Wasteland Code Survival

While Qi Lin sneaked into the Lair of Bishop Saman, at a small stronghold of the Mutual Aid Association in the outer suburbs of the City of Steel, a team of Templars was caught in a bitter battle.

"Knight Commander, there are a large number of zombies coming from the north and south. Our ammunition is almost running out!" A Templar shouted loudly, and quickly grabbed the bullets piled up at his feet with both hands. Among those empty magazines.

"Save ammunition! Bring the zombies closer and hit them, aim at the head, and try to get one shot at a time!"

Fog Eye occupies the highest point of the stronghold, holding his symbolic "Mosin Nagan" in his hand. Whenever the clear gunfire sounds on the battlefield, a powerful zombie will fall down.

The small base of this mutual aid association is more than two hundred kilometers away from the city of steel, in the old days of Jinhua City, Zhejiang Province.

This stronghold was transformed from a toll gate on a highway. It was the outermost gateway of the Mutual Aid Association for players who were "missionaries" to leave the City of Steel, and it was escorted by Fog Eye and his Templars. The missionary is not once or twice, but who knows, this time, only a small toll station with less than a hundred people stationed, actually attracted all the zombies in the surrounding villages and towns!

This is also a new phenomenon after the difficulty of the game world has been raised to level 2. Although the perception ability of ordinary zombies is low, they have evolved a peculiar ability. They can locate humans within a certain distance nearby, thus slowing down. Gathering slowly, Foggy Eyes and the others were negligent and didn't set up a sentry a little far away from the toll station, and they were surrounded by these small toll stations by the sudden emergence of zombies.

"What's the matter, why can't the fight be finished? More and more...Are we abandoned by the Lord God!"

"I haven't eaten Jinhua's ham... but now we are going to be eaten by Jinhua's zombies as ham..."

The only heavy fire weapon in the toll booth is a Type 85 heavy machine gun welded to the pickup. The machine gunner’s sturdy arms burst out with blue veins, his fingers are tightly clasped on the trigger, and the thick muzzle keeps spitting out flames. , One after another, the 12.7mm large-caliber bullets that were continuously connected tore horribly and ugly zombies to pieces.

"Barrel! Spare barrel!"

The box of ammunition hadn't been finished yet, and the barrel of the barrel had already started to redden. The machine gunner hurriedly yelled at the Templar who was in charge of replacing the ammunition.

"Spare barrel, spare barrel...Ah!...Brother Guan, the barrels are all used up, and the one just replaced hasn't cooled down yet!" The Templar reached out to touch the one lying on the side. The other barrel, however, just touched the barrel with his finger, he shrank back like an electric shock, and a red and swollen blister immediately appeared on his finger.

In the early years, heavy machine guns used water-cooled systems, so they could shoot at high intensity for a long time. However, with the change of war mode, infantry group charge almost no longer appeared, and the use of machine guns changed from strafing to length. Alternate burst firing, more used to suppress the enemy with firepower rather than harvesting groups of infantry who charged up.

Therefore, the overly heavy and complicated water-cooling system is gradually replaced by the air-cooling system, but the durability of the air-cooling system is far less than that of water-cooling. In the face of the impact of the hordes of zombies fearing death, once there is no backup The barrel of the gun, that means this powerful killer will be completely misfired!

"It's too late to wait, use urine!" The machine gunner who was called to be Guan Ge said quickly, and the saliva star splashed directly on the man's face.

"Oh, oh!" The Templar was a recruit who had just returned from the reserve service. After listening to Brother Guan, he helped his helmet and hurriedly stood up, facing the barrel of the gun to untie his belt.

"You are stupid!" Seeing that the opponent was about to pee directly on the barrel, Guan immediately pulled him on his calf and dragged him down into the truck body.

"Special code, take off your clothes, pee on your clothes, wrap your clothes around the barrel of the gun, understand!?" Guan yelled loudly.

In many war films, the machine gun was overheated and then peeed to cool the shots, but in fact, peeing directly on the barrel of the gun, not only the utilization rate of urine is not high, but also it is easy to cause damage and deformation of the barrel. scrapped.

This recruit has not even touched a gun in reality, so it is naturally impossible to know that only a soldier like Guan has the experience.

It's just that now the fighting is fierce, it's impossible for Brother Guan to waste time explaining something to him, as long as he does it, that's fine.

The Templar hurriedly took off his jacket and folded it in two. However, when he took out the little brother, his entire face suddenly showed a look of depression——

"Brother Guan, Guan, I, I'm too nervous... Urine, I can't pee!"

"waste!"

Ge Guan slapped the rookie recruit aside, untied his pants, pissed on the jacket, and then neatly wrapped the jacket around the overheated machine gun barrel.

"hiss"

A mist mixed with a strange smell, but the red barrel gradually turned back to its original black.

"What are you doing in a daze, change the bomb!"

The pressure in the northwest, guarded by heavy machine guns, is not too big, but the zombies on the east and south are less than 300 meters away from the toll station. Although every step forward, there will be a dozen to dozens. The zombies fell, but these monsters who had been hungry for too long had no idea what the fear and pain were, and quickly narrowed the distance between the two sides against the fierce firepower of the Templars.

Lying on the top of the toll booth, Foggy Eyes bit his lower lip tightly, quickly pulled the bolt, "snap" a shot, and knocked down a fast-moving zombie that escaped many bullets. However, when Wuyan subconsciously stretched his hand into his pocket to touch the bullet, only to find that the 100 rounds of 7.62mm bullets he had brought out had all been used up.

"unlucky!"

Hammering the roof of the toll station hard, Foggy Eye climbed up and looked around, only to see the zombies surrounding this small toll station from all directions, there were 30,000 or 40,000 people!

Even if the group of players in the toll booth can kill a zombie with one bullet and all the bullets they carry, they can't kill half of these zombies.

It is even more impossible to ask for help. It is more than 30 kilometers away from the previous stronghold, far away from the short-distance communication distance of the brain, and it is a fantasy to send someone to break out.

"Could it be that I really want to hang it here..." Foggy eyes tightly clenched the wooden gun barrel in his hand, his eyes full of unwillingness.

The gunshots below gradually became sparse, and the Templars were already shooting in a very efficient way, but that's it, many people had run out of ammunition, and in contrast, the group of zombies was away from the toll gate Getting closer, getting closer......