The official gathering place, composed of local troops, police and militia, is now struggling to fight back against people outside the gathering place.


    No way, most of them died in the urban defense war, and less than one tenth of them survived. Even with the police and militia, there is only one company at most.


    The number of those outside is at least thousands, and almost everyone has a rifle in their hands. In fact, all the weapons in their hands are pulled out from the sacrificed soldiers.


    So are the ammunition. They are all picked out from the dead.


    But these people are not holding weapons and ammunition to resist zombies, but to make profits for themselves.


    For unarmed people, these people are just a group of living bandits.


    The attack was also an official gathering place. They wanted all the soldiers inside to die, and then robbed all the rich materials inside for their own use.


    They didn''t pay attention to the soldiers inside, even if those soldiers died for their safety.


    They don''t even know the most basic gratitude. They only have greed and desire in their eyes.


    "Battalion commander! There are only the last 5000 bullets left in the ammunition depot. The remaining 100 of us have only 500 bullets on average. We can''t last long with this ammunition alone! And there must be ammunition for beating zombies!"


    The man known as the battalion commander is a man in his late fifties. Although he is quite old, his body is still very strong because of long and hard exercise.


    Simply put, it''s a muscular man.


    When the battalion commander heard that the ammunition was about to run out, he was not in any panic. Instead, he advised the immediate director of the logistics department.


    "500 rounds per person? It''s still quite a lot. It doesn''t matter. These bullets are enough for us to defeat those people outside. We''ll talk about others later."


    He also raised his rifle and pulled the trigger at the enemies who were still shooting wildly outside.


    "Bang! With the sound of a gun, the bullet accurately hit the enemy who was still shooting at random in the distance and directly laid the man down.


    "Don''t worry. After this battle, I''ll take people out to look for ammunition. I remember there seems to be a combat readiness warehouse nearby. I''ll take people there to get ammunition. We''ll have enough bullets and shoot as long as we want."


    "Oh, that''s all I can do."


    To be honest, what they really worry about is not the shortage of ammunition, but the ordinary citizens behind them who need their protection.


    The citizens in the official gathering place are those who are willing to believe in the government and the army. Most of them are ordinary people without any ambition. What they expect is a safe base and sufficient food or the most basic survival needs. As for the rest of the elimination of zombies or other things, they believe that the state will handle them.


    Also because of this idea, these people are very vulnerable to threats or robbery by those outside.


    If the army had not been protecting them, they would have died at the hands of those outside.


    Moreover, because there are not many armed forces in the gathering place, they can''t go out to collect materials freely, because once they divide their troops to collect materials, those outside will rely on the advantage of number of people to completely break through the gathering place that is not easy to establish. What else will they do when their homes are gone?


    This is one of the reasons why they are short of materials.


    But at this time, a huge explosion attracted their attention, and a huge fireball appeared in the residential area behind them.


    "Whew touch!"


    "Shit! Mortars! Everybody stay hidden!"


    Yes, the reason for the explosion was that the group outside used mortars, but because it was the first time to use this weapon, it had no accuracy at all. Originally, this shell was intended to fall on the defense line arranged by the soldiers in the gathering area, but it fell in the residential area without causing any damage.


    "Tnnd, why is this thing so hard to control? No, I''ll do it again"


    The main culprit of the explosion, that is, the person who fired the mortar, looks not very old, that is, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but under his childish face, there is a tyranny.


    But just when the boy wanted to fire a mortar shell again, a huge gunshot different from the ordinary gunshot rang out.


    The young man who was preparing to fire mortars for the second time burst like a watermelon accidentally falling to the ground when the gunshot sounded. The whole man immediately lost his head and became a headless body, and began to fall back slowly.


    It was no one else who caused this result, the burly battalion commander.


    The battalion commander is carrying a type 10 anti equipment sniper rifle in his hand. The huge gunshot just now also came from here.


    "Alas, obviously he is still a child, but I have to kill him. What a world!"


    "Battalion commander, look away. It''s the end of the world. You did nothing wrong. Although you killed him, you also saved the group of citizens behind us who are willing to believe in us. No one will say anything to you."


    A teenager with weapons facing them and the Everbright citizens they want to protect know how to choose, so the battalion commander''s handling method is not wrong, not to mention the teenager opposite has to fire shells twice. If they are not stopped in time, they will be injured.


    Perhaps the young man died too tragically. The survivors around the young man, or a group of thugs, all stopped shooting at the same time, and the fast turning thugs had found a place to hide. Only those thugs who had not turned the corner still stayed in place and trembled.


    No way. Although they have seen people killed by guns, most of the people killed did not have too big gunshot wounds, so they didn''t feel any fear.


    But this time it''s different. The effect of the type 10 anti equipment sniper rifle on the human body is not comparable to that of ordinary guns. Although the teenager died by directly hitting his head, the scene of his head exploding directly scared the people around him to turn white and dare not move.


    "Stop writing! What are you doing? Hide quickly!"


    Perhaps it was because they couldn''t see it. Their stunned companion, a man who looked like a chicken thief at first sight, immediately scolded loudly.


    If someone scolds them like this at ordinary times, they must be shooting at the people scolding them with weapons in their hands, but now they are not only not angry, but some are glad that someone called them. After all, in the state just now, they are a living target. Who knows whether the next fragmented person will be themselves.