A domestically produced motorcycle was built in the first floor compartment. The back door of the main building was opened. Under the cover of twenty rifles on the roof, the three sons brought the mineral explosives to the foot of the wall behind the building. .

"Boom············" A burst of dust and fog, countless broken bricks knocked on the iron door, "Dangdang" sounded, the door opened, two big men squatting two The door rushed to the collapsed wall, and the door was laid on the broken bricks. When they had just rushed into the building, a fiery red car rushed out of the door and pressed against the door panel that rushed to the ruins and rushed outside the wall.

It takes three hours from the base to the coal yard. One hour and a half after the person who reported the letter arrived at the base, Zhang Xiaoqiang took 160 combat squad members to a small mound two kilometers away from the coal yard.

On the other side of the coal yard, the sound of rifles and heavy machine guns came on and off. The corpse sea that spread like the ocean did not flow into the coal yard. Looking at the corpse of less than a kilometer in the coal yard, Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated.

The zombie sea is close to the coal yard for half an hour. Can you retreat dozens of S2s with hundreds of people in the coal yard in half an hour? The answer is impossible. Zhang Xiaoqiang knows that S2 is very powerful. Ordinary players have no power to fight back on S2. The coal yard is crowded with more than 100 large and small vehicles, resulting in complex terrain and narrow shooting, while S2 is a stick that likes to attack. Sap guy.

I thought of the 60 old players and the hundreds of new players behind me. In the complicated terrain formed by the intertwining of the coal yard vehicles, S2 was drilled from behind, overhead and legs to rush into their queue for slaughter. Zhang Xiaoqiang dismissed. This stupid absurd idea.

"Order, the 92-gun cannons shelled zombies two kilometers from the corpse, preventing them from approaching the coal yard."

After talking about Zhang Xiaoqiang, he said: "Zhang Huai'an!"

"Yes!" Zhang Huai'an, who didn't have a hippie smile on weekdays, stood up seriously. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes and had never been serious. This time, facing such a corpse, Zhang Huai'an broke out again. He can't wait to wait for his new assignment.

"You cover the infantry with 50 members, and then give you three machine guns and two mortar groups. You don't need to kill many zombies, but you must guarantee the safety of the two cannons. Remember, let The infantry guns are always two kilometers away from the corpse."

"Yes, even if I die, I won't lose any of the cannons." After Zhang Huai'an, he went to pick the team members and the infantry squad to set up the position.

Looking at the big card carrying the ammunition carrying the ammunition to the right side of the corpse sea, Zhang Huai'an took his temporary men and sat on the cross-country in front of the road, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned to look at He Wenbin in a military uniform.

Since the broken arm, He Wenbin, who was originally free and cheerful, has begun to change. He has become more calm, not as sharp as before, very restrained, not the old man’s former, but an unfathomable feeling. Dealing with the size of the base can do the dripping, and how easy Zhang Xiaoqiang can pass, and He Wenbin’s lining has 80% credit.

Except for the old people who were originally in the chicken farm, the people who joined in the back did not know the character of He Wenbin. In their eyes, this man’s face was gloomy, and the man who was doing things was second only to Zhang Xiaoqiang. He took the punishment and disposed of the mistake. People are not soft-hearted. Whether they are a strong man or a weak woman, he treats them equally.

There is no human feeling in his eyes, no extrajudicial feelings, even if the old man who is in the chicken farm made a mistake, he also punishes him. If Zhang Xiaoqiang does not have the habit of feeding people to zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who may not care much about things, is more harmonious than He Wenbin. .

Today’s He Wenbin is completely different from He Wenbin, who has been sullen and tidy all day long. The uniforms on his body are ironed neatly, and the arms on his waist are bright and shiny, hanging in the holster on the armed belt. The gun handle of the 92-type pistol was exposed to the outside and looked murderous.

A low-faced He Wenbin looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with red light. He was excited and excited about the coming killing. His natural nature is a restless guy. If it is not the old man’s dying advice, he will not come out from the road. After that, he was injured and thought that he still owed Zhang Xiaoqiang a life. He learned to use trivial chores in accordance with his nature.

Now, finally, on the day he returned to the battlefield, he looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and waited for his task.

"You carry the rest of the people to harass the zombies in the periphery, try to give them the biggest killing. Pay attention to keep in touch with Zhang Huai'an. The police intercom must be kept open. Don't be hit by your own shells...····· ········”

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped and thought about it and continued: "Don't think about slamming ~lightnovelpub.net~ You can't stand in the same place waiting for the zombies to rush, to move, try to keep distance from the zombies, and the other amount to help me fight for time. Can't be too risky, if we don't come out, don't stick."

After talking about Zhang Xiaoqiang, he looked at the zombie sea that slowly moved to the distance.

He Wenbin nodded and said yes, then he looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said: "I am going to go to the coal yard in person?"

After he finished watching Yang Keer, Shangguan Qiaoyun and Guo Fei standing next to Zhang Xiaoqiang, today's Yang Keer abandoned his beloved mace, and she replaced the large dogleg scimitar and compound used by Yuan Yi. Steel shield, steel shield is also covered with a black skin, this is the thick skin of the porcupine mouse, was simply fixed by Wang Le and then fixed on the shield with rivets.

Yang Kerer, who is holding a new weapon, is quite reluctant. Under the threat of Zhang Xiaoqiang, she gave up her own mace. She also knows that she hasn’t waited for her own stick to swing, things that are slippery like a mouse. I will run to the side and let myself see that I can’t get it.

Shangguan Qiaoyun spread her Lara-style hairpin behind her head, staying in front of Liu Hai, watching a mature natural charm, with messy hair on both sides of her cheeks, and a sweet and feminine smell on her cheeks. With the sniper step behind her, the M1911A1 at the waist, there is a combination of pure beauty and wildness.

As for Guo Fei? It’s still the anxious old man who wants to die. When he sees the corpse of countless zombies, his eyes begin to shine, and the long knife lying on the floor of the ground shakes up and down with him, and the tip of the knife is chiseled on the firm ground. Out of a small pit.

Looking at a few people around Zhang Xiaoqiang, He Wenbin couldn't believe it. The three sons with 20 members wearing a five-six-type submachine gun guarded four heavy machine guns or were surrounded by dozens of S2s. Zhang Xiaoqiang's confidence in them. ?