Before they could wait too long, zombies chased the civilians to their defense.

"Wu, wu." With the sound of sniper rifles, these zombies fell on the ground hundreds of meters away from the defense line.

Police on the defense line rushed out and took the survivor back and sent them to the quarantine area.

A strong man suddenly struggled when he saw that he was going to be sent to the quarantine area, "No, no, I wasn't bitten, I won't go, you bastards will use violence against us civilians..."

Bang, Boyt smashed him to the ground with a pot, signaling two police officers to handcuff him and take him to the isolation area.

He looked around and said loudly in his hoarse voice: "It is a special moment. If you want to talk about human rights, go and talk to the rotten eggplant on the other side. Even if I will be removed from office because of this, as long as I am still the sheriff, I must listen to my orders. Anyone refuses to enter the quarantine area for inspection and will handcuff me. If you dare to resist with weapons and shoot me on the spot, we have no time to waste it on them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." All the police officers got rid of their confusion. Only Caroline looked at the sheriff worriedly. Even if he really survived the crisis, he would not be much better.

As more and more survivors were surviving, the zombies behind were larger and larger. The police officers on the defense also went from being at ease to being a little busy.

"Doctor! Come here, there are wounded people."

"Damn it, who has the m9 magazine?"

“Reinforcement, we need reinforcement.”

Seeing the continuous weakening of the firepower of the defense line and the increasing number of wounded people, Boyt was anxious. The bitten and scratched police officers were likely to increase combat power to the zombie army, but they could not be killed directly. No matter how cruel he was, he could not do it.

"Have the National Guard not come yet? My people are almost dead." He yelled at Caroline, and the beautiful police officer could only shake his head in pain.

Damn, can't do it anymore? I'm really unwilling to accept it. Boyt replaced it with a new magazine. Okay, it's a good thing to die in his hometown. It's a pity that these young men are all good.

Unfortunately, not everyone has the awareness of Boyt. Our handsome and smart police officer Joe was very wise to see that the defense line was shaking, and another wave of powerful impact would be broken, and then it was probably a scene of corpses everywhere.

While pretending to observe the situation, he quietly moved to the side.

He bent over and sneaked to a police car on the edge, looked in, and it was very good, and the key was inserted into it. He opened the car door and planned to drive away from this hell. He thought of all the excuses: Boyt ordered resistance without authorization, but ended up being outnumbered. He bravely broke through the zombies and sent messages to the rear.

Well, that's right. It's better to suggest that the military use a fire bomb to attack here, so that there will be no more troubles, hehe.

The glass above the police car suddenly shattered, and a fat woman zombie weighing 300 pounds jumped out of the window, pounced on Joe, and bit his neck. It seemed that the devil of hell liked this guy who was as selfish as them, so he sent an angel to guide him into hell so quickly.

Boom! With a loud bang, Caroline opened a shotgun for the fat zombie. She looked at the opened car door. She shook her head and looked at Joe, whose neck was bitten off. She said softly, "I'm sorry, miscellaneous." With a bang, she sent him a ride.

After another 15 minutes, Swat was all on the way, and Boyt had no mobility in his hand. He was ready to die. Suddenly, a wounded man sitting on the ground pointed behind him and shouted, "Oh my God! Look. We have reinforcements."

Boyt turned around and the scene in front of him shocked him. From the streets in the distance, there were a crowd of black people, mostly young and strong men, mainly black and Asian. He had seen the leading person. Wasn't that Mr. Dai, the newly appointed district mayor of the southern neighborhood, who had just taken office for a short time.

Although my father is wearing a suit and ties at this moment, the tough temperament unique to the Northeastern Chinese people is fully revealed.

He pulled his tie down, tied his hands tightly with the shotgun in his hand, and held the gun and shouted: "Young men, it's time to defend our home. Let the men in the North District see our courage. Whether it's zombies or aliens, if you want to occupy our home, ask the guys in our hands first."

"Oh!" A sea of ​​weapons rose behind my father, shooting rifle, shotgun, rifle, pistol, baseball bat, machete, everything.

"Everyone obeys the command, don't be in trouble!" The father took the lead and smashed a zombie with one shot, then came to Boyt and said, "Give the order, sheriff, these are all great guys, none of them are cowards."

Although the sheriff was so moved that he almost cried, he still yelled at his father angrily: "You are making trouble, these are all civilians, not policemen or soldiers, you are asking them to die."

The father looked at him calmly: "If they don't come, they can live without death, I don't want them to come."

Then my father jumped into a police car and whispered to everyone around him: "Today we can run away, find a safe place to leave here, and give Chicago to these zombies. Then tomorrow we can run to the next place without zombies, but until one day the whole of the United States is given to zombies, where can we run? We can't protect our own homes. Do we expect others to protect it?"

"Protect your home and kill zombies!" "Protect your home and kill zombies!" The young men's passion had long been awakened, and even some police officers joined the lineup of shouting. After shouting slogans, they felt that there was endless power in their bodies supporting them to fight.

The sheriff stopped talking nonsense, and he jumped into the police car and shouted to the people around him: "Okay, since you are not afraid of death, then today we will either kill the zombies and take them back home, or we will all die here."

"good!"

"The one who holds the gun is on the front line, the one who holds the long weapons is on guard, and the one who has short weapons or those without weapons can help transport the wounded and ammunition. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

With a shout, the group of new forces rushed to the defense line. They might not have been trained, and some even fired for the first time, but the number of suppression was enough to make up for these shortcomings. A burst of light and heavy weapons fired, immediately swept the zombies in front of the defense line into a large area.

Fortunately, the sheriff was not dazzled by the scene in front of him. He grabbed his father who was about to rush into the battlefield and said to him: "Mr. Dai, you can't rush to the front line. These children are obeying you. You must give orders for me."

My father looked at the battlefield with a jealousy and could tell the difference between priorities and priorities, "Okay, what do you need to help me, the manager said."

"We are short of everything now, ammunition and medicine, see if we can get some from."

"Don't worry, the second echelon will arrive soon."
Chapter completed!