Chapter 367

The claws and strange force that can tear the steel plate don't work well when they meet the elastic tire. D3's arms suddenly exert force in the roar, and his thick neck leans back desperately with his head. Seeing that the tire is stretched and stretched, it just keeps on opening.

D3 With the tire on his head, he ignored Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke'er, so he sat on the ground and tugged at the tire, which was better than those pet cats and dogs wrapped in plastic bags by naughty little boys.

It's a rare opportunity. Zhang Xiaoqiang's rat King blade clenched in both hands cuts D3's arm at the same time. "Creak ············" rat King blade changes from cutting to cutting, and then by cutting saw, seeing that D3's arm scales are cut in half, D3 still seems to have no response, but it will obviously take a lot of time for Zhang Xiaoqiang to really cut off its arm, The premise is that D3 is lying there and waiting for him to saw slowly. Is that possible?

The invincible rat King blade can no longer achieve success at the first time. In a hurry, Zhang Xiaoqiang took back the rat King blade and ran to the wreckage of a car to remove the fuel tank that can hold 30 liters of gasoline.

Nearly ten liters of gasoline poured down from D3's head, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the empty fuel tank in his hand, turned around and ran to Yang Ke'er's side, pulling her dizzy to Shangguan Qiaoyun.

Wait until they over the obstacles, Zhang Xiaoqiang straight to Shangguan Qiaoyun called two words: "shoot.".

D3, tens of meters away, is full of thick black smoke, and the strongest part of the black smoke is the tire on its head. The tire with thick black smoke burns on its head, and D3 runs around like a headless fly with a meter long flame.

Perhaps because of its physical characteristics, the body that had not been ignited by the incendiary bomb before didn't cause much damage to it except for layers of black scorching materials after the gasoline was burned out. On the contrary, the burning tires on the head were getting smaller and smaller.

The real damage to D3 is not the burning flame, it is not afraid of the flame itself, but the scorching smell of the burning tire makes it suffer a great sin.

The most sensitive part of a zombie is its ears and sense of smell. The sense of smell is more sensitive than the ears. The black smoke from the tire burning on its head pours directly into its big mouth and nostrils, which makes the type D3 zombie completely crazy.

"Brush ·" D3 will tear off the brittle and soft tire from its head. The tire will stick to its hand and continue to burn. There are still some liquid rubber burning on its head. Compared with just now, it can barely endure.

D3, who got rid of the shackles, was very angry and extremely angry. Relying on its thick leather armor, it had never suffered losses, but today it suffered big losses one after another. Its parts were constantly removed, and even its final sense of smell was close to the edge of destruction. How can it not be crazy?

The D3 in front of him has already begun to look for the insect that will cause damage to him. Zhang Xiaoqiang is silent. Today, he is able to use all kinds of magic weapons. 37 guns, quadruple pack, 40 fire, rat King blade, Yang Ke'er, and the final pouring of gasoline is invalid. The D3 is still jumping around, and its activity is even higher than the initial line of fire attack.

Zhang Xiaoqiang speechless turned and looked at the motorcade behind him. Except for the members who operate heavy weapons, almost all the members of the motorcade got down to the car and looked this way. Two or three hundred meters behind them, the corpse tide had filled all the empty spaces. It was a desperate situation. It was really a desperate situation.

Waiting to die is not Zhang Xiaoqiang's style. Standing here waiting to be eaten by zombies is not his consideration. He picked up 40 fire without rockets from the ground and pulled up Yang Ke'er like a motorcade running past. Shangguan Qiaoyun followed him with a single barreled gun.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang came back, no one spoke, no one cheered, and no one cried because of despair. They just looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang silently, waiting for his order. The steel gun in their hands had been bolted, and their cartridge case had been full of cartridges.

Xu Mengzhu hugs Leng Miaomiao tightly and doesn't care about everything around him. Leng Miaomiao obviously doesn't know the situation. He just looks at D3 which is darker than coke in the distance with great interest and turns around looking for something.

Beads of sweat, the size of soybeans, seeped out from his forehead and rolled down to his mouth along both sides of his nasal groove. Huang Quan swallowed the saliva containing beads of sweat. His hands holding the type 95 rifle were shaking and his body was constantly shaking. The kettle at his waist hit the metal fastener on his belt and kept making a metal clanging sound.

He was afraid. He was really afraid. Although he had the experience of charging under the claws of big birds with Zhang Xiaoqiang, that time was different from this time. The comparison between the huge big bird and the endless corpse tide behind him was just as ridiculous as a chick.

Before, when rescuing the investigation team, he just looked at it from a distance, and he almost banged himself. Now, the tide of corpses is less than 200 meters behind him, which makes him not afraid of death.A delicate white hand gently stretched out from the elbow of Huang Quan, and then a warm arm around his arm, a delicate body with warm fragrance slowly leaned against him. Huang Quan didn't need to turn his head to know that the owner of this body was CHEN Ye, the future daughter-in-law of Huang family, who had been cold to him all the time.

In a flash faster than blinking an eye, Huang Quan's waist didn't hurt and his leg didn't cramp. He straightened up like a real soldier. He held his rifle tightly in his hands and looked ahead. His face flashed the unique fortitude of soldiers.

CHEN Ye's initiative made him shout in his heart: "Niang di er, Tieshu, it finally blooms. It's not easy for him."

Zhang Xiaoqiang paid close attention to these people's performance and did not say anything. He pointed to the obstacles piled up by abandoned cars over there and drank at the quadruple machine gun group: "blow up that pile of things for me."

The defense line of steel accumulation became the defense line of fire. The sound of oil tank explosion came one after another, and D3 was attracted to the fire, Looking for those damned bugs in the fire.

"Everyone, everyone, bring food and water, emergency supplies and ammunition, follow me, follow me

With Zhang Xiaoqiang's order, the team members rushed to the car and carried their own backpacks on them. Zhang Xiaoqiang also carried his own backpacks on his back. As soon as he turned his head, he saw that in the chaotic crowd, Xu Mengzhu stood there with his head buried and meow in his arms, indifferent to all the chaos around him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is so angry that she is ready to die before the last step? It's really a mistake to take her out. Without saying a word, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushes to the mother and son, grabs meow in his arms and holds him up with one hand. As soon as he bends over and carries Xu Mengzhu on his shoulder, he turns around and runs up the mountain.

Zhang Xiaoqiang runs in front with each other, while Yang Ke'er and Yuan Yi follow. Xu Mengzhu on his shoulder doesn't struggle, just like a piece of wood. Meow, who is hugged by Zhang Xiaoqiang on his chest, is very dissatisfied with running with him. His body is constantly twisting. Zhang Xiaoqiang is upset. The hand holding his buttock pinches his buttock and twists it. Meow is honest, Except for tears in two big eyes