In the group of zombies, the zombies enjoying meat at the center lowered their heads and chewed on the bodies of the soldiers. More and more zombies joined the ranks of food distribution, gradually building a small mountain of zombies on the ground. The zombies who were the first to receive food were kept at the bottom by their panions who were constantly pouring in to take a share of the soup, probably unaware of their existence.
The zombies piled up Arhat, but there were still dumplings at Yongdaokou. Every minute, there were several to dozens of zombies falling into the city. The hills piled with zombies were increasing in size every minute.
The soldiers of the Big Knife team have cut the zombies to the point where their hands are numb and their feet are cramped. There's no end to this!
When the zombie mountain piled up by many people was more than a few meters high, the soldiers with big swords were filled with ambition and turned into full of resentment in front of the nameless corpse mountain.
Do you want to play like this? Endless tasks, endless flow. Finally, the soldiers of the Grand Knife finally realized that chopping zombies can also lead to behavioral fatigue.
Engaging in the same job for a long time always leads to a sense of boredom, especially when chopping down these stinking zombies in a sea of corpses.
Once fatigue occurs, one will make mistakes and make various mistakes.
A soldier who had already cut off his eyelids unexpectedly struck his panion with a knife, and this knife deeply understood the essence of decapitation. Half of the panion's head flew out from the helmet.
This is just a accidental injury, which can be regarded as a small probability event without statistical analysis. More soldiers are gradually trapped in the vast ocean of zombies and cannot extricate themselves. Often, a broadsword warrior faces the claws of dozens of zombies, carrying dirty nails to dig your nostrils and touch your face until they bleed.
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