While Qi Lin infiltrated Bishop Samani's lair, a group of Templars was locked in a bitter battle at a small Mutual Aid stronghold on the outskirts of the Iron City.

"Knight Chief, there are a large number of zombies pouring over from the north and south, and our ammunition is running out!" A Templar shouted loudly, his hands grabbing bullets piled at his feet and filling them into empty magazines.

"Save ammo! Put the zombies close to the fight, aim at the head, and try to do one shot at a time! ”

Misty Eye occupies the highest part of the stronghold, holding his symbolic "Mosin-Nagant" in his hand, and every time the crisp gunfire rings out on the battlefield, a zombie with no weak strength will pounce on him.

The small base of this mutual aid association is more than 200 kilometers away from the city of steel, in the territory of Jinhua City, Zhejiang Province in the old era.

This stronghold was converted from a toll booth on a highway, and it was the outermost gateway for the players of the Mutual Aid Society who were "missionaries" to leave the Steel City, and it was not once or twice that Fog Eye and his Templars escorted missionaries, but who knew that this time, the small toll booth with less than a hundred people stationed actually attracted all the zombies in several surrounding villages and towns!

This is also a new phenomenon after the difficulty of the game world has been raised to the second level, although the perception ability of ordinary zombies is low, but it has evolved a peculiar ability, which can locate the location of humans within a certain distance in the dark, so as to slowly gather over, foggy eyes They are because of a moment of negligence, did not set up a sentry a little far away from the toll station, only to be surrounded by these zombies that suddenly poured out in this small toll station.

"Damn, why can't you finish fighting, more and more...... Have we been forsaken by the Lord God? ”

"I haven't eaten Jinhua's ham...... But now we're going to be gnawed 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 thick arms burst out of the green tendons, the fingers tightly hold the trigger, the thick muzzle constantly spits tongues of fire, and one after another continuous 12.7mm large-caliber bullets tear a fierce and ugly zombie to pieces.

"Barrel! Spare barrel! ”

The barrel had already begun to turn red before the chain had been opened, and the Heavy hurriedly yelled at the Templar who was in charge of reloading next to him.

"Spare barrel, spare barrel...... Yes! …… Brother Guan, the barrel has been used up, and the one that has just been replaced has not cooled down yet! The Templar reached for the barrel of another gun lying nearby, but as soon as his finger touched the barrel, he retracted with an electric shock, and a swollen blister immediately appeared on his finger.

In the early years, heavy machine guns used a water-cooled system, so they could shoot for long periods of time with high intensity, but later, with the change of the mode of warfare, the infantry group charge almost ceased to appear, and the use of machine guns also changed from strafing to alternating long and short bursts, and was more used to suppress the enemy with firepower than to harvest the infantry charging up in groups.

Therefore, the overly heavy and complex water-cooled system is gradually replaced by the air-cooled system, but the continuity of the air-cooled system is far less than that of water-cooling.

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

"Oh, oh!" The Templar, a new recruit who had just been transferred from the reserves, listened to Brother Guan's words, grabbed his helmet and hurriedly stood up, facing the barrel of his gun to untie his trouser belt.

"You're stupid!" When Brother Guan saw that the other party was going to urinate directly on the barrel of the gun, he immediately dragged him on his calf and dragged him down in the body of the truck.

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

In many war movies, there are shots of the machine gun overheating and then peeing to cool down, but in fact, peeing directly on the barrel not only does not have a high utilization rate of urine, but it can also easily lead to damage to the barrel and deformation and scrap.

This recruit has never even touched a gun in reality, so it is naturally impossible to know the experience that only people like Brother Guan who have been soldiers have.

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

The Templar hurriedly took off his coat and folded it twice, but by the time he pulled out his little brother, a look of dejection suddenly appeared on his face—

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

"Rubbish!"

Guan Ge slapped the rookie recruit aside, unbuttoned his pants and spilled urine on the coat, and then neatly wrapped the coat around the overheated machine gun barrel.

"Hiss~~~~"

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

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

The pressure in the northwest direction guarded by heavy machine guns is not too much, but the zombies in the east and south are only less than three hundred meters away from the toll booth, although every step forward, there will be a dozen to dozens of zombies falling, but these monsters who have been hungry for too long have long since lost their knowledge of fear and pain, and they quickly close the distance between the two sides under the fierce fire of the Templars.

Lying on the top of the toll booth, Fog Eye bit his lower lip tightly, quickly pulled the bolt, and shot a "Boom" shot, putting down a swift zombie who ran at high speed and dodged a lot of bullets, however, when Fog Subconsciously reached into his pocket to touch the bullets, he found that the hundred 7.62mm bullets he brought out had all been exhausted.

"Bad luck!"

Hammering the roof of the toll booth hard, Fog Eye got up and looked around, only to see zombies pouring around this small toll booth from all directions, at least thirty or forty thousand!

Even if the group of players in the toll booth could kill a zombie with a single bullet and use all the bullets they carried, they wouldn't be able to kill half of them.

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 even more impossible to send someone to break out.

"Is it really going to hang here......" Misty eyes clenched the wooden gun in his hand, his eyes full of unwillingness.

The gunfire below was gradually starting to thin out, and the Templars were already shooting with a very frugal approach, but that was it, many of them had run out of ammo, and in contrast, the zombies were getting closer and closer to the toll booths......