Chapter 171

The machine gunners are very excited. Although their skills are very good, the feeling of shooting is too good. They howl loudly, the voice of wolf howling and the deafening sound of machine guns, plus the scattered sound of rifles behind them, which makes people feel like a battlefield. Some zombies are not dead after being knocked down, and they keep crawling towards the position with broken legs, From time to time, there is a bullet through their body with a piece of flesh or bone, but as long as it does not hit their head or spine, they will not hesitate to climb forward.

The machine gunners were very excited. In their eyes, only the standing zombies ignored the creeping zombies. The women who were regarded as the auxiliary machine gunners were attracted by the work in front of them. In order to ensure the continuous attack of the machine gun, they kept sticking new ammunition belts into the gun body, straightening out the ammunition belts and holding the shooting speed of the close weight machine gun, They only had bullets and machine guns in their eyes, and they didn't even notice the zombies in front of them.

However, the combat team with rifles was a little nervous when they saw the zombie approaching. The veteran players knew what would happen when they retreated. They all began to bayonet and prepare for hand-to-hand combat. Several of Zhang Huai'an's men had never experienced this before. Looking at the zombie near their feet, a man threw his rifle and ran back. Now all the combat teams turned to look at him, Other men seem to want to learn from the previous escape, Zhang Huai'an a look anxious, he took out a pistol loaded, pointed to a few men shouting: "continue to shoot, who dare to escape, I will kill who." Then he turned and wanted to run away from the man shot, his head is really not how, saw a little bit of streamer flying past the man's side. But no one can hit him, and the closest one only takes away the corner of a man's clothes.

The man is running hard with his head and legs moving. The wind blows from his ears, the roar of bullets is shot from his side, and his heart is always hanging. He regrets that he ran away. But now the boat is finished, and it's also a death to stop. He stares at the vehicle parked under the hillside, praying that he won't be shot by the bullets behind him, and every shot behind him will be remembered by him, The crisp sound of the pistol was almost drowned in the sound of the machine gun and the rifle, but the faint sound of the pistol was so bright beside him. The crisp sound of every shot of the pistol was like a drum beating on his heart, one... Two... Six... Seven... He was relieved, he knew that the pistol had no bullets, Zhang Huai'an had enough time to put on his cartridge clip for him to run 50 meters away. A wisp of smile hung on his lips. He was glad to escape his birthday. His goal was to park the car at the foot of the mountain. As long as he got on the car, he couldn't go?

There is a man standing in front of him. He seems to be the boss with a straight face all day. What is he holding? Ha! No gun, just a dim sword, ha ha! As long as there is no gun, what are you afraid of? Can't you hide? He suddenly sped up and ran to the side of Zhang Xiaoqiang. As long as he kept a distance from Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would be able to escape, and he would be able to escape.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looks coldly like the man who runs to the right. He has been paying attention to the whole gathering position. Whether it's the approaching of zombies or the madness of machine gunners, he knows that when some disabled zombies crawl on the ground and are about to approach, but he doesn't care. His men not only shoot accurately from a long distance, but also kill fiercely from close quarters, He just watched the mood fluctuation of every member of the fighting group. He was very satisfied with the performance of the machine gunner and the woman who provided ammunition for the machine gun. Seeing that the old players began to use bayonets, he appreciated it. But he saw Zhang Huai'an's men escaping from the battle. His face was as black as a fat cook's wok.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't pull out the desert eagle hanging on his waist, so he held the Jingwei sword and waited for him. It was really cheap to kill him with a gun. The man's smile on the corner of his mouth made Zhang Xiaoqiang despise him even more. Zhang Xiaoqiang's Jingwei sword was more than one meter long, and the man ran two meters away from Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, Seeing that he was about to rush past Zhang Xiaoqiang, he suddenly felt that his legs were slightly cool and his feet were numb. He was still running forward with his arms in turn.

He suddenly found that he was flying, not upward, but forward and downward. "Touch... His right face fell on the ground covered with coarse sand and gravel. The huge inertia made his body constantly roll on the gravel ground. The skin and flesh on his face were worn by the gravel, and the dark red muscles and white gums were exposed, Then the blood gushed out quickly and dyed the gravel ground under his head red. A huge pain came from his legs. He fell to the ground and saw his legs behind him. He rolled on the ground and howled loudly. There was no feeling of coarse sand and gravel embedded in his wound. As he rolled, the fracture of his legs kept spraying blood, but such injury could not make him die immediately, He could only roll and wail, and the scream spread to other people's ears. All of them shivered, but no one looked back and focused on the zombies.

With the man struggling on the ground, the rest of Zhang Huai'an's men have no idea of running for their lives. Besides seeing the tragic scene of the man, they also see Zhang Xiaoqiang pulling out the silver desert eagle from his waist. He takes the big and frightening pistol to patrol behind the crowd. The man with broken leg rolls and wails behind him, This scene deeply guides these men who want to escape. They also learn from other companions, clumsily pull out the stab card, put on the barrel of the gun, and wait for a close encounter at any time.Zhang Huai'an, who was always timid, picked up the M1 garland rifle that had been thrown away. Holding the barrel of the rifle, he quickly stepped forward and sped up. He rushed to the zombie who was crawling nearby. He raised his rifle with both hands and turned it hard. The dark red solid wood butt of the rifle hit the Zombie's forehead hard. The Zombie's forehead immediately collapsed. He pulled out the butt of the gun which was still stained with yellow brains from the Zombie's forehead, Another zombie, waving his claws, was smashed on the head. Zhang Huai'an, a timid and cautious old policeman, was astonishing to everyone, especially his former colleagues. They didn't expect that the old policeman who was waiting to die was also unknown. Seeing the old policeman who was burning with his eyes rushing to the front, his men were also inspired, They rushed behind the old policeman and slaughtered the zombies on the ground with him.

In fact, the disabled ordinary zombies are not in great danger. Their deterrent power to people's psychology is more terrible than their actual lethality. When the old police come forward, everyone's heart is calm. They no longer care about the zombies near Chi Chi. They put all their energy on the corpses in front of them. The dark red butt of the old police's gun has been dyed yellow and black, He took his men to patrol the front and back, as long as he saw zombies approaching, whether standing or lying up, it was a butt of a gun, and several men with rifles walked on the front with corpses