Scott felt that his heartbeat had stopped working one step ahead of him for a moment. It was the screams behind him that made Scott regain his body.

A strong man hiding in the corner was tightly grasped by a blue palm breaking through the wooden wall, and his whole body lost its blood.

"Let's think of a way! Save me!" The captured man stood on the wall with one foot, trying hard to prevent himself from being pulled in the direction of the wall. Through the broken gap, several undead people outside were observing inward with their turbid eyes.

The other two survivors closest to him immediately took a few steps back, widened their distance from him, and left the wall by the way.

"Don't squeeze me, I'll catch one!" Through the wall, the survivors could also hear the salivating voices of the undead outside.

"Cut its arm! Hurry up and do it, damn it, are you going to watch me die?" The man who was caught turned pale and howled heart-wrenchingly, almost overwhelming the undead outside.

Scott looked back at the farce behind, then at the mutant species blocking the door at the door, tightened the steel knife in his hand, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran over, raising his knife and chopping off the arm of the undead!

"Either kill the undead at the door, or die here! Choose yourself!" Scott shouted: "Which Cyris tells you every day that only unity can you survive. This is the time to test whether we are united or not!"

The man who was caught had just escaped from danger and had no time to nod at Scot, and was pushed in front by Scott: "This is our last chance! Come on!"

The man had just saved his life by Scott and had to run a few symbolically forward a few steps. The other two survivors also had to bite the bullet and rush towards the door under Scott's motivation and gaze.

These survivors who have lived to this day all know one truth: the more serious the mutation of the undead, the more severe it is.

The undead person at the door had three heads, which was hard to mess with at first glance!

But as Scott said, either take a gamble and run out by yourself, or die here and become an undead meal, and there is no choice.

But no one wants to take the lead and be the first person to rush over.

Except Noor, Noor, the closest to the deformed undead.

The big, thin boy, who didn't know where he got the courage, suddenly burst out and rushed towards the undead, with the small dagger in his hand being raised high.

No one with combat experience will use daggers like him. The most important skill of short weapons is to hide their attack intentions and gain a fatal opportunity for one blow.

But the other three people, including Scott, subconsciously accelerated their pace. Nour was dead. Now it depends on whether he could escape while the other party killed Nour.

Especially Scott, this shrewd businessman, had already squeezed a piece of iron ore that was not big or small in his hand.

Once Nuer's sacrifice fails to gain enough time, he is ready to buy himself some time on his own initiative, but it requires the sacrifice of a 'friend'.

Sorry, everyone, Scott kept choosing the right target with his own light at the end of the team. He didn't want to be discovered by others to survive like this.

Nour suddenly jumped high, less than half a meter away from the Undead, as if he wanted to use his dagger to pierce the head in the middle of the Undead.

"Thank you gods, I will not forget your sacrifice, Noor!" Scott had heard the sound of the wooden wall behind him being knocked through. He had to seize every second and take advantage of the opportunity created by Noor to escape from this ghost place!

"Buzz!"

Scott felt a cool air passing by his ears, but the nervous survivor had no time to pay attention to these details.

He only saw Nuer jumping high, and then threw the tall mutated undead to the ground. The dagger in his hand was venting his fear, constantly piercing the head of the undead's chest.

Nur was too short to allow him to attack the head that the other party really used to control his body.

Scott, who had already thrown out of the door frame, had a dazed mind. His front foot was still running, but his back foot wanted to stand in place.

As a result, he fell to the ground and was facing the head of the woman on the ground!

"Ah!" Scott didn't care about being afraid and used the tight ore in his hand to directly hit the woman's head, which had already been unrecognizable!

"Puff!" The woman's head was smashed to pieces by Scott like a rotten tomato.

Hell!

Scott looked at Nuer, who was still hysterically piercing the undead's body with a dagger, and turned his gaze to the most complete head of the mutated undead.

A metal arrow shot through the head, and only a finger-long tail feather was shaking slightly.

Scott looked behind him in the direction of the arrow. A Seris in delicate armor walked in at the broken wooden wall. A huge longbow was held in his hand, and several undead bodies fell to the ground behind him.

For some reason, when Scott breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the visitor was a Cyris, he didn't bother to thank the other party for saving him. He lay directly on the ground, breathing the air greedily.

There was only one Cyris in the Steel Walker Camp, but he had never taken off that weird helmet, and the others could only infer that he was a Cyris by his skin color.

Over the past period of time, the word Cialis has become synonymous with strength among survivors.

"Are you from the Steel Walker Camp?" Scott looked at the Seris man, like a rabbit, and picked up Nuer from the body of the undead and threw it aside.

Perhaps because he felt that he didn't hear it clearly, the Cyris asked again: "Steel Walker Barracks, do you know how to go?"

"I know, sir, we are the scouts in the Steel Walker Camp!" Scott felt that enough strength had finally accumulated in his body, so he quickly stood up from the ground.

In the previous chaotic chaos, three of them escaped without a trace.

Scott looked at Nuer, who was holding the dagger tightly and twitching against the door frame, shook his head and randomly discarded the ore in his hand to the side.

I hope those people can return to the camp alive.

Scott suppressed his heart that was almost picking out his chest in just a few seconds, and tried hard to smile: "Sir, are you looking for the person in charge of the Steel Walker Camp? I can lead the way!"

PS: Yesterday I watched the open class at Chongqing University recorded by Professor Wen Tiejun in 12 years, and analyzed the four foreign investment and eight crises in China's economic history. Students who are interested can go and take a look. After reading it, I felt enlightened and explained in a concise way that China's objective reasons for economics from "full Suhua" to the intellectual youth going to the countryside, as well as the choices of leaders of the Republic in the face of various economic problems. Just like when I was playing Iron Ambition 4,
Chapter completed!