The rocket didn't hit the target directly, but only tore over the roof at the Corpse King's feet. My shooting skills are hard to compliment, if only Xiao Lin were here. One shot can kill that bastard. After the smoke passed, the mongrel was gone, and I didn't know if he had been blown up! If this cannon doesn't kill it, I'm going to die!

The zombies outside the window are still trying to reach in and grab them, these ordinary zombies are very poor, stupid and stupid, and they can't break through the anti-theft net at all. Seeing that they were not a threat, I relaxed and took the opportunity to find something to use to bandage the wound. Looking around, I only found a pack of sanitary napkins in the bedside table, but I couldn't find anything else, so I had no choice but to stick the sanitary napkin on my head.

In this moment's work, there are a lot of zombies again. I didn't pay attention to them anymore, but secretly came to the window to observe, thinking: If the Corpse King hadn't died, it would definitely kill me, this place has been exposed, and now that the zombie attack is not close, I should fight my way out of the encirclement to find Xiao Lin.

Another thought: No! I shed a lot of blood just now, and now my head is a little dizzy, and my feet are weak, even if I can kill a bloody road, how far can I run? Especially if she can't go to Xiao Lin, if the Corpse King follows closely, won't it drag her down. And I have a strong smell of blood on my body, and zombies will follow me wherever I go! It's better to sit here with peace of mind, guarding so many weapons, to kill one by one, two to kill a pair.

The Corpse King will be back in a moment, and until then, I'm going to try to clean up the zombies while conserving my stamina and preparing for the showdown with the Corpse King! Thinking of this, pick up the rifle again and clean up the zombies standing at the window. The corpses outside were already piled high and emitted the stench of decay. If I continued like this, the windows would be smashed, so I started trying to shoot them from a distance, killing the zombies before they could get close to the windows.

Suddenly, a group of zombies poured out from the corner of the front building and ran towards this direction. It's been a while since I've seen a running zombie, and these are naturally the Corpse King's men. The old boy really didn't die! Seeing that it finally attacked, my heart relaxed———— if it didn't attack, the more worried I became, I don't know what ideas it would come up with to deal with me———— seeing that this group of zombies was fierce, he quickly adjusted his gun to a burst state and began to shoot.

These zombies kept falling to the ground and dying. I sneered in my heart: If you want to kill me, you are almost there. One of the magazines was empty, and seeing that they were already close, he grabbed two grenades and threw them out of the guardrail to land in the zombie crowd. An explosion sounded, and most of the Corpse King's men were killed. As before, the stumps and severed arms fell one after another, like a rain of flesh.

After throwing the grenade, I looked down and saw that the magazines by the window were empty. So he hurriedly went back to the living room and took a several, and quickly inserted one into the gun, thinking in his heart: After beating this box, the corpse king's men will almost die. This old boy is also poor in donkey skills, and he will do this every time! Can you play something fresh! Raise your gun and continue to shoot at the raging zombies outside.

Suddenly, I saw a zombie in the zombie group that was different, relatively tall, running at the back of the zombie group. The point is that the whole body is strapped with sections of old-fashioned industrial explosives, which looks bloated. What's worse is that the explosive fuse has ignited and is burning rapidly and hissing.

This made me a little dumbfounded, and after a short shock, I quickly poured the bullet on my head and face, and directly beat the zombie into a sieve. There was a burst of pride in my heart: rabbit cub, learn to carry explosives! What can you do with you carrying explosives? But on second thought: no! The zombies were killed, and the explosives were still lit! Hurriedly lay down. At the same time, the explosives exploded outside, and the loud explosion shook my soul; Thirty or fifty grenades were almost as powerful as possible, and the smoke and dust that stirred up made the whole room even more invisible.

Struggling to get up, I looked around, only to see that the room was in a mess, it is said that the power of industrial explosives is much less than that of military explosives, but the amount of people carrying them is large, and this explosion is more ruthless than I have experienced before.

After two gasps, I felt a sharp pain all over my body. Gritting his teeth, he forcibly turned around and looked out: he saw that all the glass on the window was shattered, but the anti-theft net was fine, and it was still able to block the zombies outside. And almost all the zombies outside the window just now were blown up, hehe, that brute did me a favor.

Holding on to the wall next to him, he gasped, and instantly remembered that he had mastered the explosives, and since he could blow it up once, of course he could blow it up a second time. Hurriedly bent down to pick up the rifle on the ground, and stood by the window again. Sure enough, I vaguely saw the figure of a group of zombies appear in the smoke. Regardless of three, seven, twenty-one, raise the gun and shoot indiscriminately. At the same time, try to see if there are any zombies carrying explosives on their backs.

The smoke from the explosion had not yet cleared, and visibility was poor, only their outlines could be seen. I opened my eyes wide and tried to find it while shooting, and after looking for a long time, I finally found that the outline of a zombie was obviously wrong, and I hurriedly aimed at the zombie and kept shooting.

Because of the poor visibility, when the bomb zombie was found, it was already very close; I was in pain all over my body, especially my hands were shaking, which greatly affected the accuracy of my shooting. The zombie was shot one after another, but failed to shoot its head, and it was not until the distance between the two sides was only ten meters away that half of its head was knocked away, but the effect of inertia caused it to rush forward a few steps before falling to the ground.

I watched through the security mesh as the explosive fuse was ignited a few meters away, and I hurriedly threw down my rifle and ran desperately to the bedroom. As soon as he escaped into the bedroom, the explosives exploded again. This explosion was closer and more powerful than the first time! The huge shock wave tossed me up, slammed into the wall, and fell headlong to the ground.

The body has been hit again! Lying on the ground, he coughed twice, and suddenly felt that his throat and eyes were salty, and his mouth was open, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. After struggling twice, he couldn't stand up, so he could only grit his teeth and crawl to the bedroom door, sticking his head out with difficulty to observe the results of the explosion.

The sight made me gasp: the second explosion killed all the zombies in the vicinity again, but also blew a gap in the bottom of the security net. It won't be long before there will be follow-up zombies coming.

I struggled twice, but I still couldn't get up! The strength of his whole body was gone, gritting his teeth and crawling close to the hole, turning over and sitting against the wall, trying to pull the nearby weapon to his side.

There was a wooden box full of handle grenades next to it, take out a few, and unscrew the lids all of them. The roar of the zombies outside came from far and near, judging by the sound, and when the zombies felt that they were about to approach the hole, they pulled the string and threw the grenade out of the hole.

There was a dull explosion outside, and I didn't know how many zombies had been killed, only to see a severed hand flying in through the hole. The roar continued, and another zombie approached, and I threw the grenade out again. In this way, the grenades were thrown one after another, and it didn't matter how many they could be killed, they only knew that they could hold on for a while longer.

After throwing it away for a long time, the box gradually emptied. I tried to control the pace of throwing grenades, but I couldn't stop throwing less and less. When the last grenade is thrown, pick up a pistol next to him and aim it weakly.

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