Marvel’s Death Merchant

At the artillery position outside the base, a man who looked like an officer was constantly motivating the artillery. The virus-infected creatures outside are very dangerous and can be said to be very terrifying.

"Soldiers! We have a heavy responsibility! We are responsible for the maximum firepower output of the entire camp. For the sake of the camp and for yourselves, use all your strength!" the officer said encouragingly. We're running out of shells! Why haven't the people from the logistics department brought the artillery shells over yet? A soldier looked anxiously at the second lieutenant in front of him and said. "Fake!" the second lieutenant cursed secretly. "Are all the people in the Logistics Department dead? Didn't they all send people to rush? Send me another person to rush!" "This is the fourth one, could something happen?" The soldier seemed to be a little worried. concern.

"Don't talk nonsense! This is the center of the camp, how could something happen? If you dare to talk nonsense again and shake the morale of the army, I will send you to a military court!" Fake! Why haven't these scum come back yet? ! "After the second lieutenant finished speaking, his anger seemed to be at its maximum. He picked up his pistol and said. "Private Harry! ""yes! Sir! "Now come with me to the logistics department, I want to see what is going on!" ""yes! Sir! "After that, the second lieutenant led the soldier out of the bunker and walked towards the logistics department. Not two minutes after walking out, the second lieutenant suddenly stopped. He looked ahead warily.

"What's wrong? Sir." Someone! The second lieutenant immediately lowered his waist and prepared an attack stance. "Sir...sir, could it be your imagination?" the soldier said. "Shut up! You weren't even born when I was fighting!"

While the two people were talking, a shaky figure walked over from the side of the road. The second lieutenant raised his pistol and pointed forward and said. "Who is it? Tell me your unit number!" The man didn't answer, but he still walked towards here little by little. The second lieutenant took a closer look and saw that this man was wearing a U.S. military uniform. "Sir... this is Charlie from my class! He is an alcoholic. He may have just gone to the logistics department to drink too much..." After saying that, the soldier walked towards the man.

"What?!" When the second lieutenant just reacted, the soldier had already been pulled far away. "Sir! Help me!" the soldier shouted in panic.

"Okay! Wait!" After saying that, the second lieutenant picked up his pistol and shot at the zombie, but a group of people wearing US military uniforms slowly emerged from both sides of the road.

"Zombies?! Why are there zombies here?!" The second lieutenant fired his gun and ran quickly to the artillery position, but before the second lieutenant could run away, a zombie jumped from 10 yards away as if flying. She got on his body and rode on his neck, biting him continuously.

"Colonel!" a soldier asked as he rushed into Colonel Staples' command post. "What's wrong?" he said calmly. "The artillery position just said on the walkie-talkie that a large number of zombies appeared on their position! They asked us to support them." "What!!" The colonel seemed to be unable to believe his ears. "Zombies appeared in the camp?! How did the zombies get in? Our defense line has not been breached yet! Did the infected fly over?" the colonel yelled hysterically.

"Colonel... what should we do?" "Notify the troops in the pre-war position and ask them to dispatch one to support the artillery. Without the artillery, it is already a headache. If we are attacked by zombies from both sides, we will lose!" Colonel Said loudly. “Go…quickly!

"Sir!" said a soldier. "Why is there no sound from our artillery?" "...Maybe we are taking a rest. We can't rely too much on the artillery. The artillery shells will be exhausted one day!" "Yes! Sir!" "Yes! The colonel ordered your team to add more Another team is going to support the artillery positions, they have a large number of infected people there!"

"Is there an infected person in the camp?" Mike's expression was exactly the same as the colonel's expression after hearing the news. "Yes! So I ask your troops to support the artillery positions and eliminate the infected in the shortest possible time. Remember not to leave any zombies behind!"

"Sir! The colonel said that they have sent reinforcements and want us to hold back the zombies at all costs." The signal soldier said to a captain.

"Hold the zombies? Our defense line is the only one left. How can we hold them back? Or should we die?" the captain said loudly and almost madly. "But...but sir, reinforcements are coming." "...I understand, then we will hold off those monsters as much as possible."

At this time, the zombies had broken through to the front of the artillery position. Although they were all soldiers of the human resistance army, the artillery was not as well designed and trained as the infantry, so it seemed that the zombies that had broken through had an advantage. "Rick!" said the Captain. "Hurry up, take out the mortar! Shoot them!" A soldier said doubtfully: "Use a mortar at such a close range?" "I believe you! You can definitely do it!" "...Yes, Sir!"

After speaking, the soldier rushed out of the position and went to the rear. He took out the mortar, ran back a few dozen meters, fixed the cannon legs, and aimed at the infected in front of the position. "Boom!" A cannonball exploded among a group of zombies, and several zombies were immediately lifted into the sky by the air wave.

"Okay!" The soldier said secretly, it can be done! He continued the bombardment, but the zombies were creatures without feeling or fear. They rushed into the position facing the bombardment. "What? Zombies have entered the position?!" The soldier stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

"Sir, why do we have to rescue the artillerymen? Don't they have guns themselves?" said a civilian-like person. "Why? Artillery is our important source of vitality. Without artillery, our defense line will be greatly reduced. You don't want to see such a thing, right? The artillery people can't use cannons as bayonets, right? Once zombies are at close range with humans, If there is contact, the chances of human beings winning will be greatly reduced, no...it's not that the chances of winning are small...that's..."

"Massacre!" The soldier named Rick looked at the battle between the zombies and the soldiers in the position in front of him. No, it shouldn't be called a battle. It was simply a massacre. "I...I..." Rick didn't know if it was because of fear or anger that his hands were shaking. "Boom!" Mortar shells exploded among a group of zombies. "I'm going to kill you all!" Rick roared.

"Soldiers! Kill them all!" A noncommissioned officer continued to encourage the soldiers loudly. Suddenly the sergeant seemed to hear something. He moved his head behind him, and a mortar flew over... "Boom!" The position and the soldiers were blown to pieces. "What was the explosion just now?" the colonel said loudly. "Um... the latest situation is that the artillery shells from the artillery position mistakenly hit the front of our position and collapsed a wall position."

(To be continued.)