(This is the fifth and the last one today. I am striving to keep the five more tomorrow. Yesterday, in order to catch up with the manuscript, I will only sleep at five o'clock this morning. Please give some support.)

One person cleaned up, one person took it and threw it away. The two men cooperated with each other. No one spoke. They silently cleaned the ruins of the wall. I don’t know when Yang Keer also joined in. Her speed is two. Several times, she did not say anything, did not ask why.

In her impression, Zhang Xiaoqiang has always been swindling and slipping. As long as he is physically active, he can hide and hide. Now Zhang Xiaoqiang is so active in doing so. She does not need Zhang Xiaoqiang’s reason. She only needs to follow Zhang Xiaoqiang. Just work???????

As the piece of debris was cleared, the deeply hidden tunnel was exposed. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled a mouse body that was only pressed into a patties and expected to find something on Wang Chong, even if it was a piece of cloth. Yeah, as he slowly looks for it, the disappointment is getting bigger and bigger.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was unable to do it on the ground full of meat sauce and shredded fur. No, nothing left. Wang Chong is a real broken bone. The 70mm high-explosive bomb exploded in his arms, and Wang Cong’s evidence of existence in this world was wiped out. After a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up in disappointment and walked inside.

The abnormal noise under the feet of “吱吱?????” caused Zhang Xiaoqiang’s attention. He removed the big foot, and the half-cut leg of a pair of glasses appeared in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and only half of the glasses were attached to one of the glasses. Short and short linen, he bent down and smashed up. The upper edge of the black plastic glasses was rolled up by the high temperature, and there were stains on the hemp rope.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took out Jingweijian and cut off his clothes. Carefully put the broken leg in his clothes and put it in his pocket. He looked back at the deep tunnel and turned and walked out.

Just out of the wall, more than a dozen large trucks steadily parked in the open space in front of the iron gate. The three sons brought a large wooden box containing only five-three-type rifles and light machine guns into the car, a small crane handle. A box of boxes was hoisted to the carriage of a large truck.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the group of people who were roasting the mice. He found that Wang Le’s one hand made several large barbecue racks with tools and materials. The top was covered with big mice that had been removed from the head and tail. These mice were really personal. I can't recognize it, it looks like a roast rabbit.

Suddenly, several people who were dying of the mouse were crying. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked quickly to the side of several people. The place where the few people stood was the main impact point of the 92-inch infantry gun that Zhang Xiaoqiang fired.

The dead mice here are much better than the walls. It is just a pile of mountains. Countless dead mice are entangled in death. The scalp is numb, and the original black land on the ground has been soaked by the blood of mice. It becomes dark red mud.

This person is a member of the newly recruited combat team. They uniformed the US military uniforms of World War II. The old-fashioned leather shoes on the feet, the dark yellow military shoes were dyed red, and the original clean and fresh military uniform was bloodied by the mouse. Spotted red, each person has a rebar in his hand to rummage in the mouse body, the rebar in one's hand is obviously shorter than others.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped on the crippled body of countless mice and walked over to the **** mud and walked over to them, looking at the things that caused them to scream. This is a huge pile of mouse corpses. The dead mice are layered one on top of the other. Open the gap.

A huge claw emerged from the inside, and there were four claws on the blade. It showed a transparent yellow with no luster on it. It was only strange that the dead mouse on its side was bloody, but it was not. Dip a bit of mouse blood and it looks very clean.

The claws are like the claws of a mouse. The lengths of the four claws are different. The longest length is nearly ten feet. The shortest is less than ten centimeters. The claws are connected by a dark joint. The bones and the players take it. The rebar in the hand is almost the same thickness, and the bamboo is like a section of the knot. The distance between the knots is very short, about one centimeter. Zhang Xiaoqiang stares at the weird bone knot, and feels that it is late with the painting in The Sui and Tang Dynasties. The male and female iron whip in the hands of Christ is very similar.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a piece of rebar with a length of about seven or eight centimeters lying under the big claw. The rebar was cut horizontally. The silver of the fracture shimmered in the sunlight. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the truncated rebar. Believe.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not speak. He took a rebar from the side of the team and touched the big claw. At the moment when the steel hit the claw edge, the rebar was broken like a tofu by a knife. Zhang Xiaoqiang of steel feels like the one bamboo pole is drawn in the water. After a little stagnation, the bamboo poles feel light after they emerge.

Look at the unpretentious claws, and then look at the dark and heavy rebar in the hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang said nothing, and the commanding team opened the pile of rat bodies. As the stacked mice were pushed aside, a huge body was exposed. Come out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at this super-large mouse that was half a meter high and three meters long. Some of them were stupid. Not only was he stupid, but the players around him were also stupid. A young and old player said with amazement: "Hey, Isn't this the mouse in the Journey to the West?"

Whether it is a mutant rat or really become a fine, now it is just a dead mouse, this dead mouse is black and black, the black coat is shining in the sun, although it is dead, but its fur is not A little stained with blood and dirt, watching it's smooth and smooth fur Zhang Xiaoqiang heart ~lightnovelpub.net~ Qingshui poured out from Zhang Xiaoqiang's yellow-green old military kettle, a clear stream of water spilled from the air to the mouse's fur On the water, the water slowly and slowly descends along the black hair. When the last drop of water drops from the tip of the hair, the dark fur is fluffy and smooth as before.

Zhang Xiaoqiang constantly circled around the dead mouse. The body of the mouse looked very complete and there was no wound on it. Zhang Xiaoqiang found it several times and found no fatal wounds. Not to mention a fatal wound, even a small wound. I found and watched the dead giant mouse. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the desert eagle and pointed the trigger on the forehead of the giant rat.·······

Looking at the hairs that were knocked out by the bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang only felt a chill from the scalp to the soles of the feet. The desert eagle could even shoot the skin of D2, but now it can only kill a few hairs of dead mice. ?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that the big porcupine seemed to have received a naming and unified action of one thing yesterday. One of them even dared not to tamper with the pain of the bullet. After that, the rat with a strong offensive suddenly burst into the nest, and there was no point. The ominous escape is the rat king in front of you?

I saw that the large-caliber pistol also shot the fur, and when I saw the thick-cut thread of the cut egg, such as the cutting edge of the tofu, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to think. It was what the guy would be in the battle yesterday, and the wall would be thicker. It can't stop its claws, the outer wall is broken by it, and then it is taking the lead in charge. Yesterday, it may have been destroyed many times on its own side.

The more I felt that this guy was horrible, the more Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to know its cause of death. Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally found a little embarrassment. There was a trace of black blood on the side of the giant mouse Bai Sensen’s teeth, because the blood was already black, Zhang Xiaoqiang Mix the blood with the coat of the corners of its mouth.