Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the big bullet in his palm and was somewhat shocked. This thing hit a person, could that person get an entire corpse?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm is not small, his hand can cover Officer Qiaoyun's hand tightly, but now he has a bullet almost longer than his palm length, rough as cigar smoke.

Type 54 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at a rough and scary bullet, he didn't know what effect this thing should have on people, but he knew that this kind of bullet should be able to shoot through the skin of D2, saw the bullet in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang little excited, he found type 54 anti-aircraft machine gun in the armory, although the machine gun was poorly maintained, some rust, but Zhang Xiaoqiang had Wang Le, Wang Le best at mechanical repair, now he can fix precision machinery, these decades ago the old guy still got caught?

Keep moving forward Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw a lot of M1919A6 air-cooled heavy machine gun ammunition, which is exactly what he equipped the machine gun group with. This type of machine gun ammunition does not look like a lot, but compared to other piles of ammunition, Zhang Xiaoqiang estimated slightly, even if there were hundreds of thousands of rounds here, there were still some wooden boxes that had not been opened, and together they might even reach a million rounds.

In addition to the bullet from the M1919A6 heavy machine gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw 7.7 mm bullet from the Type 92 heavy machine gun. However, this bullet is very small. It does not appear to have tens of thousands of rounds. When Zhang Xiaoqiang opened a wooden box again, he saw the bullet inside, he was really scared, and the bullet inside was tightly sealed with cowhide paper.

Spread out and found two colors painted on the tip of the bullet inside, one painted red circle, one painted yellow circle, 14.5 mm bullet, approaching 16 cm in length, feels like a small half a kilo in the hand, only the bullet in front has around 7 cm.

Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered a TV show he had seen, "Our Team Leader". There was a Japanese anti-war gun in it. The anti-war gun shell seemed much bigger than the guy in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the still bright white copper bullet warhead and couldn't think of any big guy in the arsenal who could shoot this thing out? Infantry cannon 92? It's not the right size, is it?

When Zhang Xiaoqiang walked inside, he saw the 70mm high explosive bomb of the Type 92 infantry gun...

When Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the ground, noon had passed. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang's team members brought their own three days of dry food. This was Zhang Xiaoqiang's mandatory rule and his summary of his previous adventure. In the end of life, uncertainty was too much. A little more preparation might lead to one more hope of life. The gunfire above had not stopped. Teammates had to take turns to grab their lunch.

The men on top were shooting in two groups, and Sanzi found that only half of the men were shooting in two shipments of rotation to control the rats on the fence, while the other half of the team rested and loaded the empty magazines.

Since the emergence of the rats, all the players have been fighting with high intensity, whether it was the M1 Garand rifle previously used or the Eighty-one automatic rifle now used, and many people can't even lift their arms when they take a break.

The front was stable, and Sanzi also had time to explain to Zhang Xiaoqiang the causes of the rat tide formation.

At the meeting the night before yesterday, Zhang Huai 'an's concern about the food at the base made Sanzi concerned. In particular, Zhang Huai 'an wanted Sanzi to stop accepting and searching for survivors. This upset Sanzi. Sanzi had always wanted to turn the battle team into a battle team, and he could be a battle leader himself. If it was possible to become a battle group, he would be the leader. At that time, besides Zhang Xiaoqiang, He Wenbin, his third son would have the loudest speech.

For the two people in front of him, he had no idea. He was Zhang Xiaoqiang who dragged Ho Wen Binchang into the mass of thousands of corpses to rob him. He didn't say anything but kept it in mind forever, but he didn't care about others.

Now honest man in charge of construction, his men have hundreds of people, Lu Renyi will not say, in the eyes of Sanzi he is a soy saucer, and Zhang Huai 'an an outsider actually wants him to stop accepting survivors, no one, there is no source of troops, no source of troops, when was his battle regiment built?

If you can't be a captain, then why don't you just hold your head down? Maybe even Zhang Huaian will have to climb to his head?

For this reason, Sanzi is concerned about food. He is not a bookkeeper. He does not know how long the base's food can be stored. He only knows that hundreds of people eat more food a day than he eats a year. The food eaten a year already seems to be a big number. This prison is already locked up in thousands of people, and there is not a small amount of food they eat every day. This is also a prison. It is impossible for large vehicles to come and go from time to time. Therefore, in order to maintain the normal consumption of the prison, there should be a storage warehouse for food in the prison. Sanzi told Zhang Xiaoqiang to go out and find supplies. In fact, he went to find a food warehouse.

The search for the granary went smoothly, and some scattered human bones did not even see a corpse on the road. At first, people were cautiously guarding themselves until they waited for the granary to relax. The granary was large and there was a large iron lock on the gate.

Together, they opened the grain bank and saw a giant rat nest along the outside light. All the grain packages were bitten into pieces, all kinds of scattered mildew grain, filled every corner of the ground with rat shit mixed together, a rat bigger than an adult fist moved in the grain stack, and the door opened to shock the rats, and then all the rats screamed "squeak” together. Sanko was surprised that the rats were not afraid of people. A dozen of them were the size of a cat, and the hairy, dark red rats rushed straight from inside.

Ten Type 95 assault rifles fired at the rats. The rats bled all the way down. The scattered projectiles killed a number of fist-sized rats that had accumulated on the ground. Now, all the rats counted before the end of their lives, and here they can only be called rat bastards, screaming this way to the depths of the warehouse.

Seeing all these rats go away, and the third son doesn't care, he weighs a little bit, sees that there is really no oil and water to take people away, and not long after they leave, they all hear a strange sound, like the sound of countless leaves falling on the ground and slowly being swept by the wind, and then slowly turning into a "buzzing” sound from a distance away, they stand together and slowly guard around, they don't know where the danger comes from.