Chapter 198

Zhang Xiaoqiang was shocked to see the big bullet spread on his palm. If this thing hits a person, can that person still get a whole body?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm is not small. His hand can tightly cover the hand of the officer Qiao Yun. But now, the length of the bullet on his hand is almost longer than the length of his palm, and its thickness is similar to that of a cigar.

54 Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at a thick and frightening bullet. He doesn't know what effect it will have on people, but he knows that this kind of bullet should be able to penetrate the skin of D2. Seeing the bullet in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang is excited. He finds the 54 Type anti-aircraft machine gun in the Armory, although the machine gun is not well maintained, Some of them are rusty, but Zhang Xiaoqiang has Wang Le. Wang Le is good at mechanical repair. Now he can repair precision machinery. Isn't it easy to catch the old guy who was a few decades ago?

As he went on, Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw a lot of m1919a6 air-cooled heavy machine gun bullets, which were also the bullets he equipped for the machine gun group. The bullets of this kind of machine gun don't seem to be many, and it's just that compared with other accumulated bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang estimated that even if there are hundreds of thousands of bullets, there are still some wooden boxes that haven't been opened, Together, it may even amount to a million.

In addition to the bullets of the m1919a6 heavy machine gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw the 7.7mm bullets of the 92 heavy machine gun. However, there are few such bullets. It seems that there are not tens of thousands of them. When Zhang Xiaoqiang opened a wooden box again and saw the bullets inside, he was really scared. The bullets inside were tightly sealed with kraft paper.

When it dispersed, it was found that there were two colors painted on the tip of the bullet. One was the circle painted red, and the other was the circle painted yellow. The 14.5mm bullet, with a total length of nearly 16 cm, felt like half a Jin in the hand. Only the front bullet was about 7 cm.

Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of a TV play that he had seen, "our leader, our regiment", in which there was a Japanese war defense gun. It seemed that the shell of that war defense gun was not much bigger than the guy in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the still bright white copper warhead, really can't think of what everyone in the armory can shoot this thing out? 92 infantry gun? It's the wrong size, isn't it?

When Zhang Xiaoqiang went to the inside, he saw the 70mm high explosive of the 92 infantry gun··········

When Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the ground, it was already past noon. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang's team members all brought three days of dry food. This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's hard and fast rule, and also his summary of his previous adventure career, At the end of the day, there are too many uncertain factors. More preparation may lead to more hope for survival. The gunfire never stops, and the team members rush to eat lunch in rotation.

Sanzi found that only half of the staff were divided into two groups to shoot in turn, which could just control the mice on the wall, while the other half of the team took a rest and loaded the empty clips with bullets.

Since the emergence of the rat group, all the team members have been fighting with high intensity. Whether it is the M1 garland rifle previously used or the Bayi automatic rifle now used, the recoil force is not small. Many people can't even get up their arms when they withdraw to rest.

The front is stable, and Sanzi has time to tell Zhang Xiaoqiang about the cause of the rat tide.

At the meeting the night before yesterday, Zhang Huai'an's worry about the grain in the base made Sanzi feel uneasy. In particular, Zhang Huai'an wanted Sanzi to stop accepting and searching for survivors, which made Sanzi very unhappy. Sanzi always wanted to turn the combat team into a combat brigade, and he could be a captain himself. If he could become a combat regiment, he would be the commander, At that time, besides Zhang Xiaoqiang, He Wenbin, his third son, will speak the loudest.

He didn't have any idea about the two people in front of him. Zhang Xiaoqiang led He Wenbin to rush into the corpse group composed of thousands of zombies and snatched him out. He didn't say it, but he always kept it in mind, but he didn't care about other people.

Now an honest man is in charge of construction, and he has hundreds of people under his command. Lu Renyi doesn't say that. In Sanzi's eyes, he is a soy sauce fighter, while Zhang Huaian, an outsider, actually wants him to stop accepting survivors. Without people, there will be no source of soldiers. When will his combat regiment be built?

If you can't be a team leader, isn't the honest man going to hold himself down? Maybe even Zhang Huai'an will climb on his head at that time?

For this reason, Sanzi is very concerned about food. He is not a person who knows how to settle accounts. He does not know how long the grain stored in the base can last. He only knows that hundreds of people eat more food in a day than he eats in a year. In his opinion, the amount of food eaten in a year is already a large number. This prison originally held thousands of people, and they eat more food every day, It's also a prison. Large vehicles can't get in and out of the prison from time to time. In order to maintain the normal consumption of the prison, there should be a warehouse for storing grain in the prison. Sanzi told Zhang Xiaoqiang that he wanted to go out and look for supplies, but in fact, he was looking for a grain depot.In the process of searching for the grain depot, it was very smooth. There were some scattered human bones on the road. They didn't even see a zombie. At first, people were still on guard. They didn't relax until they got to the grain depot. The grain depot was very big, and there was a big iron lock hanging on the gate.

After they opened the granary together, they saw a huge mouse nest along the outside light. All the food packages were bitten to pieces, and all kinds of moldy food were scattered. They filled every corner of the ground and mixed it with rat excrement. An old rat bigger than an adult fist was accumulating in the grain pile, and the sound of the door opening also startled these mice, Then all the mice squeaked together. Sanzi was surprised that these mice were not afraid of people. A dozen big mice, the size of a domestic cat and with dark red fur, came straight from inside.

Ten Type 95 assault rifles opened fire on the rats, and the rats fell on the road with blood all over. The scattered stray bullets killed many big rats with fists on the ground. Now, all the big rats before the end of the world, which can only be called mouse cubs here, screamed and crawled deep into the warehouse.

Seeing that all the mice were scared away, Sanzi didn't care. He looked at them a little and saw that there was no oil and water to be fished out, so he took people away with him. Not long after they left, they all heard a strange sound, like the sound of countless leaves falling on the ground and being slowly rowed by the wind, and then slowly turned into a "buzzing" sound from far to near, They stood together and slowly looked around. They didn't know where the danger came from