Zhang Xiaoqiang bumped into three men hiding behind the fourth bunker and knocked them to the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang is not a cat. He can't control his center of gravity and balance as flexibly as a cat.
At the moment of landing, a head flew from his hand, and then he didn't get up, so he stuck to the ground and rolled to the fifth shelter. When he rolled over the two outer bodies, their thighs were separated from their bodies forever.
It happened so fast that people couldn't react at all. Zhang Xiaoqiang went through three bunkers in a row, but didn't stay in any one for more than a second. It was the first time that he got the point. With the sharp blade of rat king, he was able to get to the fifth bunker like a ghost shadow.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's raid was very fast, which made the people in the first three bunkers have no time to react. However, the time that the people in the first three bunkers fought for finally made the people in the fifth bunkers react. At the same time, they turned and ran behind them.
A group of mobs don't have much courage to face a god of death who can take people's lives when they wave. In their eyes, the God of death has arrived. Apart from instinctive escape, they can't remember that the rifle in their hand can also pose a threat to the God of death.
"Kill... Kill... For me"
After a name with a trill, the two remaining bunkers in the back shot at the same time. The three people who turned and ran away stood on the floor and were retreated by the oncoming bullets. In the process of retrogression, blood burst out from them, The three men released their rifles and fell back.
Suddenly, a figure flashed behind the three men who had been shot into honeycomb briquette. The three men who were bleeding all the time flew in mid air and smashed into the remaining two bunkers. After Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked the three unlucky men, he chased them behind and looked at the sixth bunker. Several people in the sixth bunker were knocked over by the flying bodies, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped up and rushed inside.
After the sound of "touch ··········", Zhang Xiaoqiang felt numb in his right thigh, and a blood flower burst on his thigh. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was flying in the air, was hit by the bullet and changed his direction. He fell obliquely into the bunker. When he fell on several human bodies, he didn't see whether they were dead or alive. The rat King blade in his hand drew a circle on the floor beside him, The sharp blade of rat King cut several people in half.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to stay in the same place after drawing out the rat King blade. As soon as he lowered his head and shoulder, he rolled across the floor to the last bunker. When he rolled, a sniper gun flashed in the corner of his eye, pointing to his way forward, "Damn, sniper." Zhang Xiaoqiang desperately wriggles his shoulder in a hurry. Zhang Xiaoqiang's body changes direction with the wriggling of his shoulder, from rolling forward to rotating in situ.
After a gunshot, the bullet chiseled a small hole on the floor beside Zhang Xiaoqiang. After the gunshot, he propped up his hands on the floor with all his strength. Instead of going forward, he retreated, just avoiding the second bullet. He followed Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet on the floor to drive his body forward, and the third bullet shot behind him.
Without waiting for the fourth bullet to come, Zhang Xiaoqiang raises his right hand. The rat King blade is spinning in the air and flies to the sniper with the sniper's step. The rat king is spinning fast in the air, like a flywheel sawing to the sniper's throat. Zhang Xiaoqiang's means are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the sniper. He takes up the sniper rifle and faces the rat King blade with the barrel.
"Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding.
The sniper didn't know the characteristics of the rat King blade. Zhang Xiaoqiang had to throw the rat King blade at him, but he used the barrel to pick the sharpest blade of the rat King blade. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang dodged the inverted rat King blade and rushed at him, the sniper turned around and dragged his injured thigh to escape to the rooftop without saying a word.
The sniper is running away. Zhang Xiaoqiang has no air control over the sniper. He rushes into the last bunker. The three men in the last bunker are approached by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and their rifles are useless. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang in front of him, their gnashing reverse rifles smash at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Touch... Touch..." Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked countless brass shells scattered on the floor at the moment of close up. The shells scattered on the floor were splashed around by military shoes. They kept rolling and rotating in the air. Some shells collided with each other in the air and flew in other directions in disguise. Three men were hit in the face by the shells, Unconsciously close your eyelids to protect your eyes.
"Pounce..." a man inserted a military knife in his throat. The handle of the military knife was held by the man in his hand. He held the handle inserted in his throat and wanted to pull it out. The blood flowed out quickly along the blood trough of the knife body. With the passage of blood, the strength of his body evaporated as quickly as the small drops of water dropped into the fire.
"Tong ········" he fell on the floor with bullet cases piled up, his hands still holding the handle of the knife, his eyes staring straight at an empty bullet clip on the floor, and the sword in his throat was never pulled out. Finally, he opened his eyes and swallowed his last breath."Touch... Touch..." after throwing the sabre, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumps in front of a man and bumps his head on his brow bone. The man's head is bumped high, and a wisp of blood spills into the air between his eyebrows. Then his body falls on his back and gives out a painful groan.
"Hoo ····" a rifle was violently waved to Zhang Xiaoqiang's head. Because of too much force, the heavy rifle was winded in the air. "Ha ····" roared out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest. His left arm smashed out in the direction of the gun, and "touch ·" his left arm hit the gun, making a dull sound, The gun hit the leather armor on Zhang Xiaoqiang's left arm, rebounded back and hit the last person's chest.
The gun hit his chest and made him groan. He couldn't help but step back and lean against the wall. He was retreating, but Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed in front of him like a predator. He raised his left hand, which was sore due to the collision, just on his neck. The rifle fell from his hand and fell on the floor, splashing several shell shells around him, He held his hands tightly on Zhang Xiaoqiang's left wrist and tried to push his suffocating left hand away.
The man is about to suffocate by Zhang Xiaoqiang. He hooks his neck and wants to move the big hand which is painted red and black with the strength of his head and hands.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's cold eyes didn't fluctuate. His right fist hit his forehead with the wind. His back brain raised and hit the wall behind him. Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist hit his eyebrow again and again, and his back brain hit the wall again and again, making a dull sound. His eyes lost focus and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, mouth corners, nostrils, eyes Eyes, as well as on both sides of the ears, a continuous stream of blood out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took back his left hand. The man still looked at him with his eyes without a trace of expression. He slowly slid down against the wall and sat on the floor. His head tilted weakly to one side. Above the man's head, the wall was dyed red by blood. On the red blood, there were scattered red and white brains. Because the blood was too thick, some gathered together and slid down the wall, Draw a path of blood down the white wall