In the fields of the farm, the color of the soil became more thick after the rain watering, and Jaden jumped down from the open door of the cab, and he mestuck the dirt on the ground with his foot.

Jaden was Jason’s driver in the car, and as the truck drove into the farm, he noticed something was wrong with the dirt on the ground ahead.He walked back and forth a few times on the ground in front of the car, and pressed his hands hard against the soil.

Jaden’s boots stepped on a pile of cluttered footprints on the ground, and the reddish-brown earth was stained with the soles of his shoes.

"Major," Jaden shouted into the car, "we should be able to get past it, if we could get through those crops."

“The soil here is soaked by rain, the ground is soft,” Jaden pointed to the footprints stepped on the ground, “if the truck goes up directly, the ridges between the fields may get stuck in our wheels, but if our cars are pressed from these crops, there should be no problem, and their cushions will increase the grip of the tires below to prevent slipping.”

“Well, let the car in the back keep a straight line behind you,” Jason said, looking at the looming farm-house behind the green shade in the distance, and he felt something there seemed to be.

Jason picked up his telescope and looked in that direction, and there were some zombie figures in his sight.

“Everyone on alert,” Jason shouted, “and everyone is on guard and ready to fight at the farm ahead.”

After Jason's order was issued, there was some commotion in the convoy, especially some non-military personnel began to tense up.After a period of time in the comfortable environment of the base, they seem to forget the cruelty of the outside world, and the sudden appearance of zombies on the farm makes them realize that the human world on the verge of collapse has not disappeared, but has always been around them.

The truck approached in the direction of the farm cabin, the view in front began to become clear, the number of zombies was not very large, and most of them wandered on the outskirts of the hut.

Some of the zombies heard the sound of the truck's engine and began to look at it, and the soldiers in the car took the guns in their hands, only to be fatal when the monsters approached.

The zombies began to walk towards the convoy, and some of them even began to run.

The truck stopped when it reached its best range, and the soldiers quickly jumped out of the car, then used the truck as a cover to start shooting at the approaching zombies.

“They seem to be able to hold HOLD,” Hill looked outside through the gap in the caravan, and she saw the zombies approaching that she was immediately crushed by the fire of the soldiers, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why do you go anywhere to meet these monsters?”Kim saw the zombies rushing at the soldiers without fear, and panicked.

"They're human beings, Kim," Hill said to Kim, "and it's hard to forget the people we met when we ran out of school, and they were our classmates before they became monsters."

“Why didn’t we become like them?”Kim turned his eyes back to the caravan, and the picture of blood scattered around her outside made her feel unbearable, and the speed of the heartbeat suddenly became much faster, and her hand sweated out.

Kim wiped the sweat of his palms on her pants, and she looked at the Hill, somewhat overwhelmed.

“Because we’re lucky,” Hill said, “and says that at least 95 percent of the world’s humans turn into zombies at the time of the first mutant outburst.”

“There are so many!”Hill's words shocked both Thompson and Kim, "God, it's unbelievable."

“Human beings who have been attacked by zombies after that, as long as they cause trauma or have had contact with body fluids, will become the same as them, and the probability of infection is 100%.”Hill went on to say that the data was something she occasionally learned when they chatted with Dr. Mario, who was in the same mood as they were now, but Dr. Mario's serene eyes gave her a little comfort. "Dr. Dr. There is still hope for humanity," he said.

“Really?”Kim grabbed Hill’s hand, as if the hope she had said was in hers, “Did the doctor really say that?”

“Well, their research projects are the hope of humanity,” Hill nodded, “and we’re about to join in and hold hope in their hands with them.”

The gunfire outside the caravan stopped, and Hill looked out again, seeing the bodies lying on the ground above.

“The danger is cleared, safe!”

“Safety.”

The soldiers returned to the car, and the truck started back up and drove in front, stopping again.

“Check down all the houses to see if there are any survivors,” Jason ordered the soldiers in the three trucks behind them on the intercom.

All four trucks were parked in front of the farm's cabins, which were located on the east side of the entire farm, with a circle of wooden fences on the outskirts of the huts, and a number of trees planted between the railings and the wooden houses.

After the soldiers got out of the car, they were divided into several teams under Jason's arrangement, and everyone dispersed to search for the buildings they were responsible for the inventory.

Rodriguez and a team of three other soldiers were in charge of searching the farm’s granaries, and the four of them stopped in front of a gray-white house.The roof was a crimson house about ten meters high, and covered a large area, and Rodriguez saw the words “warehouse” by its door.

The door of the warehouse was stuck with a long strip of wood, and Rodriguez called out a companion, and the two of them moved down the wood that was across it, and then they began to pull the iron ring on the door, and one began to pull out.

The door was opened in a gap, and nothing was seen in the darkness, and Rodriguez and his companions continued to pull the door a little wider.

Another companion behind him pulled out the military flashlight he was carrying, and he turned on the switch to the flashlight as he walked inside.There was a rotting smell in the warehouse, and Rodriguez and his companions were covered with a odor.

Suddenly the wooden door was knocked out from the inside, and the two people who were pulling the iron ring were knocked to the ground by the door panel, and a group of zombies suddenly poured out into the door.When they rushed out, the body knocked the door open, and the zombies behind rushed to the outside like a tide.

“Ah!”The soldier who had just to turn on the switch with the flashlight was too late to call for help, but was swallowed up by the gushing body tide that flowed inside, and the screams spread, which attracted the attention of other teams nearby.

“What happened there!”Hill suddenly exclaimed, and she saw that in front of a wooden house on the farm, four soldiers were instantly thrown to the ground by the zombies that had been swept to the ground, and these people had been mutilated by these bloodthirsty monsters without struggling a few times.

Hill’s face turned pale in an instant, and her body began to tremble.

“What happened?”Thompson held the gun in his hand, and he pounced on the gap in the awning and looked over over over the Hill’s gaze.

“My God,” Thompson exclaimed, “a zombie like a tide...”

“You stay in the car and take the weapons you’ve got before you take it in your hands,” Thompson said to Hill and King, then jumped out of the car.

"Sir, sir," cried Thompson, running toward the truck behind him, "something happened here, and the men, please bring your weapons, and we're going to help the soldiers."

“What happened, cowboy?”Matt and Kevin got out of the car with two flight attendants in the male safety officer who asked Thompson.

"There's no time to explain," Thompson said, pointing in the direction of the warehouse. "Look at that."

“God, where’s Jason’s?”Matt saw the zombies that kept coming out of the warehouse and stayed there, “Jason!”

Matt shouted, looking for Jason’s figure in his sights, but nothing came of it.

Gunfire began to come from the nearby cabin, and Thompson wiped the sweat from his face and said to Matt, “Mr. Captain, the major’s men seem to have their hands tied to various areas of the farm.”

Dr. Mario also came with several people from the research team, Thompson had heard what he had just said, and his look was a little heavy at the moment.

"Doctor, you're old, get back in the car," Thompson said, seeing the gray-haired Dr. Mario and the gun in his hand.

"Doctor, please go back to the car," Tom, who had come with his squad, and they had been nearest, and the screams from the other side of the warehouse had just caught their attention.

"I still have a gun, young man," said Dr. Mario. "The old dog has a few teeth."

"Doctor, I can't put you at risk," Tom looked past the warehouse, where the zombies had seen the people in the convoy, some of them still nibbled on the ground to eat the bodies of soldiers, and some staggered toward this side.

"All the people in the research team got back in the car," Tom said, pointing to the truck. "That's an order."

“Cowboy, you stay here to keep them safe,” Tom glanced at Thompson, then shouted to those around him.

"How are you enough," said Thompson, "and I'll go with you."

"Well, cowboy," Tom said, staring into Thompson's eyes, "I appreciate you and hope God will keep you alive."

“Dr., please take your man back to the car,” Matt said to Dr. Mario, and the four men in the flight attendants joined Tom’s team.

"Free to shoot," the zombies at the front had jumped closer to the crowd, and Tom shouted loudly, and the squad began to blaze fierce gunfire.

"Beware of shooting the zombie's head, where it's their fatal weakness," Tom's gun continued to spit on the tongue, telling the crew and Thompson that they didn't know how to shoot the zombies.

Bullets burrow a fog of blood on the bodies of the zombies, because their numbers are dense, some bullets rubbed by the front zombies will be shot into the body of the zombies behind, a small number of zombies will be directly burned to death, most of the zombies were hit by bullets, and most of them were not fatally injured.

Thompson’s forehead and hand were sweating, and he saw in the sight that most of the bullets he fired did not hit the target.At this moment, he knew that actual combat and his previous familiar hunting and shooting training were two different things.

“Relax, cowboy,” Tom said, noting the nervous Thompson by the side, whose low voice had stabilized Thompson’s nervousness.