A domestically-produced Prince motorcycle with dust accumulated in the compartment on the first floor was pushed out, the back door of the main building was opened, and under the cover of twenty rifles on the roof, the third son led people to put mining explosives at the foot of the wall behind the building. .
"Boom..." A cloud of dust rose into the sky, and countless broken bricks knocked on the iron door with a "dang" sound. The door opened, and two big men rushed to the collapsed wall with two doors on their shoulders. The door was laid on the broken bricks, and when they had just rushed into the building, a fiery red car figure rushed out of the door, pressed against the door panel on the ruins and rushed out of the wall.
It takes three hours to go back and forth from the base to the coal yard. One and a half hours after the reporter arrived at the base, Zhang Xiaoqiang led 160 combat team members to stand on a small mound two kilometers away from the coal yard.
The sound of rifles and heavy machine guns could be heard intermittently from the coal yard, and the sea of corpses spreading like an ocean hadn't poured into the coal yard yet. Looking at the tide of corpses less than a kilometer away from the coal yard, Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated.
There is still half an hour before the sea of zombies approaches the coal yard, but can he clear the dozens of s2 in the coal yard and retreat with hundreds of people in half an hour? The answer is impossible. Zhang Xiaoqiang knows how powerful s2 is. Ordinary team members have no power to fight back against s2. The coal yard is crowded with more than a hundred vehicles of various sizes, resulting in complex terrain and narrow shooting sight. And s2 is a stick that likes to attack Sap guy.
Thinking of the 60 veteran players and 100 new team members behind him, in the complex terrain formed by the interlaced vehicles in the coal yard, s2 got out from behind, above their heads, and around their legs and rushed into their queue to slaughter them, Zhang Xiaoqiang gave up. This stupid ridiculous idea.
"Order, the 92-type artillery crew shelled the zombies two kilometers away from the corpse group to prevent them from approaching the coal yard."
After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted loudly: "Zhang Huai'an!"
"Yes!" Zhang Huai'an, who usually does not have a playful smile, stood up with a serious face. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a seriousness that had never been seen before. This time, facing such a wave of corpses, Zhang Huai'an broke out again. He can't wait for his new mission.
"You take fifty team members to cover the infantry artillery, and give you three machine gun teams and two mortar teams. You don't need to kill many zombies, but you must ensure the safety of the two cannons. Remember, let The infantry artillery was always kept at a distance of two kilometers from the corpses."
"Yes, even if I die, I won't lose any of the cannons." After speaking, Zhang Huai'an went to select the team members and the infantry artillery squad to set up positions.
Watching the big card dragging the 92nd gun and carrying ammunition towards the right side of the corpse sea, Zhang Huaian led his temporary subordinates to open the way in front of them sitting off-road, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to look at He Wenbin in military uniform.
Since the broken arm, He Wenbin, who was originally free and easy, has begun to change. He has become more calm, not as sharp-edged as before, but very restrained. It is not the dullness of an honest man before, but an unfathomable feeling. He Wenbin's help is 80% of the credit for Zhang Xiaoqiang's comfortable life in handling the affairs of the base.
Except for the old man from the original chicken farm at the base, the people who joined later didn't know He Wenbin's previous character. In their eyes, this gloomy man who acted vigorously was second only to Zhang Xiaoqiang in terms of terror. He mastered the punishment and dealt with those who made mistakes. He has no soft heart, no matter whether it is a strong man or a weak woman, he treats them equally.
In his eyes, there is no human kindness, no extrajudicial feelings, even if the old man in the chicken farm made a mistake, he would punish him the same. If Zhang Xiaoqiang hadn't the habit of feeding people to zombies, maybe Zhang Xiaoqiang, who doesn't care much, would be more kind than He Wenbin .
Today's He Wenbin is completely different from the He Wenbin in the past who had a gloomy face and was scheming all day long. The military uniform on his body was neatly ironed, and the armor belt on his waist was shiny with oil, and was hung in the holster on the belt, black. The handle of the 92-type pistol exposed outside looks murderous.
A sullen He Wenbin looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a red face, he was excited, excited for the upcoming fight, he was a restless guy by nature, if it wasn't for the old man's dying advice, he wouldn't come out of the way to clean up his crimes , After he was injured, he thought that he still owed Zhang Xiaoqiang his life, so he learned to take care of trivial chores according to his nature.
Now, finally came the day when he returned to the battlefield, he watched Zhang Xiaoqiang waiting for his mission with burning eyes.
"You take the rest of the people to harass the zombies on the periphery, and kill them as much as possible. Pay attention to keep in touch with Zhang Huai'an, and the police walkie-talkie must be kept open, so as not to be hit by your own shells..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped and thought for a while and continued: "Don't think about sniping, you can't stand still and wait for the zombies to pounce on you, you have to maneuver and fight, try to keep a distance from the zombies, and use energy to buy time for me, don't be too risky, if Don't stick around until we come out."
After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the sea of zombies slowly moving towards him in the distance with a troubled expression.
He Wenbin nodded in agreement, then he looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "Brother Cockroach is going to the coal yard in person?"
After finishing speaking, he looked at Yang Keer, Shangguan Qiaoyun and Guo Fei standing beside Zhang Xiaoqiang. Today Yang Keer gave up her beloved mace, and she replaced it with the large dog-leg machete and compound knife used by Yuan Yi. The steel shield was covered with a piece of black skin, which was the thick skin of a porcupine mouse. It was simply tanned by Wang Le and fixed on the shield with rivets.
Holding the new weapon, Yang Ke'er was quite reluctant, but under the threat of Zhang Xiaoqiang, she gave up her mace, and she knew that before she swung her stick, those slippery things like mice They will run to the side, so that they can see that they cannot be hit.
Shangguan Qiaoyun spread her Laura-style braids behind her head, leaving her bangs in front, looking mature and natural, with messy strands of hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks, with a hint of femininity in her sweetness , coupled with the sniper rifle behind her and the m1911a1 around her waist, there is a kind of seductive combination of pure beauty and wildness.
As for Guo Fei? Still the same old man who wanted to die anxiously, when he saw the sea of corpses composed of countless zombies, his eyes began to shine, and the long knife stuck on the ground shook up and down with him, and the tip of the knife chiseled the solid ground. Make a small hole.
Looking at the people around Zhang Xiaoqiang, He Wenbin couldn't believe it. The third son led 20 team members with Type 5 and 6 submachine guns to guard the four heavy machine guns, but he was still surrounded by dozens of S2s. Where did Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others have the confidence?