A forearm with five claw blades fell on the roof of the car, bounced up and fell under the car. The sudden loss of a claw caused s2 to lose its center of gravity. It turned to the side, trying to regain its balance. Before it could stand still, Zhang Xiaoqiang's right arm swung past its legs.
Standing s2's left thigh is separated from its body. Even though its right foot is clasped on the iron sheet on the roof, its body is still leaning to one side, and it is about to fall on the roof , the iron sheet held by the claw blades on its feet creaked, and half-inch-long fractures were brought out by the barbed claw blades on s2's feet.
"Brush" flashing yellow fluorescent afterimage passed over the remaining thigh of s2, the second thigh was detached from s2's body, turned into half of s2 and fell on the bumpy roof, the body followed the body The swaying children kept rolling.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were round, he gritted his teeth and looked at s2 rolling under his feet, the mouse king blade he held tightly in his hand was crystal clear and shiny, and there was no trace of stain on the blade curved like a sickle, as Zhang Xiaoqiang swung his right arm down again, the sharp blade fell A small, narrow cut was cut in the skin on the roof, missing the only remaining broken claw of s2, and the only remaining arm of s2 was knocked under the car by the body.
A big foot wearing military shoes kicked the zombie stick rolling on the roof of the car, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not cut off its head, there was no need, this s2 without limbs can only crawl on the ground forever like a maggot , Zhang Xiaoqiang can be regarded as a different kind of massacre.
Dragging the dead machine gunner into the machine gun nest, Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a loaded chain from the ammunition box and pressed it into the receiver, pulled the bolt, and the long-lost sound of the heavy machine gun sounded again.
The fiery red gun flames illuminated Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was the reflection of the heavy machine gun flames or the anger in his eyes. He felt a faint guilt in his heart. If he didn't lead these team members into the corpses to save people , the machine gunner will not die, but the machine gunner is already dead, it is useless to talk too much, Zhang Xiaoqiang vented all his anger on the corpses in front.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is lucky when shooting with an assault rifle, but he is like a godsend when he operates a heavy machine gun. The power twice that of ordinary people makes him unable to feel the violent vibration when the heavy machine gun is fired. He corrected his ballistic immediately. Instead of firing with a machine gun, he held the trigger with both hands and sent the bullets out one by one.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was using the heavy machine gun as a rifle. Although it was a burst of fire, the firing speed was not slow, and the low-pitched gunshots formed a line, giving people the feeling of continuous shooting.
The heavy bullets that shone with light smashed the ugly heads of the zombies, and as the heads of the zombies split apart like smashed watermelons, fragments of skull tissue were planted, and yellow brains, black and white, were flying all over the sky. The blood rained down all around with some broken fangs.
Two hundred and fifty rounds of bullets from a belt were fired, and the roadside was full of lost corpses. The off-road vehicle merged with the old Jiefang. Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up and waved his finger to the exit. The old Jiefang driver nodded and stepped on the accelerator. The old Jiefang roared past the off-road vehicle, and then the off-road vehicle made a 180-degree turn, hitting and flying three or four zombies and following behind the old Jiefang.
The group of S-shaped zombies that followed the old Jiefang was now behind the off-road vehicle. Zhang Xiaoqiang reloaded the bullets, turned the muzzle of the gun behind him, and shot heavy bullets into the group of corpses, headshotting the front-running zombies.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others have already cleaned up the road in the future. The heavy machine guns cleared out a lot of zombies in front of them before they formed a large scale. A young man in his teens pointed at Zhang Xiaoqiang who was shooting while holding on to the wooden guardrail.
"Touch..." Lao Jiefang overwhelmed the body of the killed zombie, and the wheels vacated, "Ah..." Two screams, the two brave young men were taken out of the car, when they rolled on the ground , the crowd in the car started screaming to stop.
The old Jiefang seemed to slow down, "Bump..." A 53-type 7.62mm bullet smashed the rear view mirror on the left side of the old Jiefang to pieces, and the old Jiefang's speed suddenly picked up again, allowing the rear compartment The crowd yelled and stopped stopping.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the two young men who were about to be overwhelmed by the corpses, and pulled the trigger with both hands, two heavy bullets drilled into their eyebrows and exploded their heads.
This was just a small episode for Zhang Xiaoqiang, and he started shooting at the group of S-shaped zombies behind him again. Before his car entered the street building, he opened the gun magazine and threw aside the belt with dozens of bullets left , put on a full ammunition belt and pulled off the insurance to be careful.
Today's changes in the corpses made Zhang Xiaoqiang suspect that the zombies were no longer scattered, so Zhang Xiaoqiang had to be more prepared.
In the distance is a four-story small restaurant with the signboard of Yang Ma Restaurant. The small western-style building has not been built for a long time, and the exterior wall tiles can still reflect light under the light. A head not much bigger than a monkey's head appears on the corner of the roof. , Its head is not exposed much, and it may not be clear what it is if someone changes it under the small building, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes can clearly see the dark skin folds on its hairless head.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about the zombies behind him anymore. He carefully observed the roofs of the buildings in front of him. He didn't know how many zombies were ambush on the roofs. The evolution ratio of type 2 zombies was 1500:1. No, there are 100,000 zombies in this county. Even if the d-type and s-type are divided in half, the s2-type zombies are dozens of times larger.
A shadow fell from the sky and printed on the old liberated rear carriage in front. The men and women in the carriage squatted in the carriage and held on to the railing to endure the violent bumps. No one noticed that an s2 appeared above their heads. It would be like a waving Death with a scythe comes to take their lives.
S2 curled up into a ball and threw it down towards the old Jiefang. The hot muzzle of the heavy machine gun in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand was aimed at s2 who was jumping down. The sound of heavy machine guns firing kept ringing in his ears.
The flashing heavy bullets pierced through holes in s2's dark body. S2 was a cup, and he could no longer shrink his body into a ball. Taking it back, the sound of the heavy machine gun in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand didn't stop for a moment, and s2 continued to be rushed backwards by the bullets that brought out patches of black blood.
The old Jiefang was galloping below, and the s2 was flying above the old Jiefang. This rare scene was seen by the driver of the off-road vehicle.