As I waited for the Zombie Wyvern to come into my range.

Luo Dayou leaned out the co-pilot.

On his shoulder, he was carrying a single bazooka!

I didn't expect Rongxin Iron Rider to be worthy of this!

This bazooka, the full name of which is portable rocket-booster grenade launcher.

It is mainly used to fight tanks, armored vehicles, or weapons designed to destroy fortifications.

A real individual heavy weapon.

If Zhang Jieming and I had come up with this thing when we went to save Yu Pei'er, then we would have been more unlucky.

Of course, the premise is that Zhang Jieming is not the first to blow up with feathers.

"Hey, don't underestimate our Rongxin base!"

I saw Senior Colonel Luo triumphant, and pushed the hijab of the sight on the barrel with his thumb.

When he locked onto the monocular aim, he pressed the launch button without hesitation.

The two giant zombies from before were too close to the leaking tanker to be used.

But now, with the zombie wyvern in the sky, Colonel Luo can launch rocket-propelled grenades without any scruples.

"Whew!"

There was green smoke coming from behind the rocket-propelled grenade, and after it was fired, it sank for a moment.

With the rocket boost comes into play

Then he raised his head and flew up, carrying everyone's hopes, and rushed straight towards the huge dragon head of the zombie wyvern.

But this hope is too short-lived.

I saw that the zombie wyvern was in the air, and the left and right dragon wings were fine-tuned, and then made a gorgeous spin.

I thought it was going to roll and dodge.

But he never thought that with the strength of his rotation, he would use its wings to fan the rocket-propelled grenade!

The rocket-propelled grenade whirled in the air and crashed into a nearby mountain, knocking down a forest.

But when he saw the zombie flying dragon, he didn't dodge or dodge.

"Mom, come back."

Senior Colonel Luo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately took the second rocket-propelled grenade handed by his subordinates and reloaded it.

At this time, the distance of the zombie flying dragon was already very close.

I could see the tangled corpses that made up its body.

Colonel Luo had just finished filling, and he didn't need to aim accurately, so he fired another shot at the dragon head of the zombie flying dragon.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The zombie wyvern didn't even spin in the air this time.

He opened his huge mouth directly and swallowed the second rocket grenade head-on.

"Poof"

A flash of fire flashed in the dragon's mouth.

The rocket-propelled grenade has been successfully detonated.

But the zombie wyvern acted as if nothing had happened.

He even hiccuped and spat out a black smoke ring.

Unscathed.

"Roar~"

It may be that the rocket-propelled grenade brand jumping candy is not to the taste, and the zombie wyvern roars.

"Traitor, give me death!"

The Zombie Lord shouted in Zombie Language, and controlled the Zombie Wyvern to swoop straight towards me.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

Ten meters.

Closer.

Five meters!

I can smell gunpowder in the mouth of the zombie wyvern.

"You want me to die, I don't!"

I also shouted in zombie language.

The second-type Ha-style sapper shovel in his right hand was thrown into the wyvern's bloody mouth.

Then he released the button in his hand and shot the second shot of the corpse, I mean, 'Gone'.

The 8848 titanium shovel head is worthy of being the hardest metal that the Orderer can have.

It can successfully break the defense, and even a rocket grenade can't hurt the zombie dragon.

Through its throat, through its back, and finally through its back, it vanished into the sky.

However, there is no use for eggs.

A wound of this size, perhaps, would be fatal for an authentic Western Wyvern.

But this thing is a zombie, and as long as it doesn't hit its vital point, it will have little effect on it.

The huge dragon is already hanging over my head.

Sharp, razor-like dragon teeth began to close towards me.

It was as if the next second would bite me to pieces.

I'm not going to sit still.

White steam, expelled from the pores of my body, local termite evolution!

Clench your hands on the 'Friend Deal' that turns back into the fork archetype.

Before the dragon's mouth could be completely closed, I held the fork across my chest and jammed its mouth!

A huge body is bound to carry a huge inertia.

That zombie wyvern, a blow failed to bite me to pieces.

I had to fly forward again, and by the way, I was also taken to the sky.