Apocalypse Cockroach

Looking at the giant porcupine in the distance, Zhang Xiaoqiang held the telescope's hands slightly trembling, all the backup plans had been shattered, and the big rat had these remote monsters that could suppress the fire while rushing to death.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's fighters have already left the battle sequence with six casualties. This is the first round and round. Looking at the dense stab on the monsters, Zhang Xiaoqiang would never think this was their last time.

Taking into account the three elite assailants who died outside the fence, Zhang Xiaoqiang has brought out nine players who cannot fight with guns. Today, he brings out a total of 50 people. Only Zhang Huai 'an at the base carries more than 10 people at the defensive base. In other words, Zhang Xiaoqiang brings out 80 percent of the base's troops. So far, he has lost 10 percent of his personnel and 10 percent of his injuries cannot continue to fight.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is going to carry the remaining 40 people. He is going to hold the wall steadily in a remote attack with a melee attack. It is not enough to hold the wall alone. He is also going to traumatize or even destroy countless large rats. Only then can he get the weapons and ammunition back in the arsenal. The situation is not good. Zhang Xiaoqiang is likely to bring 80% of the battle team from the base here today.

The porcupines moving this way slowly seemed to be instructed by something, stopping together and leaning down slowly, watching those things move weirdly, Zhang Xiaoqiang lowered his telescope and turned his head and shouted, “Cover-up?????????????????? ”

When he finished shouting, he turned around and hid his body behind a thick concrete wall. The rest of the team heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's shouting and left empty ammunition boxes running in to hide his body. Sanzi ran in with Eighty-one hands-up automatically leaning against Zhang Xiaoqiang's side. From time to time, he reached out and pulled the trigger.

“Brush???” The familiar voice rang again, Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed Sanzi's collar and dragged him in. Sanzi was rolled down into the blood pocket by the huge force in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand.

“Tink????” Numerous thrusts knock outside the wall, and some scattered thrusts continue to shoot into the house through open doors, where just now the trion probe has been covered with countless thrusts.

Sanko looked at the spot where he had just probed and shot. He had to strike a chill. Almost became the sixth deceased team member today. He thought Zhang Xiaoqiang looked excited and grateful.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have time to see his eyes. He copied an eighty-one rifle that was leaning against the corner of the wall and jumped out, shooting at the large porcupines who slowly stretched their bodies.

The rifle beat sharply on its shoulder, the butt trembled violently on its right cheek, the gun mouth kept spraying a blue-red flame outward, a dragging warhead hit the huge live target parked there in the blink of an eye, the monster's most bullet shook continuously, the dense long puncture fell from it to display a circle at its feet.

A magazine 30 fired bullets was emptied by Zhang Xiaoqiang, but the monster also stopped shaking as the gunshot stopped, it gently swayed the body, and the piecemeal breaking of the body fell to the ground as its body swayed, then it was instructed by something, no longer shaking itself, but slowly bowed down again with other monsters???

“Hidden????????” Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted and jumped in again. The other team members also lightly stopped shooting and took refuge. Three or four seconds later, those dense stabs arrived on schedule again.

When some "dings” on the wall stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang copied a magazine full of bullets on one side of the ammunition box and quickly replaced it, leading everyone out to continue shooting. The team members aimed at the wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang aimed at the monster who had just been emptied of a magazine by him.

Another magazine shot empty, Zhang Xiaoqiang helplessly found that the monster had no movement on the 7.62mm ammunition of the Ids_pjsb001 rifle. There was no harm done to it except the countless long stings shot on it, giving him the feeling that he was tickling it with the Ids_pjsb001 rifle.

The frequencies of the monsters firing punctures are not very fast. Zhang Xiaoqiang estimated in his mind, about a minute and a half to two minutes, and they tend to fall down when firing punctures again, as long as someone warns that there will be no loss to personnel when evading in a timely manner.

But these monsters don't care about people who can't shoot, they just keep leaning over and firing, like saying to Zhang Xiaoqiang, I can't shoot you, but I can disgust you.

The suppression shooting of these monsters is not entirely useless. At least the crew has to avoid long spikes and reduce the frequency of rifle firing. Without the continuous suppression of the automatic firepower of the Ids_pjsb001, the formation of Mouse Mountain has begun to accelerate. Although the bullet is re-suppressed every minute or so, the rate of formation of Mouse Mountain has been able to depress the frequency of bullet firing since it was level.

Now it's afternoon, Zhang Xiaoqiang constantly shoots with the crowd, he doesn't know how many damn rats are out there, he's starting to rush, he doesn't know what other things besides remotely suppressed monsters will suddenly hit his side again suddenly.

He removed an empty magazine to touch the bullet again, but found it empty. The magazine that had been loaded on the foot magazine had been emptied by Zhang Xiaoqiang. On the side of the magazine was an empty magazine that Xiaoqiang had dropped at will. The empty magazine had been piled into a hill on countless brass shells.

He grabbed a magazine and quickly put a bullet on it, and his eyes kept measuring all the directions around him to find a way. If he could defeat it, it would be best to find a way to break through.

Suddenly he swept the corner of his eyes to the ground downstairs of a Type 53 7.62mm heavy machine gun, the thick baffle plate on it made him move, now the most important thing is that there was no constant fire to suppress the mouse, and this was caused by the remote suppression of the rat, if the Type 53 heavy machine gun was moved onto the platform, then blocked both sides with ammunition boxes, and blocked the top of his head with a shield, not a sealed machine gun fortress?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the heavy machine gun with rust in front of him at the work bench of the armory. He didn't know if he could restore it after removing it. Step back, even if he broke it up, he could reassemble it. But what if he came out with a few more parts? In this regard, Zhang Xiaoqiang is very knowledgeable, and the toy will be removed in an hour. A little bigger in the head, as if nothing could function properly just through his hands?

This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's third type 53 heavy machine gun, he realized that the doctor was in the mood for surgery. In this deep underground armory, Wang Zhong and Shangguan Qiaoyun and two lightly injured persons each held two flashlights to illuminate him.

In the light of his eye-shaking flashlight, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the parts of the machine gun in his hand and sweated. He wiped all the parts with gun oil again and carefully cleaned the barrel. The parts were still those parts, but Zhang Xiaoqiang simply couldn't fit them. He deeply regretted not bringing Wang Le out. With him, these annoying things would have sounded long ago?