Apocalypse Cockroach

Basically, all the weapons are here. Of course, Zhang Xiaoqiang put all the mines away this time. This thing will be the first line of defense to stop the zombies.

All the ammunition that could be removed from the ammunition depot, Zhang Xiaoqiang, had been removed. All the hundreds of buses repaired by Wang Le were full. Even so, nearly two thirds of the ammunition had no room to be loaded. A large proportion of them are shells of various calibres.

Looking at these shells, Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat confused. Many of them were 122mm shells. They did not have 122mm cannons. They became complete chicken ribs, unable to eat them, throwing them away is a shame.

“Wang Le…, you come here. ”

When Zhang Xiaoqiang saw these shells, he suddenly remembered that Iraqi roadside bombs used to be placed on television every day. It seemed that even American armoured vehicles could be destroyed. If they could do this, wouldn't it be easier to stop zombies along the way?

“Brother Cockroach, you asked for me... ”

Wang Le came sweating all over his head, wearing engine oil, unable to see the color of his clothes, a stamp on his face east and west together, staring stunnedly at Zhang Xiaoqiang, but still facing the pile of weapons waiting to be repaired, obviously Wang Le was ready to return to the work that seemed difficult to complete in the first place.

“Well, look in the crowd below. Anyone with experience in repairing cars, whether hands-on or knowledgeable, should let the skilled master carry them and fix one is one.

Also, there are hundreds of old freelancers in the back shed to see if they can be repaired or, if not, the tires can be repaired, pulled with rope and all ammunition removed as much as possible.

Weapons do not need to be fully repaired to see how they are being used, and if high intensity combat cannot be guaranteed, they should be dismantled as spare parts.

And those shells, as you can see, could you make me a roadside bomb? I don't need to be buried on the ground, just on both sides of the road, and I'm going to let the zombies walk and blow up all the way. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang finished the explanation, waiting for Wang Le's reply, how to know that Wang Le nodded, turned around and went to his previously busy weapon pile, while walking and drinking, obviously, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought the difficulty was nothing in Wang Le's eyes.

“This time, the formation of artillery is of paramount importance, four 85 guns, thirty-two 76-mm artillery guns. The required personnel will be fully equipped as soon as possible, and the artillery battalion will be formed so that Ding Jianwei can be captain and tell him that if he can't get me ready within three days, I will shoot him. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood at the door of the arsenal with Huang Quan. For the formation of the artillery battalion, Zhang Xiaoqiang considered it a top priority, not counting mortars and recoilless guns. The size of the large calibre artillery alone could reach thousands of people. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang had intentionally cultivated artillery, allowing the only 76 mm gun to rotate with 200 people, and also allowing 120 mortar squadrons to learn 76 mm artillery operation experience, the number was still insufficient.

However, the shortfall is not too serious, as 300 people could barely operate 36 artillery cannons, replenishing some highly educated civilians and bringing the number to 1,000. The quality of the shooting is almost guaranteed, and more is not enough, and scattered shelling is far from powerful.

“No problem, I'll do it right away, but, Brother Cockroach, our single weapon is heavily depleted. In case of repeated shootouts, I'm afraid our guns will be a big problem, with almost thousands of rounds of existing guns. No one can tell how long those barrels will last, and it can be fatal in the event of large-scale damage.

Also, anti-aircraft machine guns are the same problem. Most of the weapons here are not well maintained and oxidized. We only have 38 anti-aircraft machine guns left, of which only 13 are in good condition. I'm afraid the rest will not be able to hit many bullets, and the whole gun will be scrapped... ”

Huang Quan is reminding Zhang Xiaoqiang that heavy fire alone is not enough. Fighting the zombies on the first line is still an infantry. If the battle power on the first line is not enough, the continuous penetration of the zombies cannot be prevented. Even if the artillery is more powerful, hundreds of thousands and millions of zombies cannot be killed.

After hearing Huang Quan say this, Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that there was a big problem at this time. There were a lot of weapons in the arsenal, but most of them lacked maintenance, perhaps insufficient funds, or for other reasons. After the previous days of intense combat, the weapon damage rate reached 70 percent. Conversely, they had no major problem with the type 95 rifles they had previously obtained and the type 81 rifles found in the assembly area.

This is a tangled question. Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about it for half a day, or did not find a way to ask Huang Quan:

“What's your idea? Tell me. ”

Yellow Springs turned to point in the direction of the arsenal and said:

“There are also a number of Type 58 light machine guns and Type 54 heavy machine guns, the condition of which I have seen and which are still functional, especially Type 54 heavy machine guns, all of which were originally loaded in support of the Soviet Union during the Korean War, so long as they are equipped to the front line, they can greatly supplement our bottom line fire. ”

After being reminded by Huang Quan, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up. He remembered the hundreds of heavy machine guns and hundreds of light machine guns in the arsenal. After he had the anti-aircraft machine guns, they were less visible and can now be used.

“Very well, you have to get that machine gun down quickly, all the bullets are in place, all the troops are replenishing the ammunition, the number of soldiers on the front line has been expanded to 8,000, and the technical department is responsible for putting all the Land Cruisers on 54 heavy machine guns and forming a mobile resistance brigade… ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang decided that he could not wait for the zombie to come to the door, he had to take the initiative to find it, he could actually kill the zombie, destroy the road, make the resistance force a motorized force, relying on hundreds of heavy machine guns, even S2 zombies, could be shot to death.

“Report that my search for bird's nest found two broken eggs, please instruct... ”

Two search team members ran over and reported to Zhang Xiaoqiang that there were two other birds who died without a broken shell in their hands. The birds were all red, and most of their bodies were bare. There were only a few plumps on their necks, and the soft yellow bird's mouth draped with a hint of clear saliva. Look at the dead bird with her eyes closed and her head crooked. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly flashed a shadow.

“Did the Big Blackbird crush himself? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang secretly speculated that the big blackbird had not appeared before was incubating the egg, and the big bird had strangled his own child when he was injured and ran away. He measured and grabbed the young bird in the hand of the team member. Although it was a young bird, it was not small. One team member could only take the next one. If the bird had broken its shell, it would have weighed more than 10 pounds in the first birth.

Thinking of the great cry of the big blackbird flying into the nest, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed when he saw two dead birds:

“Unfortunately, if we get it, we can build an air cavalry. Forget it, don't let it get in the way here. Take it with you... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang told Huang Quan all the trivial things he could think of. Huang Quan was ordered to work on a lot of tasks imposed on Zhang Xiaoqiang because he was lazy, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was idle. In addition to Yang Kel and the rest of the convoy, Zhang Xiaoqiang was the only one who was idle.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was standing beside a pile of weapons and admiring them, was suddenly yelled at by a thrill. For a while, the busy crowd stood up together and looked at the place where the howling was coming from.

In the beginning, if the howl appeared hidden, the sound gradually became bright, but it was a sound coming from a mountain. When I saw the red brick white tile in the mountain, Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered the valley that Huangquan had said...