Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched Guo Fei split the head of the last zombie in half. All the zombies were resolved by Guo Fei. He walked into the most mysterious corner of the prison with the crowd. The buildings in the wall were simple. The three small bungalows were arranged in finished print. The two houses on the left and right had no windows. There was an old iron door painted with ink green on the thick black brick wall. The house in the middle was made of red bricks, a row of old wooden windows embedded on the wall, a thick layer of cement on the wall underneath the window, spotted white lime powder scattered over it, there was also a small post behind the house, a zombie with a rifle on his body swimming fast upstairs, and it smelled like the person below trying to find the way down, "Pfft... ·" After a gunshot, it dropped from it and fell to the ground, and a teammate walked up and pulled the rifle off it...

The iron door was sturdy, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't find the key, and they didn't find it in the barracks. In addition to the nine 81s that hung on the gun rack, only 30 magazines filled with eight-point bullets were found in a small safe. It appeared that the keys to the ammunition depot were no longer in the guard's hands. Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid to blow up the gate with gunpowder. He was afraid to send himself to the sky. Several members of the team saw Zhang Xiaoqiang staring at the iron door and looked at him and went up. Some people were digging up the cracks on the big black brick with a bayonet. Some people were clutching the door with iron sticks they found somewhere and others were smashing it with stones.

Third Son saw dozens of people and Tieman, spoke to Zhang Xiaoqiang, and took his elite subordinates to search the rest of the prison to see if he could find some other supplies...

Looking at the iron door that the people could not do anything to open, Zhang Xiao Lai was too lazy to wait for them to waste any more time. He pulled out the horn cone and walked forward. He figured it out. He did not have to hide it in front of his own hands. When the time came, he handled it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the man who built this iron door was a genius. He felt that this iron door was several times harder than D2's bone. Whether the iron door was a lock or a lock with three locking eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know which lock to drill. Why not, he didn't pull next to the drill, and a small piece of pieces was spinning out of the corner cone and dropped to the ground. "Zhang Xiaoqiang was also emptied by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to pull, didn't move, tried to push again, or didn't move. He caught fire and kicked one foot onto the iron door.“ Tong... "The iron door opened.

Black hole in the iron gate, can't see a thing from outside, Zhang Xiaoqiang punched forward with a flashlight with a cigarette boring head, rushed to half he was pulled, looked at the upper official Qiaoyun pulled himself, the upper official Qiaoyun did not speak, pointed to a billboard painted on the wall to show him, "Strictly no fireworks", these big words made Zhang Xiaoqiang sweat, he has seen many such billboards, he never took it seriously, but here is the armory, Zhang Xiaoqiang let all his men throw the cigarette butt and step on it before drilling into the inside.

The door is a slow slope that extends downward. Slow slope is smoothed by cement paving. Down below, Zhang Xiaoqiang and everyone's flashlight swept. He stood outside looking at the armoury. He thought it was a small armoury. He probably couldn't hold much ammunition, but down inside, people discovered that it was wrong, wrong. The bungalow above was just a front. The space below was more than above I don't know how many times bigger I saw it, the ground close to the gate was very clean, two rows of gun racks neatly arranged with an 81-style rifle, in addition to the gun rack there was also a black vintage glass display cabinet, there were a dozen 92-style pistols lying in it, there were not many rifles, it didn't look like 200, it looked pretty well maintained, there was also an iron plate welded workbench on the side, a few Rifles that were dismantled into parts lay quietly on top of each other, and there were a lot of tools and gun oil on the table. Zhang Xiaoqiang made a gesture and everyone went up and removed the rifles from the gun rack.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat disappointed. This is an arms depot, the other is an ammunition depot. Looking at less than 200 guns, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that the ammunition depot would not have too many bullets. It was amazing 100,000 capsules. It seems that this harvest can only be described in a bleak way. He turned around and walked outside. Before walking, the flashlight inspected the depot.

At the deepest part of the warehouse, there seemed to be a lot of wooden boxes and something covered by something that caught Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention. He walked inside with his flashlight, the more dust he walked inside, the more dust he could get on the ground. Slowly, the dust on the ground printed his soles. A long wooden crate neatly placed against the corner of the wall, a black vintage felt cloth was uneven, pulled open an oil felt cloth, avoided the dust raised, put two small wheels together, the heavy machine guns embedded in the armoured plate came out of the eye, looked at some places that had started rusting heavy machine guns, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt familiar, seemed to have seen its figure in the previous old movie "Upper Ganling".

Type 53 heavy machine gun, formerly heavily equipped by Soviet infantry in World War II to support heavy fire, was purchased on a large scale from the Soviet Union during the Korean War and later sold to the drawing itself for imitation. It was eventually named Type 53 heavy machine gun. Its caliber was 7.62 mm, its initial speed was 865 m seconds, and it fired 7.62 mm heavy machine gun bullets. The type 85 sniper rifle found by Zhang Xiaoqiang used its bullets.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's heavy machine gun in front of him was a little backwards, he didn't expect to find these antiques here, and the antiques looked better maintained than the heavy machine gun hidden by the National Army he had found. Another piece of tarp was lifted. Zhang Xiaoqiang was thunder next time, and watching this big guy Zhang Xiaoqiang cried.

The same two large steel wheels, the same bulletproof deck, just don't know how many times bigger the wheels of a Type 53 heavy machine gun are. The armoured plate industry did not know how thick it was. Looking at the short, thick and thick cannon tube, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his eggs hurt. He saw the legendary cannon.

Infantry cannon 92 is a very good weapon in the WWII Locust Army weaponry called "one inch short, one inch dangerous”. It was an “ideal” infantry battalion support weapon in the 1940s. This is particularly true for countries with very low levels of mechanization. In addition, it is ideal for use on complex terrain. For example, infantry battalion support in mountain warfare is well received. Moreover, it has a broad mandate to cover almost all types of firepower support required by infantry battalions. Combined with a simple structure, it is not only convenient for wartime production, but also, accordingly, easy to use and maintain.

Type 92 infantry cannon, caliber: 70 mm, full weight of cannon: 0.212 tons, type of ammunition: 70 mm high explosive grenade smokescreen, maximum range: 2788 m, minimum range: 100 m, most importantly easy to move, several people can pull away, this type of cannon is also the main support artillery for infantry in the Korean War.

Looking at dusty infantry cannons, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at other tarpaulins, Type 54 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun, the prototype was improved in 1938 by the famous Soviet gun designer Sparkin based on the Deshka 193812.7mm large-calibre machine gun designed by Jaeggeryov, and played a huge role in the Korean War. The Type 54 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun was not only equipped for use by our Army infantry, but also installed on tanks such as Type 59 and 69. Zhang Xiaoqiang just didn't expect to see these former major equipment used by the Army in this prison's small armory. Although some of these weapons were older than his father's and looked poorly maintained, as long as there were ammunition shells in stock in another ammunition depot, Zhang Xiaoqiang was confident to rejuvenate them and sound as usual.

As all the felt cloth was lifted, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in the middle of a pile of infantry support fire, he saw Maxine water-cooled heavy machine gun, saw WWII Locust Army Type 92 heavy machine gun, saw the American military wind-cooled heavy machine gun he was using, and some big guys he had never seen before.

Touch the thick dust on the crate, a yellow seal appeared on the crate, "XX County People's Armed Forces, seal, XX year, XX month XX day", as the flashlight beam moved down, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the white chalk on the crate, "Destruction".