Zhang Xiaoqiang turned to look at another S-shaped zombie, and saw that the zombie who had been hit by him with a few holes was being rubbed and abused by several big men like a weak girl, Zhang Xiaoqiang's new subordinates took a shovel and a head to dig a pit, and frantically beat the S-shaped zombie lying on the ground twitching slightly, these big men crowded too tightly in a group, and the men with tools behind them were still shouting at the people inside, asking them to get out of the way so that they could also have a good time, and when the crowd dispersed, the S-shaped zombies also turned into a puddle of meat mud, Several men saw the zombies dangling on the side of the breastwork, they shouted excitedly and picked up the guys and rushed to those zombies, and then followed by a group of men who copied the guys, Zhang Xiaoqiang was still a little stupid, he had never seen such an initiative to kill zombies, it can't be said to be the initiative, it should be said to be fanatical, thirty big men also rushed up, regardless of height, regardless of age, everyone was shouting loudly, and the guy in his hand greeted the head of the zombie, like a gust of wind suddenly blowing, waiting until the crowd dispersed, The dozens of zombies resting on the other side of the fence didn't even see a single one that could stand.

"Fierce ...... Tough. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the men who had done warm-up exercises and walked back happily and made an accurate evaluation, the biggest difference between these men and Zhang Xiaoqiang's combat team is that Zhang Xiaoqiang's men are very good at dealing with the same kind, but they can only say that they are reluctant to fight zombies, and this group of former construction workers is very bearish in front of their peers, but they are not ambiguous when they deal with zombies, they are ruthless, and their movements are sharp, and they are killing zombies at a glance.

What Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know was that this group of people admired Zhang Xiaoqiang for blocking 2,000 zombies with more than 20 people, they all knew that zombies had to hit their heads to kill, how could 2,000 zombies have time to aim at you? But Zhang Xiaoqiang's subordinates insisted on getting it, and they were forced by the zombies to within ten meters of the formation without disorder, and no one turned around and ran away, unlike them who could only fight with the wind, and when they saw that there were not many zombies, they swarmed up, and when they saw many zombies, they spread their feet and ran away.

Wang Chong picked up the rifle, and looked at the zombies who died at his feet with palpitations, but he didn't stop in his hands, he loaded the bullet and continued to shoot at the corpses, he didn't have time to feel nostalgic, the ordeal of the last days had grinded him into an iron-boned man, and now he was a warrior, as long as he didn't die in battle, he would continue to fight until he fell.

No matter how many zombies can't fill the fireworks at the muzzle, as time goes by, the crowded corpse group is slowly decreasing, when the last burst of gunfire stops, there is no longer a zombie that can stand in front of everyone, the members of the combat team all threw away their rifles and sat on the chest wall to rest, Zhang Xiaoqiang held a silver pistol to patrol the chest wall, and the zombies on the ground that were pre-set as the battlefield were stacked layer by layer, and the ground that was black and yellow before had been filled with corpses, and most of the zombies were limbless, It was hit by a machine-gun bullet, and many zombies turned into broken corpses, scattered everywhere with one arm in the east and one thigh in the west, and many zombies were still smoking from their bodies, and half of their bodies were buried in thick soil, which was killed by mortar guns or grenades...... On the messy battlefield, the dense zombies are like dead fish piled up on the beach, layer upon layer, the highest place has formed a small corpse mound of meters high, some zombies that have broken limbs but have not hurt the vital are still wriggling in the corpse pile, they still want to crawl out and continue to bite the fresh meat in front of them, one by one men with bayonets or shovels walk in the dense corpse pile, as long as they see a zombie moving, or send a bullet to its head, and overturn its heavenly spirit cover, Or a shovel with a bright edge cut off its head...... "bumper ......" door was kicked open, and three men rushed in with shields and flashlights, and then heard from inside: "Safety...... Safe...... No zombies! Then a few men who ate empty fists walked in and began to rummage through the cabinets, bags of rice and bacon, a bed of cotton wool and bedding, a bag of clothes, and a piece of miscellaneous tools were moved out, and the cooperation of several people was like a smooth flow, and in less than ten minutes, the house was basically emptied except for some large appliances and thick furniture, and the room was silent again as the last figure flashed out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the empty street, now, the whole town is his Zhang Xiaoqiang's, the position where he stands is the center of the town, looking at the various buildings that have gone through the wind and rain, watching his subordinates break through the doors and rush to the house to move all kinds of materials out, I don't know why, he lost the joy of the past, and his heart became more and more dull, Yang Keer took the little girl to tear up bags of snacks in a grocery store, and kept stuffing strange small food into the little girl's mouth like feeding a puppy. The little girl also came and did not refuse, she ate as much as she wanted, Yang Ke'er's crescent-like eyes were slightly upturned, and she was very happy.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's combat team and temporary engineer team were also very happy, they were carrying all kinds of supplies and laughing loudly, some people were still arguing over some novel small loot, or it would not be long before more loot was discovered, they put down the dispute and stepped forward to get a piece of the pie, the three sub-machine gunners each carried a large backpack, they didn't care about the loot that the men were fighting for, their targets were some daily necessities, shampoo, shower gel, sisters, cleanser, and hand cream or something, These things that were randomly thrown on the ground by the men were picked up and thrown into the backpacks behind them, they were like treasure hunters wandering the ancient monuments, and from time to time there were screams of surprise, and then there was a pleasant laughter wafting in the quiet town, and there were some grass, dry and other words in between...... All the people are very happy, today is a harvest day for them, a few days ago there are a lot of objects on the construction site, but those building materials and machinery have no use for individuals, they can't get any loot, all the loot is the base, of course they won't say much, but they can get some of the loot they use is still the happiest, they are grateful to Zhang Xiaoqiang, they are also the first time to laugh after the end of the world, the past depression and depression are vented with laughter...... Looking at these people's laughter, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel any happiness, he walked alone on the lonely long street, walking slowly over all kinds of garbage and scattered white bones on the ground, on both sides of the street are small storefronts, he even saw a small Internet café, the Internet café is not big, it can put twenty computers, the Internet café is very messy, the seats that have been pushed down, the old-fashioned box monitor that fell on the ground, a dull sneaker was pressed by a drink display case that fell on the ground, There was a black-brown dry blood stain on the ground not far from the sneakers, and some scattered white bones showed people the tragic scene in the past.

The other facades on the side of the street were similar to Internet cafes, messy, dilapidated, and there were traces and corpses left by desperate people at that time, he looked up at the mountain, the vegetation on the peaks was still luxuriant, except for the large area of withered yellow, he looked at the viaduct in the distance, the high viaduct was showing him the pomp and circumstance, he looked up at the sky again, today was a day without the sun, the dark clouds, the dark sky was as depressed as his mood at the moment, a depressed breath was pressed in his heart for a long time and could not be spit out, he continued to walk forward......