Chapter 295

Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the shoulder that had been bumped into cyan purple, looked at the big pit on the stone wall, and was surprised. Wang Le stood beside him, boasting about the power of guns.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stroked the washbasin sized gap on the wall. With his fingers flicking, the skirt on the edge of the big pit split, and the debris fell to the ground one after another, bringing a burst of dust. He turned his head to look at Wang Le and asked, "how did you try the gun? I'm afraid no one can stand the recoil of the gun?"

Wang Le, with a proud face, was embarrassed when he heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's inquiry. He faltered and said, "you are the first one to test the gun."

Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the shotgun in his hand and Wang Le who wants to find a crack in the ground. He is very speechless. The power of the single barrel shotgun made of the spare barrel of the 54 Type antiaircraft machine gun is good, but Zhang Xiaoqiang can't think of anyone who can bear such a large recoil force. Even Yang Ke'er can't do it. Although she has great strength, her body is still too thin.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is barely able to use it, but it can only be said that it is reluctantly. After one shot, he will lose his fighting power temporarily. This is a fatal flaw that can decide the battle of life and death in one second. Zhang Xiaoqiang still dare not use his own life to run into luck.

"Or shall we improve?" Wang Le carefully asked Zhang Xiaoqiang, it seems that he is still very unwilling.

"If you don't solve the problem of recoil, you can't use it all the time. You don't see that I just aimed at the left side, but now I hit the right side. No matter how powerful I can't fight zombies, it's useless." Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the dark guy in his hand with regret and shakes his head.

"Yes, I haven't seen a real sniper. Now I can only build an old-fashioned single tube, and I can only imitate a shotgun. I don't know which 12.7mm counter equipment is in that unit, otherwise I don't have to waste so much energy."

Hearing what Wang Le said, Zhang Xiaoqiang was still a little surprised and asked, "does China have this thing? It seems that the best equipment of the army is 88 small caliber sniper rifle. 12.7mm is like American Bartley, isn't it

Wang Le was a little uneasy when he heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's visit. He said aloud: "who said that China does not have large caliber, JQ 12.7mm anti equipment rifle, W03 anti equipment rifle, and M99 12.7mm sniper rifle. The accuracy of the rifle is not inferior to that of the United States, and the weight and structure of the gun body are even better."

Zhang Xiaoqiang is said to be a bit dumb. He is a gun blind. He only knows about the Batley bird of the United States after watching the video of the US Army beating the Taliban with a big bird in Afghanistan. He even knows about the 88 sniper step after watching the soldiers' raid. He really doesn't know about China's active service equipment.

"We won't talk about several models of Chinese equipment, but the question is, where are these big guys?" Zhang Xiaoqiang also wants to have these powerful birds. As long as he has these things, ordinary people will have effective means to kill D2 zombies.

"I don't know about that. We don't even know where the regular troops are stationed, let alone where the sophisticated weapons are held."

Wang Le is telling the truth. China's national conditions are like this. At least most of the military garrisons outside are for face. The real garrisons are generally in the border areas. Only special police can use these weapons in the mainland. But in which big cities are those qualified to equip, there are no small places.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wang Le are silent at the same time. The base seems to be strong and powerful, but in fact it's papery. It's really a bit uncertain to use decades old equipment to defend our base. The only 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun that can pose a threat to D2 has reached the edge of damage reporting because of its frequent use. Decades of time has greatly reduced the service life of the anti-aircraft machine gun.

"I... i... I..." a worker in a machinery factory nearby opened his mouth, but he didn't know whether to interrupt Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wang Le. He seemed hesitant and his voice was a little low. If he didn't pay attention, he couldn't hear it.

"If you have something to say, you'll stammer like a mother." Wang Le is a little impatient and says loudly to the people around him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was a little distracted, was attracted by the worker. He looked at the worker himself. Like other workers in the machinery factory, he was wearing a set of sky blue overalls, which he got from the logistics warehouse of the machinery factory.

The work clothes are full of large pieces of oil and rust stains, and the face is not clean. It's black and yellow, and it turns into a big face. When I look at my younger age, I still have a bit of loyalty on my face, and I'm not brave enough. I dare not speak again when I'm told by Wang Le, but I just stare at my toes.

"If you have anything to say, do you know something?" Zhang Xiaoqiang is not in a hurry now. He is not in a hurry to go to wh. Now he should be more prepared, and the loss on the road will be smaller. Now he will not miss any chance to increase his strength.

"I, I'm not from the city. I went to the machinery factory and was introduced by an acquaintance. I'm not very familiar with this side ··""Just say what you want. Don't you see we're busy? If you can't say one, two, three today, you see how I'll deal with you. "

Wang Le is also worried when he hears the nonsense of the young workers in front of him. Anyway, he is also his own staff. His staff lose face in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, but not just himself? Originally, when Zhang Xiaoqiang was asked to test his gun today, he got a big oolong and lost his face completely. Now it's time for him to be upset, and the worker has hit him.

Wang Leyi was angry. The young man did not dare to speak again. He aimed his eyes at his toes again, waiting to be scolded.

"You mean you're not local? Where is your hometown? " Zhang Xiaoqiang has something to say. The workers in front of him have something to say. The most likely thing is about the army. Maybe a young neighbor or some other relative has something to do with the military base, and he just knows the location of the base?

"No... I'm a local, but I'm not from the city. I'm from the countryside. We're poor there, and we don't even have land to grow."

Wang Le is anxious again. What's the matter with this guy? Don't say a word at ordinary times, now it's all rubbish? Xiaoqiang, the section chief, stopped Wang Le from getting angry. Zhang Xiaoqiang knows something about this seemingly very kind young worker. He is the kind of person who doesn't like to socialize and does his own work honestly.

So if you want him to say something, he often can't express his ideas. At this time, you can't urge him. Otherwise, he will become more and more anxious, and what he wants to say will become a mess. Maybe one day, he can't understand clearly, that is, the psychological language barrier that people often say