acT47: Decline

"Bang!" A yellow bullet casing fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The black man cursed in frustration, and he felt ashamed that his confident shot failed to hit his opponent's vital point.

Fortunately, the next few shots did not miss, and several young men who rushed to rescue the girl were named one by one, and the chest, eyebrows, and rotating bullets dug out one crater after another, witnessing the excellent shooting level of the black man with the splash of blood.

Luo Yu lay on the ground, covering the wound on his left shoulder, and closed his eyes in pain. Four bodies fell beside her, killed by one shot, and not a single one survived.

The other militiamen stopped the rescue under Luo Yu's shouting, and rushed towards the shed with their anger.

The gap between shotguns and automatic rifles is huge, the range of shotguns is insufficient, and they mainly rely on steel balls to kill in a large area.

With two small-caliber rifles, one at the main gate and one in Liu Yan's hand, the musket team had more than enough strength but could only narrow the distance.

However, there was no cover in the vegetable patch in front of the greenhouse, and in front of the M16 assault rifle, such a charge was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

The blacks seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on them, smashing a particle bullet with ease, nailing it into the front of the militia's footsteps just right, not killing or injuring them, and teasing their nerves that were about to collapse.

Luo Yu was dragged back to the shed by the young man who was injured before, the young man's face was anxious, he was bruised, and Luo Yu was a penetrating injury, half of his arm was soaked in blood, I don't know if he hurt the artery.

"Go find Sister Jia and prepare the car." Luo Yu's face was resolute, he thought that he and the others were strong and strong, and they had enough strength to fight in the face of living corpses, but the reality was ruthless and slapped one slap after another.

The main gate was bombarded into ruins, Jiao Ziqian's life and death were unknown, the living corpses attacked from the warehouse blocked everyone's progress with only one gun, Song Jiu's whereabouts are unknown, Liu Yan and Mengfan are nowhere to be found, how can this be fought?

The young man was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Luo Yu meant.

"Tell Sister Jia to assemble people to get on the bus as quickly as possible, bring more water, and throw away all unnecessary things." Luo Yu was reluctant, but helpless: "Prepare to retreat." ”

"Huh?"

"Go quickly, it's too late to run." Luo Yu let out a long sigh and said, "By the way, go and see the situation at the main gate, Ziqian...... Let's see if he's dead or not, let him bring someone over if he's not dead, you can't leave Brother Jiu. ”

"I see." The young man's face turned grim and he hurried out of the shack. There were gunshots outside, and their own people returned fire, and the noise peculiar to shotguns was obvious, and both sides were within range of each other, and if seven or eight guns couldn't level a living corpse, it was really a fate.

Luo Yu stood up on the windowsill, pulled out the blade of the blade on his waist, his left arm couldn't move, and his right hand could still be used, as long as Ziqian arrived quickly, he could always fill a way with his life.

Luo Yu gritted his teeth, walked out of the shed with a knife, and stopped as soon as he took one leg, the cold muzzle on his forehead extinguished the last hope.

Luo Yuqiao's face turned pale, he closed his eyes in despair, and the young man who had just run out was lying upright not far away, with a pool of dazzling blood under him.

The blonde girl standing opposite Luo Yu blinked her royal blue eyes, put her gun on the top, and said, "Throw away the weapon and go in." Controlled by others, there is nothing to resist, Luo Yu's face was gloomy, and he weakly let go of the hand holding the knife and retreated to the shed.

"Tell your men to stop resisting and not to add unnecessary casualties. Your resistance is as weak as a baby. The blonde tilted her head and said, "We're here to solve the problem." Luo Yu glanced at the muzzle of the gun on his forehead and sneered: "Solve the problem like this?" ”

"You don't seem to know what's going on, I'm ordering you, understand?" The blonde took out a short flashlight from behind her, flashed it out the window a few times, and turned around and said, "Hurry, hurry." I like beautiful women, and I prefer obedient beautiful women. ”

"I'm not in command, they don't listen to me." Luo Yu replied coldly. The blonde woman's eyes showed a little disappointment, and she said with chagrin: "Now you have become the beautiful woman I hate the most." With that, the muzzle of the gun moved down, and a ball of fire flashed, and the bullet of the Beretta M9 nailed into Luo Yu's thigh, and the gunfire drowned out the screams.

"Is it okay now?" The blonde woman spoke with a teasing voice, and provoked her pretty face distorted by pain with the muzzle of the gun.

Luo Yu glared angrily, and his breath was heavy. The blonde woman suddenly felt bored, pulled Luo Yu's long hair and dragged it to the open space outside the shack, fired several shots at the sky with a silver-white pistol, and shouted, "If you don't want her to die, put down your weapon." The blacks who were forced to retreat took the opportunity to turn around, and the big killing weapon in their hands pulled out a long tongue of fire, and a dense stream of bullets poured out, tearing the skeleton of the greenhouse obliquely, and beating several militiamen who were hiding outside into a sieve.

“caroline！ Well done! The black man blew out the muzzle of the gun, walked out of the vegetable shed with a smile on his face, and raised his hand in an 'oK' gesture.

"Fool, I told them to disarm and surrender, and I didn't let you kill them all!" The blonde chick rolled her eyes and asked, "What about Kevin?" ”

"I'm going to find their leader." The black man grinned and whistled, his rifle resting over his shoulder, the muzzle of the gun moving to the blonde's side.

Luo Yu hurriedly turned around, only to see that the young man who was lying in a pool of blood actually got up at some point, and pounced on the blonde girl with a blade of hacksaw.

"Stop!" Luo Yu shouted quickly, but the gunshots still came as promised. The young man didn't even get close to the blonde girl, and the last thing he saw in his resolute eyes was Luo Yu's eagerly distorted expression, and then there was a burst in his ears, and the swirling bullets passed through the center of his eyebrows, splattering out with brains and blood.

Luo Yu fell to the ground in a daze, the one-sided slaughter was not a battle, as the blonde girl said just now, the camp had no power to fight back at all.

"Stop! Don't fight anymore. Luo Yu's heart was sad, and he shouted to stop the last two militiamen who wanted to fight hard, and shook his head dejectedly.

The militiamen looked at each other, slowly lowered the guns in their hands, and raised their hands.

“babygirl.” The blonde woman smiled with satisfaction, leaned down and imprinted a bright red lip print on Luo Yu's face, and beckoned to the two militiamen who were stunned in place: "Bandage her." As he spoke, he untied his medical kit and threw it on the ground.

The two guards glanced at each other, and hurriedly went over to pick up Luo Yu, who was in a stupor, they were not doctors, and they didn't know how to deal with gunshot wounds, the blonde woman looked at them clumsy, her face showed a burst of disgust, and she hooked her fingers with the black man and changed the attending doctor.

The blonde woman squatted down, picked Luo Yu's chin with her fingers, and said with a smile: "You'll tell me where Jiajia is, right?" Luo Yu's eyes were complicated, and he nodded hesitantly.

"Good." …… The main entrance, under the burning ruins. The unkempt Jiao Ziqian staggered to his feet, with the unconscious Pan Shengan at his feet, several militiamen who couldn't dodge had been killed, the corner tower collapsed, and the front gate was scorched black, crackling and blazing.

A group of militia on standby surrounded them, digging out a few comrades from under the collapsed rubble, their faces full of horror and fear, and many of them had begun to retreat.

"Stick! I'm not dead to come out! Jiao Ziqian trembled, wiped the scorched black on his face, and gritted his teeth creaking.

The muscles ran out of the pile with a red face.

"Give me the key." Jiao Ziqian stretched out his hand and asked, "Is the oil full?" ”

"I didn't add it, but I still have it left from last time." The muscle ** hurriedly handed over the dump truck to him, thought about it and said, "There is a bazooka on the other side..."

"Fuck the bazookas! You take someone to see how Luo Yu is doing, and the rest of them fuck me guy! Fuck those bitches! Jiao Ziqian rose up the blade, rushed to the dump truck, stepped on the tires and stood on a high place, and scolded angrily: "Pick up the knife in your hands!" Chop them up! ”

"Chop them up!" The militiamen were enthusiastic, raising their arms and shouting, the scene of the walking corpse in the last battle is still vivid, this giant has a remarkable record, and the militia who have opened the way with it have also mustered up three points of courage.

The bright yellow engineering vehicle woke up again, its huge body buzzing and trembling, the tires ran over two clear ruts, drove backwards out of the broken wall, ran over the trench that had not yet been formed, and turned the front of the car to the convoy of living corpses a hundred meters away.

A group of enthusiastic militiamen rushed over with a roar, scrambling to climb into the car body, and some young men simply started several other pickup trucks, dozens of militiamen climbed onto the chariots, and for a time the engine roared through the camp, and the thick tail smoke accompanied by the roar of the man floated up to reveal a little starlight in the sky.

The remnant sun was like blood, the last rays of light on the distant mountains disappeared into the horizon, the beast-like roaring engineering vehicles crushed the dust, the pickup chariots followed, the land raised smoke and dust, and the great river whimpered in a low voice.

The living corpse standing in front of the Raptor pickup took off his tactical sunglasses and grinned, the individual bazooka was slung over his shoulder, and the scope was caught in the bright yellow giant that led the way.

The back door of the van opened, and dozens of living corpses in pitch-black combat uniforms lined up, with flat-ended jet-black shiny AUG assault rifles in their hands, and the blue muzzle of the roasted guns reflected the dim starlight, waiting for the bright moment to harvest life.

…… In the dim dungeon, the orange firelight pierced through the darkness and illuminated Xu Aifei's sad and joyful face.

The firelight moved downward, slowly sweeping over Xu Aifei's snow-white skin, dark red bloodstains, messy clothes, and Song wine leaning on her.

"You bastard! What did you do to Effie! The indifferent man was furious, beating the iron fence frantically, and angrily broke open the wound at the corner of his mouth, and a circle of red was fainted under the gauze.

"No, it's not him!" Xu Aifei never expected that the indifferent man would appear here, and the joy of being rescued was intertwined with the smell of gunpowder in the air.

Song Jiu didn't say a word, staring coldly at the crazy indifferent man.

"Effie! He's finished! The living corpses are back! The indifferent man glanced at Song Jiu fiercely, and then softened his tone: "Don't worry, I'll save you!" ”

"How is the camp, Ziqian, have they organized a counterattack?" Song Jiu asked coldly.

"Shut the fuck! Don't point fingers with Lao Tzu! Who do you think you are? The indifferent man took a sip, the disgust in his eyes that could not be concealed, tugged on the door lock, and said indignantly: "Effie, you wait for me, I'll go find something to save you!" ”

"Idiot, the key is at your feet." Song Jiu smiled dumbly and snorted outside the fence. The indifferent man turned his aperture, hurriedly picked up the small key on the ground, and was about to open the door, but hesitated for a moment, turned around and left the dungeon.

Xu Aifei was stunned, and hurriedly rushed to the iron cage and shouted: "Hou Xiong, come back!" Hou Xiong!! ”

"Oh? His name is Hou Xiong. Song Jiu pursed his lips and said with a smile: "It's worse than my name." ”

"Oh, what's going on, what kind of grievances do you have that can't be resolved!" Xu Aifei was in a hurry, seeing that Song Jiu still had the heart to ridicule, she said angrily: "Why are you men so tough!" ”

"It has nothing to do with me, it's he who wants to be a flower messenger, I'm innocent." Song Jiu moved his body, the place where he was beaten before was sour and painful, and the broken finger was even more unbearable.

"You ......" Xu Aifei was speechless, remembering what happened in the warehouse at the beginning, but she couldn't find an explanation, and her pretty face turned red.

"Don't worry, he'll come to your rescue." Song Jiu smiled miserably and sighed: "Damn, the camp subway will be in a mess." As he spoke, the dungeon door opened again, the torch was swept over by the airflow, and the indifferent man ran back panting, still holding a shotgun in his arms.

Song Jiu narrowed his eyes, this gun was from the warehouse guard.

"What are you going to do?" Xu Aifei was a little nervous and hurriedly took two steps back.

"Effie, get out of the way." The indifferent man hung the torch between the fences, and pointed his gun at Song Jiu through the iron fence.

"Hou Xiong, you're crazy!" Xu Aifei was shocked, opened her hand in front of Song Jiu, and said hurriedly: "You can't do this, no." ”

"Effie! He killed Ziming, did you forget! The indifferent man's forehead was bruised, and he roared with grief and indignation. Song Jiu saw that his mood was becoming more and more unstable, and he was worried that he would not be able to control the gun and hurt Xu Aifei again, so he gently pushed her away and took a step forward: "What are you going to do after killing me?" ”

"It's none of your business! You shut up! It's all you, it's all your fault that the camp is like this! The cold man's saliva mixed with the blood of the laceration was spraying, and the barrel of the gun was pounding against the fence, echoing in the dark space.

Song Jiu smiled, took a step forward again, and said, "Hou Xiong, kill me, Effie won't like you." The indifferent man's hideous expression froze for a moment, and then he raised the muzzle of the gun and scolded: "I told you to shut up!" Xu Aifei was stunned, she and Song Jiu were two steps away, but now she didn't dare to move, for fear of stimulating the indifferent man, Xu Aifei's mind turned sharply, and she said loudly: "Hou Xiong, kill him, we will all die." ”

"Effie, don't worry, I'll take you away, let's get out of here, I know there's a camp nearby, let's go live there!"

"This is our home."

"No, this place has been turned into a battlefield by this bastard and his people." The indifferent man was still emotional, and his hand holding the gun was trembling all the time: "Effie, don't be afraid, I will protect you." ”

"Boom!" There was a sudden loud bang in the closed dungeon, and the indifferent man was suddenly startled, his eyes involuntarily tilted towards the loud noise, Song Jiu took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to reach out of the iron grate, grabbing the cold barrel!

At the same time, several fires tore through the darkness one after another, and the explosion resounded through the dungeon. ...