One person cleaned up, the other took it and threw it away. The two of them cooperated like this, neither of them said anything, just silently cleaned up the ruins of the wall. At some point, Yang Ke'er also joined in. Her speed was the speed of the two of them. Several times, she didn't make a sound, didn't ask why.
In her impression, Zhang Xiaoqiang has always been sneaky and slippery. As long as it is physical work, he will hide whenever he can. Now there must be a reason for Zhang Xiaoqiang to work so actively. She doesn't need Zhang Xiaoqiang's reason, she just needs to follow Zhang Xiaoqiang Just work... As the ruins were cleared away, the deeply hidden tunnel entrance was also exposed. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the corpses of mice that had been crushed into meatloaf, hoping to find something from Wang Chong. Even if it was a piece of cloth, as he searched slowly, his disappointment grew.
Zhang Xiaoqiang weakly made it to the ground full of meat sauce and broken fur, nothing, nothing left, Wang Chong was truly smashed to pieces, the 70mm high-explosive bomb exploded in his arms, erasing all evidence of Wang Chong's existence in this world Everything was clean, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up in disappointment, and walked inside.
"Crackling..." Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention was caught by the abnormal sound under his feet. He moved his big foot away, and a half-broken leg of a pair of glasses appeared in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. He bent down to pick up the thin hemp rope. The upper edge of the black plastic glasses legs had been rolled up by high temperature, and the hemp rope was still stained with blood.
Zhang Xiaoqiang drew out the Jingwei sword and cut off the corner of his clothes, carefully wrapped the broken eyes and legs with the corners of the clothes and put them in his pocket. He looked back at the deep tunnel entrance, turned and walked out.
Just after walking out of the fence, more than a dozen large trucks were parked steadily in the open space in front of the iron gate. The third son led people to load a large wooden box containing Type 53 rifles and light machine guns into the truck. Boxes of bullets were hoisted to the back of the truck.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the group of people roasting mice, and found that one of Wang Le's subordinates used the tools and materials they brought to make several large barbecue grills, and on them were densely dressed with big mice whose heads, tails and limbs had been removed. I can't recognize it, but it looks like a baked rabbit.
Suddenly, the people who were turning over the dead rats were yelling something, Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly stepped forward and walked to them. The place where those people were standing was the main impact point of the 92-type infantry artillery fired by Zhang Xiaoqiang.
The dead rats here are much better than those on the other side of the wall. They are piled up in mountains. Countless dead rats are entangled and died together. The scalp is numb when looking at it. The original black land on the ground has long been drenched with rat blood. Turned into dark red slime.
This person is dead. Members of the newly recruited combat team. They are uniformly dressed in World War II US military uniforms. They wear old-fashioned cowhide shoes. The dark yellow military shoes are dyed red. The spots are dyed red, and each has a rebar in his hand to rummage through the rat corpses, and the rebar in one person's hand is obviously shorter than the others.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped on countless mutilated corpses of rats in the bloody mud and walked to them. He looked at the thing that caused them to scream. It was a huge pile of dead rats. open gap.
A huge claw protruded from the inside. There were four claw blades, showing a transparent yellow color with no luster on it, but it was strange that the dead rats beside it were all stained with blood, but it didn't With a little rat blood on it, it looks clean.
The claws are like the claws of a mouse, magnified countless times. The lengths of the four claw blades are different. The longest is nearly a foot long, and the shortest is less than ten centimeters. The claw blades are connected by a dark joint. The rebar in his hand is almost thick and thin, with joints like bamboo. The distance between the joints is very short, about one centimeter. Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the weird joints, feeling like Yuchi in "The Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties". The male and female iron whips in Gong's hands are very similar.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a piece of rebar about seven or eight centimeters long lying under the big paw. The rebar was cut horizontally, and the silvery white of the cut was shining in the sunlight. Zhang Xiaoqiang still didn’t dare to look at the cut off rebar. believe.
Without speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a piece of rebar from the team members around him and touched it to the big claw. The moment the steel touched the blade of the claw, the rebar was broken into two easily like tofu being cut by a knife. Zhang Xiaoqiang of Steel feels like a bamboo pole paddling in the water. After a little stagnation, the bamboo pole feels lighter after it comes out of the water.
Looking at the unpretentious claw blade, and then at the dark and heavy rebar in his hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang directed his team members to remove the piled rat corpses without saying a word. As the piled up rats were pushed aside, a huge body was exposed. out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the half-meter-high and three-meter-long super big mouse, who was a little silly, not only him, but also the team members around him. An older team member exclaimed: "Be good, Could this be the rat spirit in Journey to the West?"
Regardless of whether it is a mutated rat king or has really become a spirit, it is just a dead mouse now. The fur of this dead mouse is jet-black, and the jet-black coat is shining brightly in the sun. Although it is dead, its fur is not. Stained with a little blood and dirt, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart moved when he saw its soft and smooth fur.
Clear water was poured from Zhang Xiaoqiang's yellow-green old-fashioned military kettle, and a clear stream of water splashed from the air onto the mouse's fur. Dripping on the skin, the dark fur was as fluffy and smooth as before.
Zhang Xiaoqiang kept circling around the dead mouse. The mouse's body looked complete, and there were no wounds on it. Zhang Xiaoqiang searched for it several times but found no fatal wounds, let alone fatal wounds, not even a small wound. Found it, looking at the strange dead giant mouse, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the Desert Eagle and aimed it at the giant mouse's forehead and pulled the trigger... Looking at the few mouse hairs knocked off by bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang only felt a chill from his scalp to the soles of his feet Damn, the Desert Eagle can even shoot at the skin of d2, but now it can only knock out a few hairs of dead mice
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that yesterday the big porcupines seemed to have been receiving a name for a unified action, and one of them did not dare to move even though it was hurt by bullets. After that, the aggressive mice suddenly exploded the nest. Could it be the mouse king in front of the omen's collapse
Seeing its fur, which even a large-caliber pistol can't shoot through, and seeing the egg-cut rebar as thick as a tofu-cut claw blade, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if this guy went into battle yesterday, no matter how thick the wall is. It couldn't stop its claws, the outer wall was broken by it, and then it took the lead in the charge. It may have wiped out countless times on its own side yesterday.
The more terrifying this guy was, the more Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to know the cause of its death. Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang discovered something strange. There was a trace of blackened blood on the side of the giant mouse Bai Sensen's sharp teeth. Because the blood had already turned black, Zhang Xiaoqiang Mix the blood with the fur color at the corner of its mouth.