The shadow of the sword flashed, and the body of the big mouse, which was divided into two halves, fell to the ground, and three more big mice rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang at the same time. The animal horn seemed to have been pierced into tofu, the left hand sank, the animal horn passed through the head and hung it on the animal horn, then the animal horn swung down, the body of the big mouse fell to the ground, and the back hand His Jingwei sword slashed at the other two big rats sideways, and the blade had just exerted force.
"Papa..." After two gunshots, the mouse was driven back by the huge impact of the bullets, and the Jingwei sword naturally slashed in the air, "Mom...damn, this dead woman..." Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed at Shangguan Qiaoyun, she has to turn off her battery every time, making it uncomfortable for her to play. Does the world owe her all her life
The sound of Shangguan Qiaoyun's gunshot was like a signal, and everyone who went up to the top of the watchtower opened fire one after another. The dense bullets gathered in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's body to form a firepower net, and all the big mice were shot in front of the firepower net. Zhang Xiaoqiang had time to look at the surrounding situation. There were not many rats that entered the enclosure, only a hundred or so. These big rats were deformed, and the two front legs matched their current body shape and felt just right. , but their hind legs are much stronger than their front legs, and now they are used to lying down, if they stand up, Zhang Xiaoqiang will definitely think that they came from Australia.
Guo Fei killed at the iron gate with great joy. He saw the long-handled straight knife dancing up and down, and the big rats had their heads cut off or their bodies split. When the rats jumped up, he would kill them in two. Stomp, his speed is actually a line faster than the mouse, but this distance is like a natural danger to the mouse, a natural danger that cannot be crossed.
With the gunman above and Guo Fei on the opposite side, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to appear to be doing nothing. Although there were a lot of hundreds of mice, they couldn't withstand such a massacre. After Guo Fei chopped off the last mouse, he looked around with scarlet eyes. When those things looked like jumping bees in the legend, the whole ground was washed by flying blood, and all kinds of rat corpses were listed among them. Zhang Xiaoqiang just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the third son calling on it, and then the eight-one gesture And the firing of the Garand rifle began to sound continuously.
Numerous bullets hit the top of the wall, stirring up bursts of cement residue, and small holes were drilled in it. A dead mouse fell from the top of the wall to the ground. The dark red fur on its body gradually turned bright red. Intensive gunshots and more and more dead rats fell, Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that the rats had already started climbing up the fence at some point.
Triangular rat heads kept appearing on the top of the wall, and they were shot down by bullets before they climbed up. There were many corpses of rats that fell into the fence, but more corpses fell outside the fence. In the early days, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little nervous when he heard the unstoppable firing of the Bayi-type rifle above. The ammunition depot had not been opened yet. At this speed, it won't be long before the Bayi-style rifles will misfire. Without the suppression of automatic firepower, can dozens of rifles be used as farts
Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly climbed up the watchtower, threw a few magazine clips on his body to the third son, and pulled away a team member who was shooting with a Garand rifle to look at the wall. He couldn't see clearly from below. Only by looking at it from above can we know how serious the situation is. The rats outside the wall gather together and slowly form a mountain of rats.
Densely packed mice squirmed slowly in a pile, countless mice wanted to climb the wall, and countless mice wanted to climb to the top of the mouse mountain. Although the gunfire didn't stop for a moment, the momentum of the mice was getting higher and higher. A little bit of blood was shot from the rat mountain, but these bullets were only a drop in the ocean for the huge group of rats. Even if many rats were killed, their corpses still formed part of the rat mountain and became the cornerstone for other rats to step on. .
Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed secretly and ran back downstairs. He rushed to the top of the wall where rat corpses kept falling, pulled out a grenade from his waist, pulled the safety off and threw it over the wall. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even count for a second, and he didn't have time to wait. The grenade exploded, and then he pulled out the second grenade from his waist and was about to pull out the insurance, "Boom..." After a loud noise, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that the sky suddenly darkened. He looked up, yelled, turned around and ran away .
Countless dead rat corpses, countless half-dead rats, and countless stumps of rats were thrown into the sky by the air waves of the grenade explosion. These things formed a rare rat cloud in the sky, and then turned into The rats rained down one after another.
Although Zhang Xiaoqiang tried his best to run back, the rat corpses that kept falling fell on his feet and body. While running, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his body like chaff, trying to shake the disgusting rats that fell on him. The stump of the mouse was shaken off, and when Zhang Xiaoqiang ran into the watchtower, he found that all the people had gone down, even Guo Fei, who was fearless and anxious to die, hid in.
After the rat rain stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang climbed up to observe his results, and a dozen team members searched for the rats that were stunned but not dead in the yard to make up for it. The stairs leading to the top have been scattered by rats. The corpses were covered, and Zhang Xiaoqiang endured the scalp-numbing nausea of stepping on the rats and went up to the roof.
The roof of the building was also covered by countless dead rats, bloodstains scattered all over it, Zhang Xiaoqiang trampled to death a rat that had just woken up, and looked to the top of the wall, the mountain of rats outside the wall was covered with The first floor was eliminated, but the rats below were still gathering above. Looking at the rat mountain wriggling again, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed and turned around to go downstairs.
Zhang Xiaoqiang started his third desperate run, and then there was the third grenade explosion sounded behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see the rat cloud that formed for the third time, and it might be the last time, he stepped on the densely packed rat corpses on the ground and ran towards the watchtower Go, new rat stumps start falling again.
After he ran into the watchtower, he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the raindrops of rat corpses outside, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned to look at the third son. The third son put a blood-stained wooden board on his head with a bitter face and slowly Climb to the roof.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at his blood-stained clothes and shook his head, took off the anti-cut gloves, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, the cigarette was half smoked, the third son came down, he looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and shook his head, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt annoyed for a while, He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang put on the blood-smelling gloves again, pulled out the animal horn and stepped on it, and stood outside the iron gate of the ammunition depot with the corpse of the mouse again. The green iron gate was almost dyed red. Look at the keyhole... I don't know how the keyhole on this door is made. Zhang Xiaoqiang's indestructible beast horn cone is extremely difficult to poke through it. It takes Zhang Xiaoqiang at least ten minutes to penetrate a keyhole, but the rats outside the wall, etc. Within ten minutes, the guards above started to sound the alarm again, and the intensive gunfire sounded again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back, and the rat corpses began to fall down from the wall again, he couldn't help but increase the force in his hand, and the speed of the horn cone's rotation couldn't help being accelerated again, sweat slowly seeped from his forehead, first one or two, then stopped Stop dripping from the face.