No creature can withstand the constant onslaught of a 30mm cannon with its flesh and blood, not even the ridiculously strong sandworms.

Due to the weight of the force, the Wuzhi 10 can only carry about 200 rounds of 30mm anti-personnel high-explosive shells, but this does not prevent them from easily splitting two sandworms in two, just like cutting butter with a hot knife.

Under the stunned gaze of the Tiger Squad, the mountain-like sandworms instantly turned into a pool of steaming debris and rotten flesh, leaving only the muscle tissue that was still twitching involuntarily to remind people of how strong their owners had been seconds ago.

"Is it over?" Zhao Qiang muttered to himself, 1 minute ago he was still thinking about whether his suicide attack could achieve the desired effect, and 1 minute later the biggest threat was turned into a puddle of rotten meat in front of his eyes.

After dealing with the sandworms, the 2 Wuzhi 10 hovering in mid-air did not stop too much. The battle is not over, and there are still countless zombies around that can't wait to tear the survivors on the ground to shreds.

The pilot of the Wuzhi 10 showed superb piloting skills, and the two helicopters flew up and down, and from time to time they made a series of complex and graceful evasive maneuvers in mid-air in order to avoid the attacks of the long-range smashers, which was breathtaking.

Soon, inside the Jianglu Machinery Factory, there were raging fires everywhere, and the sky-high flames reflected the dark night sky and ignited the fire of hope in everyone's hearts.

"Tigers, attack!" Maybe without Zhao Qiang's order, all the tiger team members will pounce on the enemy in front of them like real tigers, frantically venting the depression that has been suppressed in their chests for a long time.

The battle did not go well, and even with helicopter support, the exhausted and depleted Tigers barely managed to hold their ground until new reinforcements joined the fight.

Two quad bikes almost fell from the sky, leaping some distance in the air before roaring towards the most zombie-dense area. The two motorcyclists were clearly well-trained veterans, and both bikes were moving as one as one, whether steering or forwarding. Seeing that they were about to hit the vanguard of the zombie army, the two motorcycles suddenly separated, and with the help of the raging fire, it could be clearly seen that between the two separate motorcycles, there were two thin metal wires that shimmered with a faint cold light and were stretched straight.

The two off-road bikes passed by the horde of zombies in an instant, and the riders didn't slow down or look back to check their results, and directly steered the motorcycles towards another target of their choice.

The large group of zombies left behind the motorcycle did not turn around and chase their prey as usual, because the moment they staggered past the motorcycle, the thin metal wire that swept at high speed was no less than a sharp scalpel, first falling on their arms, and then the upper body slowly sliding down from the lower half of their bodies, and then turning into a pile of lifeless rotten meat.

With the arrival of a whole truckload of heavily armed ground troops, the battle at the Jianglu Machinery Factory finally came to an end.

At this time, the physical strength of the Tigers was approaching the limit, and only Zhao Qiang and Saber could barely stand among the remaining personnel, and this was the only thing they could do.

Zhao Qiang stood quietly in front of the ruins at the entrance of the air-raid shelter, as if someone had forcibly stuffed a piece of red-hot charcoal into his lungs, the hot pain, and the passing physical strength was returning to Zhao Qiang's tired body at an unbearable speed, but this was far from enough to provide him with such a simple action as raising a gun and aiming.

Although the sudden reinforcements helped the Tiger squad and the base hidden underground to relieve the siege, in the face of strangers with such strong force, Zhao Qiang did not dare and could not relax even the slightest vigilance, even if these strangers were wearing the most correct military uniforms.

The four-wheeled motocross motorcycle that appeared before appeared in Zhao Qiang's sight again, rushing towards Zhao Qiang at an extremely high speed. Zhao Qiang stared motionlessly at the rider who hid himself under the helmet, as if he could see through the black windshield.

Finally, the rider pinched the brakes 20 meters away from Zhao Qiang, and the motorcycle with a sharp ** sound slid to a place less than 1 meter away from Zhao Qiang before it completely stopped, and during this period, Zhao Qiang almost didn't move, except for the strand of hair on his forehead that was picked up by the wind.

The rider took off the fully enclosed helmet, revealing a young and resolute face, and he ignored the murderous aura emanating from Zhao Qiang's eyes, and walked straight in front of Zhao Qiang.

"Boy, you're bold enough!" The rider's height of nearly 1.9 meters is a head taller than Zhao Qiang, who is only 1.75 meters, and his clear eyes are full of provocation: "You are the first guy who is not frightened by me, but I like it." ”

It's not that Zhao Qiang doesn't want to hide, but Zhao Qiang doesn't have the strength to hide at all, he puts all his energy on that driver, and he is constantly calculating how long it will take to accumulate enough strength to shoot the guy in front of him in the head with one shot, and he didn't notice at all that the saber that was also on guard before had completely relaxed the moment the rider took off his helmet.

"Yang Zining!" The blood-stained saber shouted without warning, breaking the awkward atmosphere between Zhao Qiang and the driver.

"Here!" Surprisingly, the riders, who were still a little arrogant at first, immediately poked the ground like javelins, with indescribable eccentricity, doubt, admiration, and excitement......

"Number, name!" The saber ignored the expression on Yang Zining's face.

"The Chinese People's Liberation Army Wolf Tooth Special Brigade, Lone Wolf Squad, Yang Zining!" Yang Zining almost shouted this sentence through his throat, and his face was already filled with an excited smile, not pretentious at all.

"The soldier brought by Lao Tzu is like a bear like you?" The saber's face was full of pride, and he kicked Yang Zining's ass directly, but Yang Zining grinned, jumped aside with his buttocks, and after carefully examining the saber, he immediately gave the saber a bear hug.

Zhao Qiang was a little blindsided in an instant, watching the two men hug each other, slap each other with enough force to break the ribs of ordinary people, and then parted with a smile on their faces, I don't know which play these two guys are singing.

"Let me introduce, this is Yang Zining, and my comrade-in-arms is also my protégé." Seeing Zhao Qiang's confused face, Saber hurriedly introduced: "Zhao Qiang, the commander of the Survivor Alliance Tiger Squad." ”

"Bang", it was the sound of the heels of the military boots colliding with each other, low but loud, Yang Zining saluted Zhao Qiang with an extremely standard salute.