Chapter 199

When the tide of big rats with dark red fur began to emerge, Sanzi and his men kept shooting at them with rifles to block them. We could see that there were more and more mice killed, and more and more mice rushed up. They began to feel tired.

Sanzi also had some palpitations when he looked at the rats running here. He took the team members to retreat and snipe. He ran not far away. Suddenly, a dozen rats popped up in the rat tide and jumped on the last team member.

Rats gnawed at everything that could move on him. His face was stuck to it by several rats. The claws of the rats were hooked in his flesh. The sharp teeth tore the flesh off his face and swallowed it. He rolled on the ground with his face in his arms. A member of the team came forward to help when he saw the tragedy of his companions. This small stay made them drowned by the rat tide.

There are only nine elite soldiers under his command. No matter they used to be cookers or pig breeders, as long as they have completed recruit training, they are the most elite at present. Now, there are three. There are only a few people in the combat team?

Since Zhang Xiaoqiang set up a combat team, there were only 11 people in the beginning, and then it expanded continuously. Now it's only in his early 60s when men and women add a piece. The other day, after many battles, except for the two deserters who were executed by Zhang Xiaoqiang, the others didn't even lose a hair.

Now he has just set up an elite team, which is still his direct subordinate team. They are equipped with the best equipment of the whole base, holding the best rifles, each with a type 92 pistol, bulletproof vest and polymer helmet. They are really armed to the teeth, but first they are defeated by the siege of hundreds of zombies, and then they are killed by the attack of rat tide. He feels very shameful, There is even an idea that I am not the material.

Zhang Xiaoqiang comforts Sanzi. In his opinion, Sanzi has done a good job. Although he has been chased away like a lost dog with his tail in his several actions today, he has saved his living strength as much as possible.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is not poor in materials and food. He is poor in people. Ten thousand people are not too many, and one person is not too few. Although Sanzi doesn't know any tactical arrangement and precise command, he can take people to retreat when he sees something wrong. Although there are some losses, he can still maintain a complete system of preservation and construction. If he changes to a guy with a slightly slow brain, Now it's probably gone twice.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has confirmed that these mice are mutant mice. They live underground in the prison. This is their nursery and dining room in the grain depot. Sanzi and others disturb the big mice, so the big mice drive them out and surround them here.

Now there is no shortage of food, everyone carries a pot of water, and there is no shortage of drinking water. A green painted iron ammunition box is neatly stacked in the watchtower, and there is no shortage of ammunition. But the number of mice outside the wall is unknown. They are constantly gathering into a small hill formed by mice, trying to cross the wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's men have been fighting with mice for more than two hours. Mice are not afraid of death and don't know fatigue. But Zhang Xiaoqiang's men can't do it. They haven't received high-intensity combat training at all. Now they are only afraid of mice.

The shooting frequency of gangupstairs began to slow down. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at his watch and then looked up at the sky. Now it seems that there is nothing missing, but Zhang Xiaoqiang knows that the worst thing is time.

If they can't solve the problem of rats before night, rats may surmount the wall in the dark at night. There is no high-power generator, and high-power spotlights have become furnishings. There is no wood, and campfire can't be used for lighting at night. His men are not equipped with night vision devices, However, this may cause the disaster at night.

"Shua ····" sounds like the sound of a sharp arrow breaking through the air, which interrupted Zhang Xiaoqiang's meditation. He looked up to see where the sound came from. A sharp object with residual shadow crossed the sky and sank into the wall.

These sharp objects are scattered like ancient archers. The sharp spines of chopsticks, which are about half a meter long, pierce into the scattered rat corpses and open spaces on the ground one after another. Some of them stick on the black brick walls of the armory, leaving white dots on the ground, while more of them fly to the people who are raising their guns and shooting.

"Ah ···" screams continue to ring. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumps up and rushes into the guard tower. Three or four men are dragged to one side to sit down. They are pricked with those half meter long spikes. Wang Chongzheng takes off one person's spikes. These spikes are nearly inch into the person's body. As these spikes are pulled out in turn, The red blood gushed out quickly and dyed his yellow uniform red.

In addition, there are two other people lying on the ground, who don't know whether they are alive or dead. They are all covered with these spikes. They look like two hedgehogs falling on the ground. The blood continuously seeps out along the wound and slowly forms a pool of blood on the ground. The dark red blood rushes out a gap on the pool of blood and slowly extends to Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, Zhang Xiaoqiang throws a bottle of hemostatic powder to Wang Chong, who is dressing the wounded. He looks out through the window of the guard tower.The platform on the gangupstairs was covered by a lot of incomplete rat corpses before. Later, Sanzi took people to remove these disgusting things. But now, in addition to the bloodstains scattered by rat corpses, the platform is also covered with numerous spikes and brass cartridge cases, and the walls are also chiseled with small holes the size of mung bean by those spikes.

The uninjured team members were in a panic. Some people continued to raise their guns and shoot. Some people quickly stacked the hollowed ammunition boxes on the platform into small shooting bunkers. Sanzi kept yelling at the people around him, and from time to time raised his gun and shot a long shot at the wall.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the situation was not as bad as he thought, he looked up to the wall. The rats were still slowly rising to form a rat mountain. Maybe because of the suppression of the rifle fire, the speed of their formation was a little faster. When he crossed the wall and looked at the open space behind the rat mountain, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought his eyes were wasted, He took out his telescope and observed carefully.

In the open space one hundred meters away from the wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a dozen big things creeping slowly to this side. These things are about the same size as the big water tanks Zhang Xiaoqiang saw in the countryside, and he could not see their true appearance when he was huddled together. But Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that they were the culprits of the shooting spikes, Their bodies in groups are like porcupines with numerous spikes.

The tenfold telescope pulls the spines of their bodies closer to our eyes. Seeing these things, Zhang Xiaoqiang takes a breath in his heart. Now mice are developing long-range