Apocalypse Cockroach

All the changes in the zombies also fell into Yellow Springs and Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, when they guessed the reason, the area behind is too narrow, on one side is the mountain, on the other side is the lake bank, the zombie dropping forces can not keep pace with the attack, they are waiting for the zombies in the back to gather, constantly using all the sources of the force to make the total attack.

“Fire...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said to Huang Quan that they could not wait. Try to disrupt the zombie's rhythm as much as possible and control all the advantages in their own hands.

Huang Quan gave the order, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the side of his familiar 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine gun, Yang Kel on the left, cat's eye on the right, and three logistics personnel behind each machine gun were ready to replace the barrel and ammunition at any time, put the gun butt on his shoulder, Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply breathed a breath of air with intense smoke and rotting breath. At the same time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heavy machine gun fired as the five artillery guns at the back, the first light chain flew out, already following Yang Kel's impatience, followed by cat's eye, and then fired simultaneously on the entire front.

“Boom... Boom...”

Five huge flames in a row blew in front of them, at least a thousand meters from the river, and the people on the wall couldn't see carefully. When they saw the five huge flashes of fire, they were re-emerged into the darkness. However, they were impressed by the huge group of fires. When they thought that it was their cannon, the cold in their hearts caused by the dead from afar turned back into fire.

Before the zombies 100 meters away, which had been broken apart by hundreds of fire tongues and the Z-shaped zombies were mobilizing their forces and dysfunctional, all the zombies from 100 meters away to 150 meters away flew to the sky, of which all the places cared for by 14.5 mm double-mounted anti-aircraft machine guns were a huge pit.

Subsequently, the 82-type mortars on the wall also started firing, with thirty consecutive bursts of sudden fire blowing up between 300 and 500 metres of the zombie sea, more zombies flying into the sky, an empty plot of land reappearing after the flash of the exploding fire group, and successive blows consuming at least tens of thousands of zombies in a short period of time. Now, the Z-type zombies in the mass are in a hurry, and the floating mass is once again heading forward.

More than a hundred heavy fires formed a scattered fire network 100 meters away. Almost half of the corpses were blocked by the fire network and torn to pieces. Others rushed over the fire network and climbed onto the body wall. At this time, the whole front was revived with bystanders of rifle fire. In the shooting, the corpses fell on the pile of corpses and became part of the mountain.

By that time, the two layers of firepower interception were better than the previous single layers of interception, the various bullets had just flown into the eyes of many people, and now, under the lights, the zombies had climbed the mountain to become the target of the rifle shooter, the accuracy had risen rapidly, and the ammunition consumption was falling.

The vast majority of zombies were shot through two layers of firepower grid, and a portion of the leaking fish were also shot in an open space between 30 meters and the river by leisure fighters. The 708 bodies stretched from the mountain to the river, and countless dark zombies were entwined in the river water. With the waves and fluctuations of the river water, they almost extended into the middle of the river. Unconsciously, the zombies filled the river water in half with corpses.

Suddenly, countless black dots flying out of the wall fell in the middle of the body in the river, countless waves of water exploded in the river, countless grenades blew up the zombie in the river, wave rolling room, countless dark bodies floating out of the river bank, downstream, all the way to the Great Lake, not surprisingly, fish and shrimp in the lake ate the zombie's body, the president would be more fat.

By the second half of the night, the gunshots on the walls had not stopped, and the hearts of the survivors of the gathering areas had not stopped. The carcasses had not stopped shocking this time. Waves and waves of waves had generally swept towards the gathering areas. A taller mound had been piled up 100 meters away. The front and rear mounds had accumulated simultaneously, roughly flat with the second wall. From time to time, the eight meters high mounds had been shot dead and rolled down the mounds, stacking countless bodies at a distance of 30 meters to the river, some of which were already three or four meters high, and not many had been killed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the zombie's impact shrinking sharply during the shooting. By then, his heavy machine gun had been replaced with no fewer than four or five barrels, and the brass shell at his feet had buried his calf.

Loosen the trigger, Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and drove away the dizziness in his brain, then he was also frightened by two giant mortal mountains, the shortest of the two mortal mountains is also six meters, the highest is even with the wall, the corpse at the foot of the mortal mountain is also stacked several meters high, many have already fallen into the middle of the river, the river water flow is a little slow, countless carcasses float in the middle of the river, it is fortunate that the river water is flowing, fortunately the carcasses that fall into the river are only a small part, otherwise the river water will probably be filled with carcasses.

During the day, there are at least 5,000 zombies in each of the six mountains with an aperture of up to 10 meters. Here, Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not to think about how many zombies were in the mountains that stretched for several kilometers. At least, there are 200,000, plus the mountains behind them, it is believed that the zombie's troop strength is almost at the bottom.

“Brother Cockroach, we are running out of heavy machine gun bullets...”

Zhang Huai 'an sweated, anxiously ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, said that, as logistics chief, his heart was hanging at this moment, it was only a small midnight shot, 300,000 rounds of 12.7 mm armour-piercing bomb were about to go to the bottom, there were no more than 400,000 rounds of ammunition in the camp, only on the island, but now there was no time for trans-shipment, the boat was sent to steal ammunition from the arsenal, because there were not many rifle rounds, mortar rounds were even more surprising, likewise, 120mm mortar rounds were also quite a few, only 76.2 mm high bombs, more than 2,000.

Front line fighting was urgent, the dead corpses piled up in the mountains, but the living corpses don't know how many more, now is the most critical moment, the corpses and they are in Pirelli, who can persist to the last moment who can win, the only difference is that the corpses fail and can come a second time, they fail, they can only retreat to Lake Heart Island through hidden bamboo rafts.

Upon hearing Zhang Huai 'an's report, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyebrows were twisted together, looking at the distance and constantly rushing up the dead mountain, and the mutilated corpse said: “How much remains..."

“Around 30,000 rounds, only 300 rounds per machine gun. Perhaps, in another 10 minutes, heavy machine guns will cease fire throughout the line... but there are still a lot of 14.5 caliber rounds left, at least 2,000 rounds per gun...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang heard this place and immediately yelled at the distant Yellow Springs:

“All 12.7 caliber heavy machine gun ceasefires… All 12.7 caliber heavy machine gun ceasefires…"

Heavy machine gun fire stopped continuously, with only five 14.5 mm double joints firing intermittently, and on the mountains 100 metres away, the pressure of the zombies plummeted and countless zombies crawled down on the piles.

The line of obstruction 100 meters away is virtual. There are suddenly more zombies on the mountain 30 meters away. Six thousand rifles are responding at the same time. Some of the effort was exerted. Seeing the zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was rushed and hot. Turning to the place where the ammunition accumulated, he saw countless wooden boxes open, and there was nothing empty in them. Instead, the place behind the wall where the mortar shells were stored piled up.

“Yellow Springs, can mortars hit the middle of two dead mountains? ”