sand waves gradually diminished, they still rolled in at a height of seven or eight meters. Once caught by the sand waves, they would be buried alive instantly.

What's more frightening is that in the tumbling sand waves, a few corpses with corpse patterns can be vaguely seen, jumping and swimming happily on the top of the waves.

The corpse is not afraid of the sand waves like iron brushes.

With one leg, Yan Zhi kicked the arm of another prisoner who opened his big black mouth and exposed his white fangs, and threw himself at Nalan Xinghui, and then dragged Nalan Xinghui to continue running on the desert.

Now he can only run one step at a time. Before he falls, he must first ensure the safety of Nalan Xinghui.I don't know if there is still a chance to uncover the mystery of his and Nalan Xinghui's personal affairs.

Yan Zhi held Nalan Xinghui's soft but strong hand, is my good luck about to run out?

The captive's arm was broken into two by Yan Zhi's kick, exposing the interlaced white bones like canine teeth, bleeding profusely, but he felt no pain at all. As soon as he fell on the sand, he stood up like a spring, mouth Let out a roar that is no longer in human language, and the scarlet eyes are fierce, and they are rushing towards the face again.

It's pretty scary when a person becomes a walking dead and feels no pain.

If he hadn't watched movies such as The Walking Dead before crossing, and knew that the 7/彡/1 troop had done crimes against humans, Yan Zhi would have been terrified by the walking dead in front of him.

At this time, Nalan Xinghui was really frightened.The scene in front of her was too terrifying for her, and she couldn't accept such a human being for a while.

Judging from the fact that several captives who were hit by a camel and vomited blood could still stand up from the sand in an instant, to kill these captives, it may be necessary to blow their heads directly as described in the movies on TV. .

"Xinghui, pull out your pistol, follow closely behind me, and run straight forward."

While Yan Zhi was speaking, a Nepalese scimitar and a Zhongzheng bayonet appeared in his left and right hands, "These people are no longer our compatriots. They have no thoughts and souls, and they have become the walking corpses of little devils, harming the world. We must get rid of all these people." Get rid of them, staying will only be a disaster. Xinghui, don't be merciful, try to shoot them in the head, otherwise it will be very difficult to kill them."

As Yan Zhi said, he chopped off the head of a prisoner with a knife, secretly saying sorry brother.

Sure enough, after the captive who had lost his head fell to the ground, the nails that had grown out suddenly shrank rapidly, and the fangs on his head that flew several meters away also shrank rapidly and fell off.

Nalan Xinghui pulled out a Browning M1911 pistol, and shot a prisoner in the head.

Before Nalan Xinghui set off, he specially chose this Browning M911 pistol.The gun is powerful and uses 7 rounds of magazines to feed ammunition. It has good safety, low failure rate, and an effective range of 50 meters. During World War II, it was the overlord level of pistols.

"Pia!"

Nalan Xinghui pulled the trigger again and blasted a prisoner's head away. The snow-white liquid mixed with red blood scattered the shattered skull.

Fortunately, Nalan didn't notice it, which proved that when the prisoner who was shot in the head by him fell to the ground, there were a few fish-like yarns in the desert, swimming straight towards the corpse.

In a blink of an eye, several more prisoners died under the swords and guns of the two, but the remaining prisoners did not feel the slightest fear, and still surrounded the two like a tide.

Yan Zhi swung a Nepalese scimitar in his left hand, cut off half the head of a prisoner, and kicked a prisoner who was rushing towards Nalan Xinghui with a side kick with his right leg until his brains burst. Before landing, his left leg flew up and kicked a prisoner on the shoulder.The prisoner fell forward under the tremendous force of the kick, but was kicked hard in the chin by Yan Zhi's right knee, half of his head was almost crushed by the flying knee, and he fell to the ground, bleeding from all his orifices, and struggling with his hands on the sand. , wanting to grab Yan Zhi's legs.

The sand waves behind him were more than ten meters away from Yan Zhi and Nalan Xinghui, and Yan Zhi could clearly see a few corpses on the top of the sand waves. Small fish, after one sinks, disappear in the sand waves.

The two were besieged by the walking dead captives, and they couldn't run at all. In the blink of an eye, the last few rows of sand were less than ten meters away from Nalan Xinghui.

The last few rows of sand waves were still five or six meters high. After a few breaths, they arrived behind Nalan Xinghui, emitting a terrifying sound of rubbing, and smashed down on Nalan Xinghui like an overwhelming sea.

The sand is densely covered with mollusc corpses with striped corpse spots on their bodies.

(End of this chapter)