Chapter 192

Zhang Xiaoqiang led the way and took more than 40 people inside. He was not using blood to lead the zombies out. Most of the zombies were locked in the cell. The blood had no use but to make them crazy. Sanzi took nine elite and quickly stepped forward to overtake Zhang Xiaoqiang. Then he heard a few low shots of the type 95 rifle, and one zombie fell to the ground, Sanzi led the way in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed in the middle, and other combat teams followed closely.

Walking through the parking lot, along with Sanzi entering the main building, Sanzi and others are cleaning up scattered zombies in front. Zhang Xiaoqiang passes a fresh or old zombie body and follows it with brass bullet cases on the ground. The messy ground is covered with dust and dust everywhere. On the body of the zombie, on the black and dry bloodstain, on the dull bullet case, In the middle of a pile of bones, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a Bayi rifle stained with black blood. He bent down to pick up the rifle from the bones, and the body of the rifle was covered with dust. Zhang Xiaoqiang's black cutting gloves were covered with dust. He took off the clip, and the 7.62mm thick bullet lay quietly in the clip. He stuck the clip back to the body of the gun, Pull open the bolt, open the insurance, aim at the white wall in front, pull the trigger, "dada dada..." the white wall skin and the cement ash of the wall fall on the floor one after another, and three irregular bullet holes appear on the wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang throws his rifle into the hands of the members of the combat team behind him and continues to move forward. With Zhang Xiaoqiang's demonstration, his subordinates begin to check the ground. When they see rifles or ammunition clips, they pick them up one after another, even if they are empty. Halfway through, Zhang Xiaoqiang hears that the sound of guns in front of him becomes denser. He takes people to step forward quickly, Go to an exit, see Sanzi and nine elite and fight and retreat, all the way back to Zhang Xiaoqiang side, behind them a dense stream of zombies are coming, Zhang Xiaoqiang carrying horn gun to meet up, at the exit to meet Sanzi they retreat.

The exit is not big. Three people side by side can seal the exit. Zhang Xiaoqiang stabs one zombie at the exit. When he sees that all the local team members are retreating to the corridor, he turns back. Then three shields seal the exit. The dense zombies squeeze on the shield together and push the shield members back. The shield members bite their teeth, He lowered his head and shouldered his shoulders to push the zombies on the shield. However, the zombies were too dense and powerful. The shield bearer was pushed back by the zombies. When other players saw the crisis, they leaned against them and tried to push the zombies out.

Dozens of big men huddled together to push forward, but the zombies on the opposite side were still gathering here. Both sides were deadlocked. Zhang Xiaoqiang held the desert eagle and walked around behind the man. The combat team and the zombies were entangled, and he had no better way. Sanzi and nine so-called elites were also crowded inside, They also stare like others and try to squeeze the zombie out with all their strength. Sanzi is still breathing loudly while exerting himself.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulls out the grenade stuck on his belt and wants to throw it out, but finally he hesitates to stop. His men are all stuck in the middle of the corridor. It's easy to throw it out, but God knows if the fragments of the grenade explosion will hurt the players? Moreover, the sound and the waves of the explosion will also have an impact. Zhang Xiaoqiang has too few hands to afford to lose.

All of a sudden, a small S-shaped zombie jumps on the head of the corpse group and quickly climbs to this side. Zhang Xiaoqiang sees his hands and feet and uses the S-shaped zombie that climbs to this side. He doesn't dare to be careless and raises his hand to pull the trigger of desert eagle“ After the sound of "be afraid of...", the right eye of the S-type zombie burst out a mass of black blood and fell on the top of the corpse group. Zhang Xiaoqiang held a pistol and turned to look behind him. Shangguan Qiaoyun was putting down Garland's butt from his shoulder.

Then a gust of wind swept past Zhang Xiaoqiang's ears, and a figure in a windbreaker flashed past him. Guo Fei, a lunatic, holding the long handled straight knife, jumped onto a sharp shoulder and ran forward on the shoulders of the people in front of him. He was low, with a knife in his right hand on the uneven shoulders of all the people, heading towards the zombies, When he arrived at the last line of defense composed of Tiedun and the arms of countless zombies, he jumped up and stepped on the shoulder of the zombies opposite him. He held a knife in both hands and slashed to the right. Black broken arms flew into the sky with claws.

Countless claws stretched out from his feet to his legs and feet. When the nearest claw was only a line away from his trouser legs, he jumped onto the S-shaped zombie which was put on his head by the corpses. This time, he didn't stop. He stepped on the shoulders or heads of the zombies and ran to the back of the corpses. When he reached the edge of the corpses, he jumped up and prepared to go behind them, Another S-shaped zombie jumped into the air, and he jumped over. He danced with a straight knife in the air, escaped the claws of the S-shaped zombie, and fell to the ground. The S-shaped zombie fell into two parts from his waist and slowly sank to the edge of the group.

Guo Fei's madness can only be seen by Zhang Xiaoqiang and Shangguan Qiaoyun. Other people are crowded together and feel nothing when their shoulders sink. Seeing Guo Fei's performance, Zhang Xiaoqiang's chin almost falls to the ground. Where is it to kill a zombie? Is it to die?

Guo Fei goes to the back of the corpse group, and Zhang Xiaoqiang can't see his situation at the moment through the dense corpse group. He has no other thoughts and Considerations about his own death. Everyone is responsible for himself.After a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the zombies on the edge of the corpse group turn around and rush back, one by two, and then a group of two groups. The men who were fighting with the corpse group obviously felt that the strength of the corpse group was slowly fading away. They called the chant and pushed the corpse group out step by step. At first, it was very slow, then it was faster and faster, and the crowd cheered, They all pushed the zombies out of the exit, but Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a shadow flickering in the middle of the corpse group, and the zombies rolled to the ground quietly·

"Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha, A cowhide army shoe stepped on its slightly twitching head and pulled out the bayonet. "Pa pa pa... San Zi and two elite soldiers stood together. The nine millimeter pistol in his hand kept sending bullets into the heads of the zombies. The elite team of the ten team used pistols to shoot the zombies around them. With their accurate shooting, one zombie fell down, Zhang Xiaoqiang's horn gun stabbed, slanted, or picked up. A zombie kept falling at his feet. As he went deeper and deeper in the corpse group, he felt that the long gun in his hand was no longer easy to use, so he turned over and held it in his hand like a javelin, throwing it at the chest of a D-type zombie in the distance. The horn gun drew an arc in the air to pierce the chest of a D-type zombie, The sharp horn gun passed through its body and was nailed to the ground all the time. The D-type zombie was firmly nailed by the horn gun and could not move