Chapter 186

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned to look at another S zombie. He saw that the zombie, who had been punched in several holes, was rubbed by a few big men like a weak young girl. Zhang Xiaoqiang's new members were digging with a dig and shovel and banging on the S type zombies lying on the ground. The big men were crowded together. The men with tools in the back are still yelling at the people inside, asking them to get out of the way so that they can enjoy themselves. When the crowd dispersed, the S-shaped zombies also turned into a pool of mashed meat. When several men saw the zombies dangling on the breast wall, they yelled excitedly and jumped at the zombies. Then they followed a group of men who were copying, Zhang Xiaoqiang is still a little silly. He has never seen a zombie kill so actively. It can't be said to be active, it should be said to be fanatical. There are no less than 30 big men, all of them rush up. No matter their height or age, everyone is shouting. The guys in their hands greet the head of the zombie, just like a gust of wind suddenly blowing, until the crowd dispersed, There are dozens of zombies on the other side of the wall. Even those who can only stand are not seen.

"Tough... Tough." Looking at the men who had done warm-up exercises and walked back happily, Zhang Xiaoqiang made an accurate evaluation. The biggest difference between these men and Zhang Xiaoqiang's fighting team is that Zhang Xiaoqiang's men are very good at dealing with the same kind of people, but they can only say they are reluctant to deal with zombies. However, these former construction workers are very tough in front of the same kind of people, but they are not ambiguous in dealing with zombies, It's fierce and quick. It's the skill of killing zombies.

What Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know is that this group of people admire Zhang Xiaoqiang for blocking 2000 zombies in his twenties. They all know that zombies can only be killed by beating their heads. How can 2000 zombies be targeted for you? But Zhang Xiaoqiang's men just want to get it. When they are approached within 10 meters by zombies, they don't mess around, and no one turns to run away. Unlike them, they can only fight with the wind. When they see that there are not many zombies, they rush in and run away.

Wang Chong picked up his rifle and looked at the corpse at his feet, but he didn't stop. He loaded the bullet and continued to shoot at the corpses. He didn't have time to feel that the ordeal of the last world had made him an iron man. Now he was a soldier. As long as he didn't die, he would continue to fight until he fell down.

No matter how many zombies are not satisfied with the fireworks at the muzzle of the gun, as time goes on, the crowded corpses are gradually decreasing. When the last gunfire stops, there is no zombie who can stand in front of everyone. All the members of the combat team throw away their rifles and sit on the chest wall to rest. Zhang Xiaoqiang holds a silver pistol to patrol inside the chest wall, It was preset to be the entrance of the battlefield. The ground was covered with corpses. Most of the corpses were incomplete in limbs. They were hit by machine gun bullets. Many of the corpses were broken into pieces. One arm and one leg were scattered everywhere. Many of the corpses were still smoking, Half of his body was buried in thick soil, which was killed by mortars or grenades············

On the messy battlefield, dense zombies are like dead fish piled up on the beach, one layer after another. At the highest place, small mounds of corpses have been formed. Some zombies whose limbs were broken but didn't hurt their vital parts are still wriggling in the mounds, They also want to climb out and bite away at the fresh meat. One man, armed with bayonets or shovel, is walking in a dense corpse. If he sees a corpse in activity or sends a bullet to its head, it will turn over its cover. Or a sharp shovel with a sharp edge, chopping its head down.

"Touch... Touch... The door was kicked open, and three men rushed in with shields and flashlights. Then they heard:" safety... Safety... No zombies! " Then a few empty fisted men went in and began to rummage. Bags of rice and bacon, cotton wadding bedding, clothes and other tools were moved out. The cooperation of several people was like flowing water. In less than ten minutes, the house was basically emptied except for some electricity and thick furniture. With the last person's shadow flashing out, The room fell silent again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walks on the open street. Now, the whole town belongs to Zhang Xiaoqiang. He stands in the center of the town. He looks at all kinds of buildings that have gone through the wind and rain, and his men rush into the house to move all kinds of materials out of the house. For some reason, he loses the joy of the past and becomes more and more depressed, Yang Ke'er takes the little girl to tear open a bag of snacks in a non-staple food store, like feeding a dog, constantly cramming strange shapes of snacks into the little girl's mouth. The little girl also refuses to come, and she eats as many as she has. Yang Ke'er's crescent moon like eyes are slightly raised, and she is very happy.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's combat team and temporary engineer team are also very happy. They are carrying all kinds of materials and laughing loudly. Some people are still arguing about some novel small spoils. Before long, when more spoils are found, they will put down their quarrels and go forward to share a piece of the cake. Each of the three auxiliary Gunners carries a big backpack, They disregard the spoils of war for men. Their targets are daily necessities, shampoo, shower gel, sisters, cleansing cream, and hand cream. What these men throw on the ground are picked up by them and thrown into the backpack. They are like the hunters who are wandering in the historical sites. Then there was a burst of pleasant laughter floating in the quiet town, with some words such as grass and dry·········All the people are very happy. Today is a good harvest day for them. A few days ago, there were a lot of objects on the construction site, but the building materials and machinery were of no use to individuals. They could not get any booty. All the booties were from the base. Of course, they would not say anything more, but they were most happy to get some Booties for their own use. They were grateful to Zhang Xiaoqiang, They are also the first time in the end of the world after the arrival of happy laughter, will be the past depression and depression with laughter vent·········

Looking at the laughter of these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel any happiness. He walked alone in the lonely long street, slowly walking over all kinds of garbage and scattered bones on the ground. There were small shops on both sides of the street, He even saw a small Internet cafe. It was not big enough to hold 20 computers. The Internet cafe was very messy. There were overturned seats, old-fashioned box monitors that fell to the ground. A dark sports shoe was crushed by a drink display cabinet that fell to the ground. There was a mass of dark brown dry blood on the ground not far from the sports shoes, Some scattered bones in the bloodstain show the tragic scene of the past.

Other street facades are similar to Internet cafes, messy and dilapidated, as well as the traces and remains left by desperate people at that time. He looked up at the mountain, and the vegetation of the mountain was still lush. Except for the large areas of withered and yellow, he looked at the viaduct in the distance, and the high viaduct was showing him the grand occasion, and then he looked up to the sky, Today is a day without sun. The dark clouds and the dark sky are just like his mood at the moment. He can't breathe out the air pressure in his heart for a long time. He continues to move forward