A domestic prince motorcycle with dust accumulated in the compartment on the first floor was pushed out, the back door of the main building was opened, and under the cover of twenty rifles on the roof, the third son led people to put the mine explosives at the foot of the fence behind the building.

"......Boom" a burst of dust and fog rose into the sky, countless broken bricks knocked on the iron door "dang dang", the door opened, two big men carried two doors to the collapsed wall, spread the door to the broken bricks, when they just rushed into the building, a fiery red car shadow rushed out of the door and pressed against the ruins of the door panel and rushed out of the wall.

It took three hours to go back and forth from the base to the coal yard, and an hour and a half after the messenger arrived at the base, Zhang Xiaoqiang and 160 combat team members stood on a small mound two kilometers from the coal yard.

The sound of rifles and heavy machine guns was heard intermittently from the coal yard, and the sea of corpses that spread like an ocean had not yet poured into the coal yard, looking at the tide of corpses less than a kilometer in the coal yard, Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated.

There is still half an hour before the zombie sea approaches the coal yard, but can he clear the dozens of S2 in the coal yard in half an hour and retreat with hundreds of people? The answer is impossible, Zhang Xiaoqiang knows how powerful S2 is, ordinary team members have no power to fight back against S2, the coal yard is crowded with more than 100 large and small vehicles, resulting in complex terrain and narrow shooting sight, and S2 is a guy who likes to sneak attack and beat stuffy sticks.

Thinking of the sixty veteran team members and the hundred new team members behind him, in the complex terrain formed by the staggered vehicles of the coal yard, S2 drilled out from behind, on top of their heads, and on the side of their legs to rush into their queue to slaughter, Zhang Xiaoqiang dispelled this stupid and ridiculous idea.

"Order, the Type 92 artillery group shelled the zombies two kilometers from the corpse group to prevent them from approaching the coal yard."

After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted: "Zhang Huai'an! ”

"Yes!" Zhang Huai'an, who doesn't have a hippie smile on weekdays, stood up with a serious face, he looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes with a kind of seriousness that he had never seen before, this time in the face of such a corpse tide, Zhang Huai'an broke out again, and he couldn't wait for his new task.

"You take fifty team members to cover the infantry guns, and give you three machine gun teams and two mortar teams, you don't need to kill many zombies, but you must ensure the safety of the two cannons, remember, keep the infantry guns at a distance of two kilometers from the corpses."

"Yes, even if I die, I won't lose a single cannon." After speaking, Zhang Huai'an went to select team members and infantry artillery squads to arrange positions.

Looking at the big truck dragging the 92 cannon carrying ammunition to the right side of the sea of corpses, Zhang Huai'an took his temporary subordinates to sit off-road and open the road in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to look at He Wenbin, who was dressed in military uniform.

Since the broken arm, He Wenbin, who was originally free and cheerful, has begun to change, he has become more calm, not as sharp as before, very restrained, not the previous wooden of an honest man, but an unfathomable feeling, he can deal with the size of the base affairs without leakage, how comfortable Zhang Xiaoqiang can live, He Wenbin's help has 80% credit.

Except for the old man of the original chicken farm in the base, the people who joined in the back did not know He Wenbin's previous character, in their eyes, this gloomy face, the horror of the man who did things vigorously and resolutely was second only to Zhang Xiaoqiang, he controlled the punishment, and dealt with the wrong person without mercy, whether it was a strong man or a weak woman, he treated everyone equally.

In his eyes, there is no affection, there is no extralegal affection, even if the old man in the chicken farm makes a mistake, he will be punished, if Zhang Xiaoqiang does not have the habit of feeding people to zombies, maybe Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is not very careful, is more amiable than He Wenbin.

Today's He Wenbin is completely different from the gloomy He Wenbin who was calculating something all day long, the military uniform on his body was neatly ironed, the armed belt on his waist was shiny, and he hung in the holster on the armed belt, and the black 92-style pistol handle was exposed and looked murderous.

He Wenbin, who had a low face, looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a red face, he was excited, excited about the upcoming fight, he was born a restless guy, if it wasn't for the old man's deathbed advice, he wouldn't have come out of the road to wash his name, and then he was injured, thinking that he still owed Zhang Xiaoqiang a life, so he learned to take care of trivial chores according to his nature.

Now, when the day finally came for him to return to the battlefield, he watched Zhang Xiaoqiang with burning eyes waiting for his task.

"You take the rest of the people to harass the zombies in the periphery, give them the greatest damage possible, pay attention to keep in touch with Zhang Huai'an, the police walkie-talkie must be kept unblocked, don't be hit by your own people's shells, don't ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped and thought for a while and continued: "Don't think about sniping, you can't stand still and wait for the zombies to pounce, you have to maneuver and fight, try to keep a distance from the zombies, and the energy helps me buy time, I can't take too many risks, if we don't come out, don't defend it." ”

After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the sea of zombies slowly moving towards this side in the distance, with a bumpy face.

He Wenbin nodded yes, and then he raised his head to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "Brother cockroach is going to go to the coal yard in person?" ”

After speaking, he looked at Yang Ke'er, Shangguan Qiaoyun and Guo Fei who were standing beside Zhang Xiaoqiang, today's Yang Ke'er gave up her beloved mace, and she replaced it with a large dog-legged scimitar and a composite steel shield used by Yuan Yi, and the steel shield was also covered with a black skin, which was the thick skin of a porcupine mouse, which was simply nitrated by Wang Le and then fixed on the shield with rivets.

Yang Ke'er, who was holding the new weapon, was quite reluctant, but under Zhang Xiaoqiang's threat, she gave up her mace, and she knew that before her stick could be swung down, those things that were as slippery as mice would run to the side, so that she could not see it.

Shangguan Qiaoyun spread her Laura-style braids behind her head, with bangs in front of her, looking at a mature and natural charm, with messy strands of hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks, and a hint of femininity in her sweetness, coupled with the sniper step behind her, the m1911a1 around her waist, there is a kind of enchantment that combines pure beauty and wildness.

As for Guo Fei? It was still the same anxious old look that wanted to die, when he saw the sea of corpses composed of countless zombies, his eyes began to glow, and the long knife on the ground shook up and down with him, and the tip of the knife chiseled small pits in the solid ground.

Looking at a few people around Zhang Xiaoqiang, He Wenbin couldn't believe it, the third son with 20 team members with five or six submachine guns guarding four heavy machine guns or surrounded by dozens of S2, where did Zhang Xiaoqiang get their confidence?