Chapter 607

The speed of the motorcade this time is no faster than before, and it has become cautious. On the off-road vehicle, the heavy machine gunners hold the trigger with both hands. As long as they have orders, they can fire the bullets at the first time.

In addition to the heavy machine gunners, in addition to the driver, other people are paying attention to the wind and grass around them, and the movement in the sky is the focus in their eyes.

This road has entered the warning area of mutant animals, where scattered zombies gather again. They hear the roar of cars in the motorcade and gather here one after another. The motorcade doesn't shoot. They don't care about these cannon fodder zombies. From time to time, zombies are hit by flying belts and rolled under the wheels.

The truck behind began to bump violently, and the people sitting inside were also bumped. The militiamen watched a zombie that had been pressed into flour cakes and twisted into hemp being thrown behind the truck. They had no pleasure in their hearts, only a strong desire to vomit.

"Take a look. It's not bad for you. Maybe you'll be dancing with those things later."

The militiamen began to look unnatural when they heard their leader's bad words. Suddenly, a round object flew in from outside the carriage and hit a militiamen in his arms. The man was all groaning and was lying on the floor with the object in his arms.

"Ah!"

After a scream, all the militiamen were screaming. The thing flying in was the head of a zombie. The black head sent out a strong odor. He was held in his arms by the militiamen who did not know the situation. When he saw his companions retreating to both sides, he felt something was wrong.

"Throw that thing out and save it for the night?"

Hearing the words of the militia leader, the man saw that he was holding the head of the zombie in his hand. The zombie was not dead yet, and a big mouth with sharp teeth was still open and closed. He did not throw it out at the first time, but looked at the head of the zombie stupidly, his eyes turned white and fainted.

A shadow rushed up and kicked between the man's hands. The head of the zombie was kicked out like a football. The flying head crashed into the rear mirror of the car, causing a burst of abuse from the driver behind.

It was the captain of the militia who kicked his head. He stood at the entrance of the rear carriage and scolded the driver behind him. At this time, the silly militia knew that the Zombie's head came from the front wheel of the taxi······

The team leader and the driver were cursing fiercely. Suddenly there was a loud gunshot in front of them. All the vehicles in the whole team stepped on the brakes at the same time, As soon as I heard about the car body, the team members jumped out of the car with the opposite driver.

"What are you doing in a hurry

The militia rookies who were left in the car just jumped out of the car and chased after their captain. In a moment, there was only one unfortunate guy who was stunned by the head of the zombie in the car.

The militiamen did not know what the situation was. They did not dare to look around. Their eyes were only the captain's buttocks twisted wildly because of his fast running. Behind them, the sound of heavy machine gun fire never stopped, and they did not know what happened.

No matter what happened, the militiamen didn't care. In their minds, they couldn't do anything that could not be done with machine guns. They couldn't do anything with knives and shields.

"Creak... Quack... Quack..."

Behind them came a strange loud noise, and then the ground trembled. Behind them was the motorcade, their means of transportation. At the same time, they turned to look behind them.

The sight made them lose their chin. They swore that they had never seen such a big bird in their life, including in science fiction movies.

A giant blackbird came to the stop of the motorcade. Its wings were like clouds, blocking out the sun. A bird claw made of fine steel had staggered scales, and there was a faint luster between the curved hooks. No one doubted the sharpness of the bird claw. The huge bird claw was caught in the front of a large truck. The windshield of the front of the truck was split in two parts, and the iron sheet of the roof was pulled apart, exposing the old man's stubble, The bird holds the front of the car and glides forward. The car body stands upright, and the tail of the car drags on the ground, making a long gully on the road. During the sliding, countless fireworks scatter around in the friction sound of the car body and the ground.

The rocks were falling, the car body was groaning, and the big bird was sliding to one side. The scream came. A man stuck to the iron plate in the rear compartment howled loudly. After fixing his eyes, he found that it was their companion who had been stunned by the Zombie's head before, and the car that was grabbed by the big bird was their previous car.

The militiamen didn't have time to be afraid. They just looked at the big bird and the cart, and didn't care much about the howling companions in the carriage. Everything in front of them broke their common sense, and they were shocked.

The big bird didn't fly far away holding the cart. Behind the big bird, countless glittering lights caught up with the big bird. The black feather was floating, like a black snowflake floating in the air. The big bird uttered a loud wail, threw away the front of the cart on its paws, flapped its wings, and rocked up.The big blackbird flew into the sky for thousands of meters and turned into small black spots. On the ground, the silly militia who had seen it before rolled on the ground in a series of screams. The strong wind made them unable to stand. One or two of them became ground rolling gourds.

"Boom..." the truck that was dragged by the big bird made a loud noise and turned into a fireball. In the black smoke, the big bird swooped down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the black sesame turned into a huge dark cloud, spread a shadow, and covered the front several off-road vehicles with flame and steel.

"Tata ·······" the three meter high flame shoots out from the slender gun tube of the paratrooper chariot, and the streamer forms a cover in front of the big bird. In a flash, the streamer comes to the big bird. The feathers of the big bird flying in the air suddenly explode, just like a hedgehog flying in the air, flapping the right wing, and the body of the big bird turns over in the air, The streamer flew past the bird's belly.

The big bird narrowly passed the stray bullet and continued to somersault. Before the net muzzle of the paratrooper chariot was adjusted, it flapped its wings and soared into the sky. Just after reaching the altitude of 3000 meters, the big bird did not turn back to the distance.

"Hoo... It's over. We've met the ripe bird."

Huang Quan gazed at the distant figure of the big blackbird and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

"It's really it. I know it. It's missing a leg. Damn it, let it run to wh, isn't it that the enemies don't get together?"

Lu Xiaobu took the words, secretly congratulated himself that the paratrooper chariot was no more than two thousand than Lu Dun, and the gun barrel elevation was too small. Otherwise, at that time, the bird would have been dead.

"Don't worry about it any more. It has been scared away. Let's clean up and move on. I hope there are not many casualties."

Huang Quan then turned to look at the burning flames behind the motorcade.

"Did anyone die? Did anyone die? I want you to get up if you're not dead. Don't pretend to be dead. "

The leader of the militiamen yelled at the groaning militiamen. He had seen the big blackbird before. He hid in the drainage ditch on the side of the road for the first time and didn't get up until it was over. Let alone being injured, he didn't even scratch the oil skin.

One by one, the militiamen slowly got up from the ground and looked at each other. They found that their companions were all covered with big bags, black and blue. They wanted to make fun of each other, but they also found that their cheeks were burning.

"Darling, what is that? Prehistoric monster? It's our ancestors' blessing that we can live. "

A militiamen covered his cheek and looked at the burning truck and sighed.

"Pa ········" a big bus slapped hard behind the militia's head.

"What prehistoric monsters, what ancestors bless, are all bullshit. That thing was fired by the mechanism. What's the matter with your ancestors?"

Hearing the leader's scolding, the militiamen did not dare to sigh any more. They picked up their weapons from the ground and walked to the motorcade, staring at the burning truck. They were still thankful that he was not the one who died. Halfway through, he saw a man lying beside the burning truck. Looking at his clothes, he seemed to be the one who had been stunned before.

"Team leader... Still angry" the