Zhang Xiaoqiang took the lead and led more than forty people to walk in. He was not using blood to lure the zombies out. Most of the zombies were locked in the cell. The blood was useless except to make them crazy. The third son led nine elite soldiers He stepped forward and overtook Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then he heard a few low-pitched shots from the 95-type rifle, and one after another the zombies with their teeth and claws fell to the ground. The third son led the way, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed in the middle, and the other combat teams followed closely. later.
Walking through the parking lot and following the third son into the main building, the third son led people to remove the scattered zombies in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped over the fresh or old zombie corpses, stepped on the brass shell casings all over the ground and followed behind, The messy ground is covered with dust, dust is everywhere, on the corpses of zombies, on the black and dry blood, on the dull bullet casings, and on the piles of white bones, among the piles of white bones, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a stick dyed He bent down and picked up the black-blooded Type 81 rifle from among the bones. The gun was also covered with dust, and the black cut-resistant gloves on Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand were covered with white ash. He removed the magazine, The thick and long 7.62mm bullet lay quietly in the clip. He stuck the clip back to the gun body, pulled the bolt to open the safety, aimed at the white wall in front and pulled the trigger, "Da da da..." The white wall The cement dust of the skin and the wall fell on the floor one after another, and three irregular bullet holes appeared on the wall.
Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the rifle in his hand into the hands of the combat team members behind him, and continued to walk forward. With Zhang Xiaoqiang's demonstration, his men began to check the ground, and when they saw rifles or magazines, they picked them up one after another, even if they were empty. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dislike it either, Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the gunshots in front of him becoming more intensive when he walked halfway, he led the people forward quickly, walked to an exit, saw the third son and nine elites fighting and retreating, and kept going Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped back, and the dense crowd of zombies behind them was coming. Zhang Xiaoqiang held the horn gun to meet them, and greeted the third son and the others at the exit.
The exit is not big, and three people side by side can seal the exit. Zhang Xiaoqiang stabbed the zombies one by one continuously. When he saw that all the team members retreated into the corridor, he turned around and returned. After that, three shields sealed the exit. The dense zombies They squeezed together on the shield, pushing the shield-holding team members to the back. The shield-holding team members gritted their teeth, lowered their heads and pushed their shoulders firmly against the shield, but the zombies were too dense, and there were too many corpses. With great strength, the shield holder was pushed back involuntarily by the zombies. Seeing the crisis, the other team members came behind the shield holders and leaned on them to try to squeeze the zombies out.
Dozens of big men huddled together and pushed forward, but the zombies on the opposite side continued to gather here, and both sides became deadlocked. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked behind the men holding the desert eagle, and the fighting team entangled with the zombies Together, he has no better way, the third son and nine so-called elites are also squeezed inside, they are also staring at the eyes like others, trying to squeeze the zombies out with all their strength, the third son is pushing hard while Still beating loudly.
Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the grenade stuck in his belt and wanted to throw it out, but in the end he hesitated and stopped. His men were all stuck in the middle of the corridor, and it was easy to throw it out, but God knows whether the fragments from the grenade explosion would kill the team members wounded? Moreover, the sound of the explosion and the air waves will also have an impact. Zhang Xiaoqiang has too few people, so he can't afford to lose.
Suddenly, a thin S-shaped zombie jumped onto the head of the corpse group and quickly crawled towards this side. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the hands and feet and used the S-shaped zombie that was crawling towards this side. He didn't dare to be careless. Pull the trigger on the Desert Eagle. "Afraid..." After a crisp sound, the right eye of the S-shaped zombie exploded with black blood, and fell on top of the corpses. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his pistol and turned his head to look behind him. The butt of the Garand gun that hadn't been dissipated was lowered from his shoulder.
Then a gust of wind passed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's ears, and a figure in a windbreaker flashed past him. Crazy Guo Fei jumped onto the shoulder of an elite man holding the long-handled straight knife, and ran forward stepping on the shoulders of the person in front of him. He leaned forward, held a knife in his right hand, and walked towards the zombies on the uneven shoulders of the crowd. When he reached the final line of defense composed of iron shields and arms stretched out by countless zombies, he suddenly jumped up and stepped over the iron shields and arms of zombies. On the shoulder of the zombie on the opposite side, holding the knife in both hands, he slashed diagonally downwards to the right, and black broken arms flew into the sky with their claws.
Countless claws protruded from his feet to grab at his legs and feet, and when the nearest claw was only a line away from his trouser leg, he jumped to the S-shaped zombie corpse that was on top of the corpse group First, this time he didn't stop, he stepped on the shoulders or heads of the zombies and ran towards the back of the corpse group, when he reached the edge of the corpse group and jumped up to get behind the zombies, another S-shaped zombie jumped towards him in the air After passing over, he swung a straight knife and spun in the air to avoid the claws of the S-shaped zombies and fell to the ground. The S-shaped zombies that jumped in the air split into two from the waist and fell to the edge of the group of corpses, slowly sinking.
Guo Fei's madness can only be seen clearly by Zhang Xiaoqiang and Shangguan Qiaoyun. The others are crowded together, and they feel nothing when their shoulders sink. Seeing Guo Fei's performance, Zhang Xiaoqiang's jaw almost fell to the ground. Where is this? It's to kill zombies, so it's obviously to die
When Guo Fei got behind the corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't see his situation clearly through the dense crowd of corpses, and he had no other thoughts or considerations about his own death. Everyone should be responsible for themselves.
Not long after, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the zombies on the edge of the corpse group turn around and rush back, first one or two, then a group of two, the men who were fighting against the corpse group obviously felt that the power of the corpse group was slowly fading, they shouted Pushing the corpses out step by step with a chant, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the crowd cheered, they all pushed the zombies out of the exit, but Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a shadow in the middle of the corpses There was constant flickering in the middle, and the zombies rolled to the ground silently, "Ha..." A shield knocked a zombie to the ground, "Pounce..." The bayonet on the Garland rifle pierced the zombie's temple, A cowhide military shoe stepped on its slightly twitching head and pulled out the bayonet, "Papa..." The third son stood with the two elites, and the 9mm pistol in his hand continuously sent pellets into the zombies. The elite squad of the ten-man team shot at the zombies around them with their pistols. With their precise shooting, the zombies kept falling down one by one. , Zombies kept falling at his feet one by one. As he got deeper and deeper among the corpses, he felt that the long spear in his hand was no longer easy to use, so he turned it over like a javelin and held it in his hand towards a distant one. The d-type zombie's chest was thrown out. The horn gun drew an arc in the air and pierced the d-type zombie's chest. The sharp horn gun passed through its body and was nailed to the ground. The d-type zombie was imprisoned by the horn gun. Nailed firmly and could not move.