In the distance, there are two twin hills facing each other. They are about the same height and shape. One hill is covered with green bamboos, and the other is planted with sweet-scented osmanthus trees. You can see a concrete step from the bottom of the mountain around the mountainside to the top of the mountain. Two antique-style attics are built respectively. Although it is late spring, the leaves of the plants on the two hilltops have begun to fall. Looking around, it is not a piece of emerald green, but pieces of withered yellow with some dark brown sandwiched. The green is only dotted with dots. .
The place where the twin hills are connected is a small valley. The valley is blocked by an iron fence around it. Inside the fence is a row of shrubs as tall as a person. With the shrubs blocking them, people outside can't see clearly what's going on inside. An electric sliding door is surrounded by iron bars.
A straight concrete road that can accommodate four vehicles running side by side extends to a large bluestone archway. The archway is tens of meters away from Zhang Xiaoqiang. On it is painted "Poppy Spring and Tanggu" with gold rim and red background. Behind the archway are three There are three wooden houses made of logs, and the plaque of the reception room is hung in the middle one. Two zombies that look like mummies are wandering around the house.
"Bump..." After several gunshots, the zombies were carried to the ground one after the other. Zhang Xiaoqiang led the people to drive the car to the entrance of the electric retractable door full of dust. They rushed out from the exit of the half-open electric door at the height of one person. The zombie came suddenly, and everyone was not prepared. Everyone was in the car, watching the zombie jump on the small car he was riding in, scratching and scratching.
Those combat teams who were bullied when they got the guns hid in the car and didn't dare to move around. No one even dared to roll the window and stick out the muzzle of the gun, for fear that zombies would get in when they opened the window. Some cars even Want to start up and turn around to run away.
"Bump..." A zombie was knocked to the ground by Zhang Xiaoqiang's opened car door. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped out of the car with his bare hands and kicked the neck of the zombie lying on the ground. He saw the men with guns panicking. Feeling at a loss, feeling very angry, and even losing the courage to have a gun? Zhang Xiaoqiang took out his pistol, loaded it, and shot a few times at the car that was trying to escape. The bullets from the pistol pierced through several small holes in the rear cover and the waiting glass. When the car was turned off, it also stopped.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped forward and kicked the three ordinary zombies to the ground, and asked the third son who got under the car to drive all the men who stayed in the car off. Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked the struggling zombie lying on the ground, his eyes were blood red He looked at the cowering men in front of him.
"Bayonet on..." Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled loudly, and after hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's order, everyone with guns, including Shangguan Qiaoyun and Sanzi, put bayonets on their rifles.
"Target, zombie, stab with a gun..." Zhang Xiaoqiang issued the order again. Everyone raised their bayonets and stabbed the zombies on the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't yell to stop, and everyone didn't stop their bayonets. People are excited, some people are afraid, some people have red eyes and gnash their teeth, some people are pale and their legs are trembling, some people are afraid that they will be less than others and keep pushing their bodies forward, and some people are coping with it. Errand, the body kept retreating backwards.
Zhang Xiaoqiang played with 1911a1 squinting at the expressions on each of their faces, and remembered their performances one by one. Some of them performed very well in countering the rebellion, but they were terrified when facing zombies , this kind of person cannot continue to stay in the combat team. After all, the main enemy of human beings is not human beings themselves, but more than 6 billion zombies all over the five continents and four oceans.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was impressed by Shangguan Qiaoyun's performance. She squeezed together with several big men to stab a zombie. She was not afraid or excited. She was always calm. The head of the zombie was stabbed at the head of the zombie with a knife, and the rifle in his hand was held firmly. Every time he stabbed, he was very precise. She cheered herself up, she was silent, she bit her lip, watched the brains protruding from the zombie's head and endured the nausea in her heart, as long as Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't stop, she would stab the bayonet to the zombie's head again and again , without hesitation, without struggle, without pause, and even more without mercy.
"Stop..." Following Zhang Xiaoqiang's order, everyone stopped one after another. Some people may be red-eyed, or they may have vented their fear accumulated before. They turned a deaf ear to Zhang Xiaoqiang's order, and the bayonet in their hands once Again and again, he stabbed in and out of the pile of rotten flesh beneath him.
"Papapa..." After three gunshots, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the red-eyed and panting men. They had already stopped their hands, but they hadn't calmed down their excitement for a while.
All the men and women looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang unloaded the empty magazine, and stuck the new full magazine into the handle of the gun. He held the pistol in his hand and looked at each one in front of him or raised his head and chest Flushing, or looking down at the men whose toes are trembling slightly.
"Who drove the car that turned around just now?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang's tone was low, he looked into everyone's eyes, the coldness contained in them seemed to freeze everyone's soul, the three men couldn't help but look at a man in his thirties with a dead face standing beside them, the man Seeing that the companions around him looked at him with strange eyes, his body became weak and he knelt on the ground, shaking violently, he didn't even have the courage to raise his head, he looked at the ground below him and waited for Zhang Xiaoqiang's punishment.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked towards him slowly, the sound of military leather shoes beating on the concrete floor hit his heart one after another, until Zhang Xiaoqiang's dusty shoe surface was exposed in front of his eyes, seeing the tip of Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoe, he Pushing his forehead to the ground, his body trembled more and more.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at this man, this man was also one of the people who were perfunctory when assassinating the zombies just now, he raised his right hand, pointing the black muzzle of the gun at the top of his head, all the men tightened their hearts while watching Zhang Xiaoqiang raise the pistol , They knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to make an example to others, and he was also the destination of deserters on the battlefield for thousands of years.
"Touch..." As Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand trembled, the man fell to the ground without saying a word, a big hole was drilled in his skull, the bullet passed through his chin, blood flowed from his head and from his chin It kept coming out, his body was still convulsing, and his legs were still twitching.
Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his hand and pointed the pistol at a man who was too tired to back off during the assassination. When the man saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's muzzle aiming at himself again, his face seemed to be covered with flour, and his body trembled more than before. The man is even more powerful, "giggle..." His gums kept knocking, and he saw that his chest was very high, and he couldn't get out of it because he was holding his breath.