George grew up and couldn't help but take a few steps back, terrified of making a sound that would startle the zombies.
"There are hoes here, chief. How about we go grate some potatoes first later? Potato stew with rats, I always eat." The jarring voice suddenly rang in George's ears, startling him and almost jumping.
George looked back and found that the big fool was carrying a hoe and was looking down at himself. It was as if he didn't see the corpse.
George jumped up hard and slapped the back of Alexander's head with a crisp sound.
He yelled in a low voice: "Drop that stupid thing! Can't you fucking see over there?!"
Alexander rubbed the back of his head feeling a little aggrieved, and he looked up at the group of ragged 'little kids' at the door.
The big fool froze in place for half a second, seemingly pondering the reason for his boss's displeasure. But immediately afterwards he suddenly picked up his shield without warning and rushed forward!
It was like a bear rushing over blocks!
The zombies who bore the brunt of the attack were like being run over by a tank and fell straight down, while those whose sides were brushed by the big block flew around. But more zombies are in this excitement, from the door side of the crazy influx!
Alexander was directly swamped by the corpses, but with a roar and burst, those zombies on him then scattered and flew up, seemingly unable to help this angry bear.
Apparently the bodyguard was able to navigate the herd with ease, but his boss, it was a disaster.
The zombies at the edge had started to come towards George.
Looking at such a scene, George grabbed his hair and just wanted to yell - he simply did not want to go directly to war with the zombies here, according to his vision, at least to change the place, the zombies will be separated.
But the big guy just stabbed this hornet's nest down!
Two zombies had arrived one after another, and George swung his spike hammer, smashing one down and kicking the other away. The next thing he heard was the sound of wind coming from behind him, and after a wretched roll, he found that there were already six or seven zombies rushing towards him around him!
George's heart jumped around violently, secretly spitting bitterness. Turned and ran to the back of the miscellaneous objects.
"Quickly to protect the driver!!!" I don't know if the yell worked, but the boss still yelled out the words in the process of escaping.
Obviously the Chinese phrase could not be heard by the bodyguard, but it worked. After hearing this, the big man rushed towards George, and after a rumbling sound of running and flesh on flesh, the zombies that were in Alexander's way were knocked around like tiles.
The few zombies that were chasing George were run over by the incoming tank, but the scene became even more chaotic.
Although the big guy is fierce, however, it can not do to attract all the zombies to his side. Especially the zombies he knocked away, there will always be some from the ground to rise again, following the sound of footsteps frantically around.
In no time, the chaos of zombies will be everywhere in the mill!
On the other hand, George in the middle of wandering always bump into the oncoming zombies, worse, there will be that zombie from the sky. While using the terrain to deal with the scattered zombies, he looked around and found that I'm afraid that in a little while, the zombies around him would gather, like a siege on Alexander, to completely surround him.
But he did not have the same great strength as the bodyguard, it was clear that if five or six zombies pounced together, his little life would have to die here.
"I'm really a wild dog!!!"
Smashing the head of a zombie, George looked behind him running over the group of zombies in tears, he jumped east and west into a temporarily clear wine trough, listened to the sound of dense footsteps coming from overhead, and picked up the holy book at his waist.
Maybe it's not too late to read a eulogy to himself...
'Bah! I am going to recite a war song - boss, don't you fool me...''
Amidst the thoughts, the sweating George was ready to make a bookmark first...
In this world, the priesthood fighting has always had a habit - loud singing hymns. They believe that the mighty name of God can make the evil demons retreat.
And now, this faithless man had to grab this last straw to.
When 'punish in the name of the holy' was sung from George's mouth, the first zombie had jumped into the wine trough. George looked at the dead eyes that suddenly became confused in front of him, swung the canon and slammed it to the side. Leaping inside the other wine trough.
"Sweep away evil, have mercy on the weak, be fearless..."
The hymn that came out of his mouth never stopped, and the embarrassing hymn that gave him goosebumps did seem to do something. The zombies around him slowed down in a very obvious state, and the zombies that saw his eyes would immediately become confused.
After seeing this effect, George's two eyes glazed over and sang with more vigor.
Just occasionally have to look at the canon, looks a little laborious...
''Luckily I bookmarked it!!!''
Fewer and fewer zombies pounced, George began to use the terrain, while carrying the 'slab' and nail hammer, while wandering with the scattered zombies.
As the hymn became clearer and louder, some zombies with missing arms and legs actually began to crawl outward in a panic.
The zombies no longer intended to surround him as they did before. Only a few of the zombies with the most intact bodies were still following him reluctantly.
These few stupid things soon tripped over the clutter and were tackled one by one by George.
"Fuck, I can't believe the old man got his back down."
George wiped the sweat off his forehead, and by this time he realized he had actually made it around to the barn. And it was almost quiet at the outside end of the mill. Just the occasional sound of running and wrestling.
Listening to such familiar words, the corner of George's eyebrows could not help but twitch up.
A zombie flew over, fell down next to the door slowly stood up and walked into the barn. As George saw it, he suddenly realized that he was able to see its docket situation as well.
[Decaying zombie]
[Comprehensive combat power: 1 (They are some poor scrawny refugees in life, there is really no force to speak of. But these things are scary at night. And people who are infected and corrupted by them will gradually turn into the same thing as them.)]
''Without using these words, I can guess their fighting power.''
Without talking nonsense with it, George directly swung the brick-like canon and shone it's head. The zombie's head was smashed and tilted, and George tripped and fell to the ground, kicking its rotten head.
After walking out of the barn door, he found three other guys who were confused in the chant, and because they were so slow to react, they all fell to the ground in a few rounds of hammering.
After a couple of breaths, George felt slightly exhausted. He did not go over to the mill, until it was almost quiet, and only then slowly walked over.
The entire mill was littered with lying bodies, only that Alexander sat on top of a wine trough, eating a string of black sausages.
After seeing this scene, George was relieved.
'This guy is indeed very capable. So many zombies, he was not even injured.'' George thought while shaking off his somewhat sore arms and sat on top of a shelf.
After this sudden moment of relaxation, he realized how tired he was, and felt like his whole body was about to be deflated up.
"Go through the pockets of the corpse and see if there is anything." He said breathlessly to his bodyguard.
"No, dirty." Alexander chewed his sausage and looked at his boss, his eyes slitted.
"There might be potatoes or something to eat." George said faintly.
Alexander turned up the body.
With a secret sigh, George removed his gloves and flipped open the scroll to observe it.
He found that there were only about twenty monsters left on the map, which meant that just now the two of them had taken out almost thirty zombies!
"I can't believe I took out seven or eight of them in one breath?" Touching the sweat on his neck, George couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Although he couldn't remember the events of the last two years, in his impression, he shouldn't have had such a battle record.
It seems that people still have to push a little to explode more potential.
He couldn't wait to look at the little blinking gold star on the scroll, and George read and interpreted the words.
He found that his physique had increased by 0.1 to 1.3, but his combat power had not changed.
He looked curiously at a small blue dot next to him - Alexander. But it seemed that because it was stronger than himself, there was a section on there about strength, and physique was still unknown. Looking at that [Overall Combat Rating: C (R)], George frowned slightly, pondering how much the two differed.
The scroll seemed to hear his heart - or maybe his thoughts would affect the change of the font, and he saw a sudden additional note above Alexander's combat strength: [At least beat you 10 no problem anyway.
"Ahem, it still seems a bit inaccurate."