Countless survivors rushed to the city walls, their eyes wide open, their faces full of tension yet unable to hide their excitement as they watched this thrilling battle.
Everyone's heart was in their throat, their breathing was rapid, and their heartbeat was accelerated, as if they were also in the fierce battle.
This scene was so shocking that it made all the witnesses feel their blood boiling.
Finally, the excitement that had been accumulating in the survivors' hearts for a long time, like a volcano about to erupt, could no longer be suppressed.
Some people seemed to be suddenly freed from their restraints. They opened their mouths wide and shouted and cheered loudly!
"Ahhhhhhh!! We won!!"
This shout was like lightning that cut through the night sky, instantly igniting the surrounding atmosphere to the extreme.
Once someone took the lead, it was as if a floodgate had been opened, and the suppressed emotions of others burst out like a dam breaking.
They followed suit and raised their hands high, hugged each other, jumped and screamed excitedly like children.
He didn't care at all whether the person he was hugging was his wife or not.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
"Aaaaaaah! I win!!"
"We won! We won!!"
"Long live the Capital Base!!"
“Long live!! Long live!!”
At this moment, these survivors were completely immersed in the joy of victory, venting the depressed emotions that had been accumulated in their hearts for the past few days.
In the crowd, some people burst into tears with tears streaming down their cheeks, while others laughed so hard that their mouths could not stop, and their laughter echoed in the air.
They didn't care at all whether their shouts would attract terrible zombies, because the continuous huge explosions coming from Central Park had already completely drowned out their voices.
In every corner of the outer city, the originally scattered and solitary groups of zombies were also summoned by the sound and were running desperately towards the park.
"Hmm! What's going on!"
With a cry of surprise and a wave of cheers, Li Tiejun was suddenly awakened from his sleep.
He stared with his eyes hazily, his head still a little dizzy, and vaguely heard deafening cheers coming from all around: "We won!" "We won!" These words flooded into his ears like a tide.
Gradually, Li Tiejun became more sober and a happy smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
He turned over contentedly, ready to continue sleeping peacefully amid the fierce sound of gunfire.
He was still mumbling incoherently: "Victory is good, winning is good, long live the people..."
In fact, the survivors were just stimulated by the momentary magnificent scene. After all, how could they win against a swarm of millions of zombies with just one bombing?
In the sky not far away, Chen Bufan was hovering in a Black Hawk helicopter.
Besides him, there were Li Feier and Jiang Tong on the plane. They both bent over, concentrating on operating two M134 Gatling machine guns, and madly fired at the tide of zombies pouring in like a tide below.
Accompanied by a sharp electromagnetic sound, countless bullets poured down like raindrops. Wherever they passed, the unfortunate zombies turned into minced meat on the ground while twisting in pain. The scene was bloody and spectacular.
"Kakaka…"
However, not long after, Li Feier suddenly straightened up, stared at the machine gun in her hand that had run out of ammunition with a resentful look on her face, and said coquettishly: "Ah! Is it empty so soon? It's only been a few minutes, and I haven't had enough fun yet!" She turned her head aggrievedly and looked at Chen Bufan.
Seeing this, Chen Bufan on the side rolled his eyes helplessly and said unhappily: "Why are you looking at me? It's not like my gun is empty!"
At this moment, Jiang Tong also stopped shooting and turned back with a cold face: "I'm not good enough either."
Damn, the maximum firing rate is 6,000 rounds per minute. How can it not be fast if you keep holding the switch?
Can't you switch it on more slowly?
No gun can withstand such violent use by you two. Can't you be a little gentler?
"Change the bullets yourself, shoot slowly."
Chen Bufan timidly took out a few ammunition boxes from the space and gave them to the two men. If they hadn't fought enough, they could just keep fighting.
These are real boxes, each box is specially made for Gatling, and there are 18,000 rounds of bullets in one box.
"Thank you, Brother Chen!"
"Thanks, dear…"
The terrifying firepower from the helicopter poured down like a rainstorm, but this seemingly powerful attack had a fatal weakness: its ammunition capacity was extremely limited.
Although every bullet hit the target accurately, facing the endless stream of zombies that came like a tide, it was impossible to wipe them all out in this round.
As time went on, helicopter after helicopter ran out of ammunition.
In desperation, these helicopters had to raise their fuselages and quickly rise into the sky.
They chose to evacuate the battlefield from high altitudes and return to the steel base as quickly as possible to reload ammunition.
The reason for doing this instead of flying away at a low altitude is simple: the huge roar of the engine when flying at a low altitude is very likely to attract the attention of the zombies and attract them to follow.
The fierce battle lasted until the last moment. All other helicopters had successfully retreated, except the one that Chen Bufan was on, which was still hovering alone over the park.
It was like a bright light, attracting the attention of countless zombies below and becoming the final focus on the battlefield.
The once clean, tidy and picturesque park is now beyond recognition and looks like a ruin or a mass grave.
The stone bricks on the ground had long been broken into pieces, turning into bumpy pits. The flowers, plants and trees that had once been so beautiful were now lying on the ground in all directions. The only pavilion in the park was even more horrible. Except for two shaky pillars that were barely supporting it, the rest of it had collapsed and was damaged.
Looking around, the entire ground was covered with zombie corpses, body parts, and fragments of flesh, as well as shocking pools of black and red flesh pulp covering the ground.
The surviving zombies didn't care about the blood and filth under their feet. They just stood in the mud and looked up at the helicopter in the sky.
At the same time, they stretched out their bloody hands and let out low roars, looking forward to tasting the delicious food from the sky.
Jiang Tong and Li Fei'er had stopped shooting. They were tired, and the equipment they were wearing was very heavy. Beads of sweat kept falling from their faces, causing their hair to stick to their fair faces, making them look very lustful.
"It's getting late. It's very troublesome to load ammunition on the helicopter. Let's do this today." Seeing that it was getting dark, Chen Bufan couldn't wait to get off work.
"Okay, Brother Chen, we'll continue tomorrow." Li Feier nodded and kept wiping the sweat from her little hands.
"Li Fei'er, are you going home or leaving with us?"
"Ah? You're not staying?"
"Not today, let's wait until this is over."
"Okay then, leave me in the inner city. I'll go see my father. I'm afraid he'll be worried."