The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Bang! Bang..."

Without hesitation, Carl pulled the trigger again and again. With each gunshot, the zombies fell down one by one.

With one magazine, the trigger was pulled more than ten times in a row, and the bullets in the magazine were quickly emptied.

Fortunately, the corpses of the zombies slightly slowed down the pace of the remaining zombies.

Carl quickly took out the spare magazine and started replacing it. Fortunately, he had always maintained the good habit of carrying the Glock and spare magazines wherever he went.

Carl knew that he had to try his best to intercept these zombies. There was a herd of horses behind him, and if the zombies really broke into the herd of horses.

No matter how brave these horses are, they can't be so brave as to tolerate zombies eating their own kind right beside them while they just stand there stupidly.

Not to mention whether these zombies can actually kill many horses, but as long as the zombies really rush into the herd of horses, the horses without riders will most likely flee in all directions.

This was something Carl could not allow, these horses were important and Carl loved horses.

Changing the magazine was quick, taking only a few seconds, and now Carl didn't need to exert much effort to load the gun, and soon Carl raised the Glock again.

"Uh uh uh..."

The zombies were getting closer. Some of the zombies in front that were tripped and fell by the corpses did not stand up again, but crawled over on all fours from a distance. Instead, their speed seemed to be faster than that of ordinary zombies.

At this time, the distance to Carl was only more than 20 meters. Even if the zombies were slow, it would only take a few seconds.

"Bang! Bang!..."

Carl pulled the trigger again and again, moving slowly backwards, his brain working at full speed. It was impossible for him to stop these zombies by himself.

But he had already left the pickup truck, and the zombies were approaching the pickup truck, so it was unrealistic for him to get back on the pickup truck.

"Uh uh…"

"Hiss~"

In front of us was the roar of zombies, and behind us was the snorting of horses.

Carl fired and retreated at the same time, quickly turning his head to look behind him. Fortunately he had taken a good look, because if he retreated any further he would have hit a horse.

Carl didn't think the horse would hit him, it would most likely kick him directly. A full-strength kick from a strong adult horse would break at least a few bones even for an adult.

Not to mention myself.

He stood still and refused to retreat. He pulled the trigger repeatedly. Soon the second magazine was empty again. Carl quickly took out the third and final magazine.

Carl only brought two spare magazines. After all, this thing was not light, and three full magazines with more than fifty bullets were usually enough.

But now, two magazines have been emptied, and there are still most of the zombies. Even if Carl can achieve an almost impossible 100% hit rate with this last magazine, or even kill two birds with one stone, it is impossible to eliminate all the zombies.

Reason told Carl that he should find a way to protect himself. Although the horses were important, they were not as important as his own life.

There was no way to retreat, as there was a dense herd of horses behind him and the pickup truck in front had been submerged by the group of zombies, which were very close.

"Bang!"

After killing another zombie, the others began to rush forward. Carl's pupils shrank slightly, and he did not care whether he would be kicked away by a horse, and quickly retreated.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just at this time, gunshots rang out from the side. It was Michonne and her group. Nearly ten people riding on horseback started shooting.

The zombies' advance suddenly became difficult, and the zombies in front fell one by one.

Carl also began to retreat towards them while cooperating in the shooting.

There are nearly a hundred zombies, and Carl has shot and killed nearly one-third of them. There are still dozens left. Carl thought it would be easy with their joining.

After all, on average a person wouldn't even use a full pistol magazine, and most pistols come with eight or nine-round magazines.

A magazine could be emptied in a few seconds. Even taking into account the time for aiming, Carl thought that all the zombies in front would fall down in a few tens of seconds at most.

But ideals are full and reality is very skinny. Although the advance of the zombies was slowed down, many zombies hit by bullets did not fall down directly.

They were more likely slowed down by the impact of the bullets, or by the influence of the zombies in front of them on each other.

There weren't many zombies that actually fell, and most of the people on horseback had poor marksmanship.

Except for Meru, whose bullet hit rate reached 90% and kill rate exceeded 50%, the others were a bit poor, either missing or hitting the target.

Or the bullets of several people hit the zombie's body at the same time. Well, in the end, not a single bullet hit the zombie's head.

Even Moore, who Carl remembered was a pretty good marksman, and Rick, who should have been a very good marksman, performed only slightly better than the others, but not much better.

Carl stopped shooting and took a few looks. If he remembered correctly, there were only seven bullets in the magazine.

Since they are shooting, there is no need to run out of ammunition. You should always leave a few bullets in case of special situations.

Looking at their poor shooting skills, Carl had a smile on his face. It wasn't a mockery, he just found it funny.

Carl could understand. After all, there was definitely a huge difference between shooting on horseback and on the ground. It seemed that he would have to get familiar with shooting on horseback in the future.

"Stop shooting, save bullets." Michonne frowned, jumped off the horse, drew the samurai sword behind her that was shining coldly, and rushed into the crowd of zombies.

A horizontal slash of the sword first cut off the neck of a zombie, and then a vertical slash of the sword cut off half of the other zombie's head.

He wielded the samurai sword quickly, as if chopping melons and vegetables, and the zombies couldn't get close to him at all.

Michonne is very good at swordsmanship. The samurai sword is suitable for slashing, and hers is extremely sharp. In this kind of close-range combat, the target will still not dodge the zombies who cannot use weapons.

As long as there aren't too many enemies coming from all directions at the same time, Michonne is invincible in this kind of close combat if she has enough physical strength.

Even when killing zombies, the efficiency was higher than with so many people shooting just now.

As Michonne broke into the zombie horde and started killing, the others did stop shooting, and Meru asked the others to keep an eye on the horses and calm them down.

Rick and Maul also dismounted and went forward to help Michonne. After two waves of bullets, the zombies, which were already few in number, were soon completely eliminated by the combined efforts of several people.

Carl took the initiative to walk forward. Unfortunately, the zombies died, and most of them died right next to the pickup truck he parked.

The pickup truck was stained with blood and flesh, and had several bullet holes. No one knew who had done it, but Carl was sure it wasn't him.

Fortunately, most of these bullet holes are in the cargo box, so it seems that they will not affect driving.

"Shit! Uncle More's beloved car." More was in tears.

There are a lot of zombie corpses, most of which are thrown together. This may result in the possibility that some zombies are not dead, but are just crushed by the corpses of their classmates.

For example, now, a zombie is pinned down by several corpses. It is struggling and looking at Carl excitedly.

"Uh uh uh..."

Carl took out his Glock, then changed it to a dagger, walked forward slowly, and stabbed it in the temple.

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