The machine gunners are very excited, although their skills are very watery, but the feeling of shooting is too refreshing, they howl loudly, wolf howls like voices and deafening machine gun sounds, coupled with the scattered rifle sounds behind them, people have a feeling that this is the battlefield, some zombies are not dead after being knocked down, they drag their broken legs and keep crawling towards the position, from time to time bullets pass through their bodies and bring up a piece of flesh or bone, but as long as they do not hit their head or vertebrae, they do not let go of the crawl forward.

The machine gunners were very excited, they only saw the zombies standing in their eyes, and ignored the zombies crawling over, and the women who were regarded as the sub-machine gunners were attracted by the work in front of them, in order to ensure the continuous attack of the machine guns, they kept jamming the new cartridge belts into the gun body, and then straightened out the cartridge belts to follow the firing speed of the heavy machine guns, they only had bullets and machine guns in their eyes, and they didn't notice the zombies in front of them.

However, the combat team with a rifle shooting was a little nervous when they saw the approach of the zombies, the old team members knew what the result of retreating would be, they all began to prepare for hand-to-hand combat with bayonets, several of Zhang Huai'an's subordinates had never experienced this, looking at the zombies that were about to reach their feet, a man threw away the rifle and ran backwards, now all the combat teams turned their heads to look at him, and the other few seemed to want to learn from the previous man to escape, Zhang Huai'an was anxious, he took out his pistol and loaded it and pointed at a few men and shouted: "Keep shooting, who dares to escape." , I'll kill whomever I want. After saying that, he turned around and wanted to shoot the fleeing man, and his head was really not good, and he saw a little streamer flying past the man's side. But none of them could hit him, and the closest one only took away the corner of the man's clothes.

The man ran vigorously with his head buried in his legs, the wind blew past his ears, the whistling of bullets shot past him, his heart had been hanging, he regretted that he had escaped, but now that the wood was in the boat, it would be a death to stop, he stared at the parked vehicles under the hillside, praying in his heart that he would not be shot by the bullets behind him, every shot behind him was remembered by him, the crisp sound of the pistol was almost drowned out in the sound of machine guns and rifle fires, but the faint sound of the pistol was so vivid in his son, The crisp sound of each shot of the pistol was like a big drum beating in his heart, and the sound of ...... Two ...... Six Voices...... Seven Voices...... He felt a lot more relaxed, he knew that the pistol was out of bullets, Zhang Huai'an changed the magazine for him to run fifty meters away, a smile hung on his lips, he was glad, he was glad that he had escaped, his goal was to park the car at the bottom of the mountain, as long as he got in the car, he couldn't go?

There was a person standing in front of him, as if he was the boss with a straight face all day long, what was he holding? Ha! No guns, just a dull sword, haha! As long as you don't have a gun, what are you afraid of? Won't you hide? He suddenly accelerated and ran diagonally towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, as long as he distanced himself from Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would definitely be able to escape, definitely.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently at the man who seemed to be running diagonally to the right, he had been paying attention to the entire gathering position, whether it was the approach of the zombies or the madness of the machine gunner, he was in his eyes, when some disabled zombies were crawling on the ground and were about to approach, he also knew, but he didn't care, his men not only had to shoot accurately from a distance, but also had to be ruthless in hand-to-hand combat, he just watched the mood fluctuations of each combat team member, he was very satisfied with the performance of the machine gunner, and the woman who supplied the machine gun also satisfied him, He admired the old team members when they began to put on their bayonets, but when he saw Zhang Huai'an's men fleeing, his face was as black as a fat cook's big iron pot.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't pull out the desert eagle hanging on his waist, just waited for him with the Jingwei sword, it was really cheap to kill him with a gun, the man saw that there was no gun in his hand The smile that flashed at the corner of his mouth made Zhang Xiaoqiang more and more disdainful, Zhang Xiaoqiang's Jingwei sword was more than a meter long, and the man ran towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's side two meters away, and he was about to rush past Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, suddenly he felt that his legs were slightly cold, his feet were a little numb, and he was still running forward desperately with his arms in his hands.

He suddenly found himself flying, not up, but forward and down, "touching ......" the right side of his face fell on the ground covered with coarse sand and gravel, the huge inertia made his body constantly roll on the gravel ground, the skin and flesh on his face were worn by the gravel and rubbed away, the dark red muscles and Bai Sensen's gums were exposed, and then the blood quickly gushed out and stained the gravel under his head red, a huge pain came from his legs, and the angle at which he fell to the ground happened to see his legs left behind, he rolled on the ground and howled loudly, The coarse sand and gravel embedded in his wound did not feel a trace, and as he rolled, blood continued to spurt from the broken legs, but this kind of injury could not make him die immediately, he could only wail while rolling, and the screams of wailing reached the ears of others, and everyone shuddered, but no one looked back again, concentrating on dealing with the zombies in front of them.

With the example of the man who was struggling on the ground, Zhang Huai'an's other subordinates had no idea of escaping, they also saw Zhang Xiaoqiang take out the silver desert eagle on his waist, he took the large scary pistol to patrol behind everyone, the man with the broken leg rolled and wailed behind him, this scene deeply guided the minds of these men who wanted to escape, they also learned from other companions, clumsily pulled out the military spur and stuck the barrel of the gun and waited for the hand-to-hand contact at any time.

Zhang Huai'an, who has always been timid, picked up the M1 Garand rifle that was thrown away, held the barrel and stepped forward quickly to accelerate instantly, rushed to the zombie crawling nearby, raised the rifle with both hands and turned it down, the dark red solid wood butt smashed the zombie's head, and the zombie's head immediately collapsed a large piece, he pulled out the butt of the gun that was still stained with yellow brains from the zombie's head, and smashed it down at the head of another zombie waving his claws beside him, the outburst of the old policeman Zhang Huai'an, who has always been timid and cautious, made everyone staggered, Especially his former colleagues, they didn't expect that the old policeman who was eating and waiting for death also had an unknown side, seeing the old policeman with fire-breathing eyes rushing to the front, his subordinates were also stimulated, and they rushed behind the old policeman to slaughter the zombies crawling on the ground with him.

Disabled ordinary zombies are actually not too dangerous, their deterrent power to people's psychology is more terrible than their actual lethality, when the old policeman stands up, all the people's hearts are settled, they no longer care about the zombies in the late foot, put all their energy on the corpses in front, the dark red butt in the old policeman's hand has been dyed yellow and black, he took his men to patrol back and forth on the battle line, as long as he sees a zombie approaching, whether it is standing or lying up, it is a gun butt, Several men with rifles walked ...... the line of piles of corpses.