Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little shocked when he saw the big bullet spread out on his palm. If this thing hit someone, how could that person get a whole body
Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm is not small, and his hand can tightly cover the hand of the officer Qiaoyun, but now, the length of the bullet in his hand is almost longer than the length of his palm, and the thickness is about the same as that of a cigar.
Type 54 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the long and thick bullet, he didn't know what effect it would have on a person, but he knew that this bullet should be able to penetrate the skin of d2, and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little excited. He found a Type 54 anti-aircraft machine gun in the armory. Although the machine gun was not well maintained and a little rusty, Zhang Xiaoqiang had Wang Le, who was best at mechanical repairs. He can repair the machine, isn't the old guy from decades ago easy to grasp
Going forward, Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw a lot of bullets from the m1919a6 air-cooled heavy machine gun, which are exactly the bullets he equips the machine gun team. The bullets of this machine gun do not seem to be many, and it is only compared to other accumulated bullets. Zhang Xiaoqiang made a little calculation, even if there are hundreds of thousands of rounds here, and there are still some wooden boxes that have not been opened, the total may even reach a million rounds.
In addition to the bullets of the m1919a6 heavy machine gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw the 7.7mm bullets of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, but there are very few such bullets, and it seems that there are not tens of thousands of rounds. When Zhang Xiaoqiang opened a wooden box again, he saw the The bullet, he was really frightened, the bullet inside was tightly sealed with kraft paper.
After spreading out, it was found that the tip of the bullet inside was painted in two colors, one was painted with a red circle, and the other was painted with a yellow circle. The 14.5mm bullet, with a total length of nearly 16 centimeters, was held in the hand It feels a little less than half a catty, and only the front bullet is about seven centimeters.
Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered a TV series he had watched, "Our Commander, Our Regiment", in which there was a Japanese anti-aircraft artillery, the shells of that anti-aircraft artillery seemed not much bigger than the one in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the still bright copper-nickel bullet, and really couldn't think of any big guy in the arsenal who could shoot this thing out? Type 92 infantry artillery? Doesn't look like the right size
When Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the innermost part, he saw the 70mm high-explosive shell of the Type 92 infantry gun... It was past noon when Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the ground. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang's team members all brought their own dry food for three days. Zhang Xiaoqiang's rigid rules are also his summary of his previous adventure career. In the last days, there are too many uncertain factors. A little more preparation may give more hope of survival. The gunfire above has not stopped, and the team members have lunch They all took turns to finish eating.
The staff above were divided into two groups to shoot. The third son found that only half of the staff divided into two groups and took turns shooting could just control the rats that climbed up the wall, while the other half of the team members rested while feeding empty magazines. Load up.
Since the appearance of the rat swarm, all the team members have been fighting with high intensity. Whether it is the m1 Garand rifle used before or the Bayi automatic rifle used now, the recoil force is not small. Can't get up.
The battle line is stable, and the third son has time to tell Zhang Xiaoqiang the cause of the rat tide.
During the meeting the night before yesterday, Zhang Huai'an's concern about the food at the base aroused Sanzi's heart, especially Zhang Huai'an actually wanted Sanzi to stop accepting and searching for survivors, which made Sanzi very upset. If he becomes a combat brigade, he can also be a captain or something. If it is possible to become a combat regiment, then he will be the regiment leader. Apart from Zhang Xiaoqiang and He Wenbin, it will be his three sons who will speak the loudest.
He didn't have any idea about the two people in front of him. Zhang Xiaoqiang dragged He Wenbin into the crowd of thousands of zombies and snatched him out. He didn't say this but always kept it in his heart. Don't care about others.
Now the honest man is in charge of the construction, and he has hundreds of people under him. Not to mention Lu Renyi, in the eyes of the third son, he is just a soy saucer, and Zhang Huaian, an outsider, actually wants him to stop accepting survivors. Without people, there will be no source of troops. Without a source of troops, when will his combat regiment be built
If he can't be the head of the regiment, wouldn't the honest man have to suppress himself? Maybe even Zhang Huai'an will climb on top of him by then
Because of this, Sanzi became concerned about food. He is not one to settle accounts. He doesn't know how long the food in the base can last. He only knows that hundreds of people eat more in a day than he does in a year. In his opinion, the amount of food eaten in a year is already a large number. This prison originally housed thousands of people, and they also ate a lot of food every day. This is a prison again, and it is impossible for large vehicles to move frequently. In order to maintain the normal consumption of the prison, there should be a warehouse for storing grain in the prison. The third son told Zhang Xiaoqiang that he wanted to go out to find supplies, but in fact he was looking for the grain warehouse.
The process of searching for the grain depot went smoothly. There were some scattered human bones on the road, and even a single zombie was not seen. At the beginning, everyone was still on guard, and they did not relax until they reached the grain depot. With a big iron lock.
Together, they opened the grain depot and saw a giant rat nest along the light outside. All the grain packages were bitten into pieces, and all kinds of moldy grains were scattered, filling every corner of the ground and mixing with rat droppings. A mouse that was bigger than an adult's fist was swarming in the grain pile. The sound of the door opening also alarmed these mice, and then all the mice screamed together. The third son was wondering that these mice were not afraid of people. A big dark red mouse, the size of a domestic cat, rushed straight from inside.
Ten nine-five-type assault rifles fired at the big rats, and the big rats fell on the road covered in blood, and the stray bullets scattered killed many fist-sized rats swarming on the ground. Before the end of the world, it was considered a big mouse, but here it can only be called a mouse cub, screaming and crawling into the depths of the warehouse.
Seeing that these mice were scared away, the third son didn't care. He looked around a little bit, and when he saw that there was really no money to fish, he took the people away. After walking for a long time, they all heard a strange sound, like It was the sound of countless leaves falling on the ground and being blown slowly by the wind, and then gradually turned into a "buzzing" sound from far to near. They stood together and slowly warned their surroundings. They didn't know where the danger came from. where.