Apocalypse Cockroach

The eight-step gun's continuous hits slowly weakened until it stopped completely, and now only the crisp Garand rifle is still ringing.

A lot of live rats jumped into the wall from the sniper of the rifle, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the big rats crawling around the ground, about to pull out the horn cone to kill those big rats, it doesn't matter anymore, can kill a few...

One... two... three... three lucky rats jumped to the ground and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was busy in front of the iron gate, rush towards him in an instant. Just starting out, a long-handled straight knife with cold light sliced through them with a solid black surface. As the long knife retracted, both big rats turned into two-footed rats, the other leaned over and was waiting to be pounded, "Brush..." The long knife was chopped from the air, the rat was evenly chopped into two fans, his hands holding the knife handle slightly mentioned, and the long knife that split the rat embedded in the ground was retracted.

When Guo Fei arrived, he stood at the base of the wall of the murderer's body. The dead rats at the base of the wall had been piled into a small bag with rice height. Some of the mice who had been beaten half to death still earned their lives. Guo Fei's guard was very stable under the wall. No matter how many big rats came down, he was turned into a dead rat by his knife. But the time was not long. As Guo Fei's long knife quickly waved, his strength was slowly consuming, and the number of rats dropped was increasing. The Garand rifle could only accommodate eight bullets. As the riflers loaded the bullets, the sudden increase in the number of big rats made Guo Fei's knife impossible to catch up with, he had to swing the long knife more quickly. As he moved faster, his strength gradually became a little more unable to keep up.

Eventually, the three mice crossed him and pounced at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who stood in front of the iron gate. "Pfft..." Three gunshots were fired. Shangguan Qiaoyun took her M1911A1 and slowly walked to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side to guard him. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not see Guan Qiaoyun. He was in a hurry. The combatants had only 100 bullets on them. It should be time to see the bottom. Instead of a few scattered ones, they burst into the sky.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced to stir the keyhole, the unstoppable gunshot finally faded, the mouse on the wall from a few dozen scattered to jump like a rain point, the pistol in Shangguan Qiaoyun's hand kept sending the bullet into the body of the pounding rat, “Ca..." 7 bullets in her M1911A1 pistol had been ejected.

Zhang Xiaoqiang loosened the holster between his waist, but Shangguan Qiaoyun pulled out his Desert Eagle. “Touch..." A big rat that had jumped in the air was hit by a large caliber bullet into a plasma drop four times. Qiaoyun, an upper official with a gun with both hands, was stabilised by a powerful backseat rebound. He smashed his back into Zhang Xiaoqiang's working iron gate.

Perhaps the iron gate has reached the final threshold to be opened, “Tong..." The iron gate burst inside, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Shangguan Qiaoyun also rolled in with the big iron door that suddenly opened.

Behind the door, like an armory, was also a slope. Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his hands down to try to grab something to fix his body. But the concrete floor was too smooth. His upper hand held only a soft body. That was the body of the upper official Qiaoyun. He held the upper official Qiaoyun tightly and kept rolling down until his head hit a large crate.

Around a dark area, Zhang Xiaoqiang dizzily lifted up the upper official Qiaoyun on the ground. He looked at the front door like a halfway through the light, touched the big wooden box behind him, quickly loosened the upper official Qiaoyun tired of his arms, and panicked to find the flashlight from the satchel to turn on the power switch.

The bright light column tears the deep darkness around him, countless large crates stand beside him, Zhang Xiaoqiang ignores the large crate beside him, his eyes look at the corner of the door slope with the flashlight.

When the flashlight column in his hand was lit on a row of wooden shelves, the row of iron leather ammunition boxes painted green, a muffled noise came from the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know what was happening outside, he accidentally held the official Qiaoyun smooth · Running towards the ammunition box over there, just ran to the ammunition box, the light of the gate felt dark.

A man came to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side with the light behind him, but it was Wang Zhang Xiaoqiang with a sweaty head. Zhang Xiaoqiang swept it with a flashlight before he could see it was Wang Zhang.

“What exploded?” Zhang Xiaoqiang was not aware of the current situation outside and asked. He knew that when he and Shangguan Qiaoyun fell in, the situation was already like a dangerous egg. When he saw the rat surge, he was about to pour in.

After two deep breaths, the sweaty king sat down and said: "Uh... it was the last time Brother Cockroach gave me a grenade. I looked wrong and learned to throw it out. Now those things are temporarily blocked. Captain Sanzi took the rest of the men with him. I came in to see if there was anything I could do. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered, the last time he threw himself out in the cave the scary grenade was picked up by Wang. He wanted to give it back to himself. He didn't want to give it to him at that time. I didn't think of the most critical juncture. This hand grenade, forgotten by Zhang Xiaoqiang, played an unimaginable role. It can be said that without this hand grenade, Zhang Xiaoqiang was absolutely extinct.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wang Qiaoyun returned to the post building with two boxes of ammunition each. One loaded magazine was distributed to the team members. An eighty-one rifle replaced the Garand rifle. When the firepower of more than forty rifles sealed off the wall, no big rat could jump into the wall. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the front had stabilized and went downstairs to check the ammunition depot stock.

Guo Fei sat on the floor downstairs, holding a piece of mouse skin that he had stripped off and slowly wiping a straight knife. He wiped very carefully and his face was very focused. He wiped too focused and ignored even the wound on his face torn apart by mouse claws.

His face was pulled from the right corner of his right eye by a mouse claw until the nose beam stopped. In the middle of the open skin, a blood stain continued to flow along his cheek, a drop of blood dripped onto a straight knife in his hand, a little blood petal dripped onto the glossy knife surface, and then slowly wiped off by the mouse skin in his hand.

He saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's big feet standing in front of him, looked up and wiped his head down slowly, as if he could no longer feel his presence, except for the straight knife in his hand, which was nothing.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in the ammunition warehouse full of wooden boxes. Wang Zheng kept moving a box of Eighty-one rifle ammunition outside. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have to worry about the gathering of mice for now. As long as the bullets could be supplied, they would not be in any danger.

A large wooden box was opened by Zhang Xiaoqiang, a piece of ammunition tightly wrapped in oil paper was placed in the wooden box, and a piece was pulled out and scattered. The oily brass shell was hidden under the light of a flashlight. As the bullet packets in each wooden box were opened by Zhang Xiaoqiang, a grain pointed bullet flashed under the light of a flashlight.

Zhang Xiaoqiang discovered that most of the bullets here are the same size, all 7.62 mm, the same diameter, the only difference is the length of the bullet, the longest is the bullet of the heavy machine gun, the medium is the light machine gun bullet, the rifle bullet, the shortest is the pistol bullet, as for the other sizes...