Apocalypse Cockroach

Chapter 197: 197 Crisis... critical

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The continuous clicking sound of the eight rifles gradually weakened until it stopped completely, and now only the crisp sound of the Garland rifle was still ringing.

A lot of lively big rats jumped into the fence from the sniper shots of the rifles. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the big rats crawling around on the ground, and was about to pull out the animal horns to kill those big rats. Let's kill a few... One... Two... Three... These three lucky big mice jumped to the ground, saw Zhang Xiaoqiang who was busy in front of the iron gate, and immediately accelerated towards him. The long-handled straight knife scratched the hard black ground and passed over them. As the long knife was withdrawn, the two big mice turned into two-legged mice, and the other turned around and was waiting to pounce on the person, "Swipe ..." The long knife was slashed from the air, and the big mouse was split into two evenly. With a slight lift of the hands holding the handle, the long knife that split the mouse and was embedded in the ground was retracted.

When Guo Fei arrived, he was standing under the wall where rat corpses were strewn all over the place. The dead rats under the wall had been piled up into a small bag with a height of one meter. He guarded very steadily, no matter how many big rats came down, they were all turned into dead rats by him, but it didn't take long, as the long knife in Guo Fei's hand swung quickly, his physical strength was also slowly depleted, and the falling rats However, there were more and more rats. The Garand rifle could only hold eight bullets. As the riflemen reloaded the bullets, the sudden increase of rats caught Guo Fei off guard. He could only swing the long knife faster and faster. The movement speeded up, and his physical strength gradually couldn't keep up.

In the end, the three mice overtook him and rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang who was standing in front of the iron gate, "Papa..." Three shots were fired, and Shangguan Qiaoyun took her m1911a1 and walked slowly to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side to help him. Standing behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't pay attention to Shangguan Qiaoyun, he was very anxious now, the combat team members only had a hundred bullets on them, and they should have bottomed out now, but it wasn't just a few scattered ones, but overwhelming influx.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to break through the keyhole, the gunfire that didn't stop for a moment finally subsided, the rats on the wall changed from a few scattered to a dozen or so and jumped down like raindrops, and the pistol in Shangguan Qiaoyun's hand kept buzzing. Sending the bullet into the body of the rushing mouse, "Ka..." The 7-grain bullet in her m1911a1 pistol has been fired.

The gun holster around Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist was loosened, but it was Shangguan Qiaoyun who pulled out his Desert Eagle, "Bump..." A big mouse that leaped into the air was smashed into a ball of plasma by a large-caliber bullet and fell to the four directions. Shangguan Qiaoyun, who was holding guns in both hands, was rebounded by the strong recoil and couldn't stand still, and his back hit the iron gate that Zhang Xiaoqiang was working hard on.

Maybe the iron gate has reached the final critical point of opening, "Tong..." The iron gate slammed open, and Zhang Xiaoqiang and Shangguan Qiaoyun also rolled in following the sudden opening of the big iron gate.

Behind the door is a slope like an arsenal. Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his hands around trying to grab something to fix his body, but the concrete floor was too smooth, and his upper arms only reached a soft body, which was Shangguan Qiaoyun's body. He hugged Shangguan Qiaoyun tightly and kept rolling down until his head hit a big wooden box.

Surrounded by darkness, Zhang Xiaoqiang was dizzy and helped Shangguan Qiaoyun up on the ground. He looked at the door in front of him that seemed to be hanging in mid-air, and felt the big wooden box behind him. Shangguan Qiaoyun in his arms hurriedly found the flashlight from his satchel and turned on the power switch.

The bright beam of light tore apart the deep darkness around him, countless large wooden boxes stood quietly beside him, Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the large wooden boxes beside him, and followed the flashlight to look at the corner of the wall under the slope of the gate.

When the beam of flashlight in his hand shone on the row upon row of wooden frames and the tin ammunition boxes painted green, there was a muffled sound coming from outside the door. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know what was happening outside. He unconsciously Holding Shangguan Qiaoyun's smooth and soft hand, he ran towards the ammunition box over there. Just as he ran to the ammunition box, he felt that the light at the gate dimmed.

A figure ran towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with the light behind him, but it was Wang Chong who was sweating profusely. Zhang Xiaoqiang scanned it with a flashlight to see that it was Wang Chong.

"What exploded?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked unaware of the current situation outside. He knew that when he and Shangguan Qiaoyun fell in, the outside was already in danger, and a frenzy of rats was about to flood in.

Wang Chong, who was sweating profusely, took two deep breaths before saying: "Uh... it was the grenade Brother Cockroach gave me last time. I learned to throw it out when I saw something wrong. Now those things are temporarily blocked. Someone is cleaning up the rest, so I'll come in to see if there's anything I can do to help."

Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered that the scary grenade he threw out in the cave last time was picked up by Wang Chong, and he wanted to return it to himself. The grenade played an unimaginable role. It can be said that without this grenade, Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others would definitely be wiped out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wang Chong Shangguan Qiaoyun returned to the watchtower with two boxes of ammunition, distributed the loaded magazines to the team members one by one, and replaced the Garand rifles with Bayi-style rifles one by one, serving as the base for more than forty rifles. When the firepower blocked the fence, no big mouse could jump into the fence. Seeing that the battle line had stabilized, Zhang Xiaoqiang went downstairs to check the stock of the ammunition depot.

Guo Fei was sitting on the ground under the watchtower, holding a piece of mouse skin that he peeled off and slowly wiping the straight knife in his hand. He was wiping very carefully, with a very focused expression. He was so focused on wiping that even his face The wounds torn open by the rat's paws were ignored.

On his face, a wound was pulled out from right to left by the mouse's paw from the corner of his right eye until the bridge of his nose stopped. In the middle of the opened flesh, there were streaks of blood flowing down his cheeks, and drops of blood dripped into his hands. On the straight knife, a little bit of blood-colored petals dripped on the smooth surface, and then was slowly wiped off by the mouse skin in his hand.

He saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's big feet standing in front of him, looked up and wiped them slowly, as if he could no longer feel his own existence, except for the straight knife in his hand, everything was nothingness.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in the ammunition depot full of wooden boxes, and Wang Chong behind him kept moving boxes of Type 81 rifle ammunition outside. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have to worry about the rats gathering for the time being, as long as the bullets were available, they wouldn't What's the danger.

The large wooden boxes were opened by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and a pack of ammunition tightly wrapped in oiled paper was tightly arranged in the wooden box. He took out a package and scattered it. The bullet packs in each wooden box were opened by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and pointed bullets flickered under the flashlight.

Zhang Xiaoqiang found that most of the bullets here have the same specifications, they are all 7.62mm bullets with the same diameter, the only difference is the length of the bullets, the longest bullets are heavy machine gun bullets, the medium ones are light machine gun bullets, and rifle bullets, the shortest The ones are pistol bullets, as for bullets of other specifications...