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Zhang Xiaoqiang and Huang Quan went ashore together, and asked Huang Quan to take a small team to guard the dock area, and he took another team to find a way to the weapons depot.

Tonight, the silver moon is like a plate, I don't know if it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon in the sky is round and big, the gorgeous moonlight will illuminate their surroundings very clearly, Zhang Xiaoqiang while moving forward, while listening to the movements around him, there are many scattered small houses by the lake, there are paths at the door of the small houses, not big, but intricate, Zhang Xiaoqiang walks in the middle, and there are scattered zombies in front of him from time to time to be solved by the team.

Looking at the scattered houses in front of him like pearls being trained by the road, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up, it seemed that there was no need for the militia to carry ammunition from beginning to end, as long as they were divided into squads and relayed, not only could they save a lot of time, but also allowed them to get a big rest in a short time, thereby reducing the chance of making mistakes.

After finding a member of the team and instructing him to go to the back to convey his orders, Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to touch forward with the rest of the people, and after a while, he reached a small hill in front of him, which stretched horizontally for several miles, and under the mountain near them, all the trees were cut down to form an open area, and if he stood on the mountain bag, everything below would be unobstructed.

The hillside is surrounded by a long red brick wall, and there is a guard tower high enough to take in everything within a radius of several kilometers.

To the sentry post, Zhang Xiaoqiang made a gesture, the two team members quickly crossed the open field with their waists, and touched the sentry post, Zhang Xiaoqiang took the team members to stand in place to observe, only to see two team members quickly through the open field, climbing up along the mountain bag, and soon arrived under the wall, one of the team members pulled the bolt, stepped on the palm of his companion's hand, bounced up with force, threw himself on the wall and aimed inside, and then, he bent down and pulled his companion up to the wall and disappeared into the wall.

When the team members flashed three times with the flashlight on it, Zhang Xiaoqiang led the people to continue to move forward, the road ahead had been opened, and it was time to harvest.

Huang Quan led 300 militiamen along the way, leaving a militia squad every few hundred meters to keep them on standby, and slowly, they approached the mountain bag behind the weapons depot.

Along the foot of the mountain, they continued to advance, Huang Quan thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang would enter through the big iron gate they had entered last time, but when he turned the mountainside, he would arrive, and a huge gap was opened in the wall.

The gap is three meters wide, but there are no scattered bricks and cement in the three-meter-wide gap, which makes people think that there is a supernatural event here, and the wall here suddenly disappears.

There was a team member standing at the gap waiting to answer, and when he arrived at Huangquan, he walked up and whispered:

"The front gate is facing the bird's nest, too many people coming in and out will definitely alarm the big bird, we used the thing that corroded the iron door last time to make a big hole here."

Huang Quan pulled the team members aside, let the militia behind him in, and asked the team members in a low voice:

"Didn't you say there wasn't any last time? Why is it again this time? ”

"Before we left, we went to Director Wang, and asked by the way, Director Wang asked us to go to Dr. Xu's laboratory to ask, and Dr. Xu gave us a bottle, and said that we would ask for it again, let us exchange the live zombies..."

Huang Quan remembered a few key places, Dr. Xu's laboratory, ** zombies, exchange, came back to his senses, and found that all the people had entered the courtyard, looking at him waiting for orders, Huang Quan hurriedly took people and entered the arsenal along the passage behind the building.

As soon as he entered the inside, he went to Zhang Xiaoqiang to patrol the cannon near the door with a strong light, while the other team members unpacked the rifles in the arsenal, stacked ten rifles one by one, and bundled them with the dismantled guns, waiting for the people behind to pick them up.

Huang Quan looked at the stacks of rifles stacked on the ground, and estimated that one person could pick up twenty at a time, and the fifty team members who entered the arsenal with him could pick up a thousand at a time.

Then he calmed down again, there is no need, two more trips are enough, two thousand rifles can fully meet their next expansion plan, the key is ammunition, rifle ammunition and artillery armor-piercing incendiary shells, as well as Zhang Xiaoqiang's longing for millimeter mortar shells and millimeter recoilless gun anti-personnel shells.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention was not focused on the anti-aircraft machine gun in the back, his eyes were always fixed on a Type 4 in front of him. millimeter cannon, then Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, turned his head to Huang Quan beside him and said:

"The Z-type zombie likes to hide in the middle of the corpse group, countless zombies block it, and even sniper rifles can't find it, and the only way to kill it before the zombie tide starts is to concentrate large-scale artillery and do covering shots.

It's a pity, this thing has to have two or three tons, we don't have a towing vehicle, and even if we do, we don't dare drive in, it's too close to the lair, and in case of conflict, we will suffer a lot in the night. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was very regretful, looking at this cannon, he was extremely tempted, although he knew that it was impossible, he always felt a little lost in his heart.

"Brother Cockroach... We found a lot of flatbed trucks in the back of the parking lot, and there are also pumps, so you can use them with a little oil..."

One and the team members ran in and reported to Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Huang Quan's eyes lit up at the same time, and the big shortcomings were made up.

In addition to the vigilant members, fifty militiamen can use a flatbed truck, and a flatbed can stack twenty bundles of guns, that is to say, two militiamen can transport one rifle at a time, Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately decided that after the rifles are loaded to 2,000, all of them will be shipped. Millimeter anti-aircraft machine gun.

Although the caliber of the millimeter anti-aircraft machine gun is about the same as that of the heavy machine gun, the weight is three times heavier than the type, however, under Wang Le's modification, the gun carriage weighing up to kilograms can be discarded and installed on the vehicle for mobile strikes, and there is no problem of ballistic deviation of the heavy machine gun, which is currently suitable for killing zombies with heavy firepower.

For a time, the warehouse was full of people, the militia hung the emergency lights brought by the warehouse, and the dark corners around were all exposed to the light, and the flatbed trucks pushed into the warehouse, and people carefully laid bundles of straw on the car, and then carefully stacked the rifles, and firmly fixed them on the body with the gun belt, and with a low shout, one person pulled the cart, and one person pushed the cart together to the gate.

Before coming, I also considered that some weapons needed to be disassembled, and the team members took out wrenches and other disassembly tools from their backpacks. The dusty canvas jacket of the millimeter anti-aircraft machine gun was removed, the gun body was removed from the gun carriage, the gun body weighing more than 30 kilograms and 130 centimeters long was carefully wrapped in canvas, placed in the wooden box that had previously loaded the rifle, and was stacked on a flatbed truck, a flatbed truck happened to hold ten wooden boxes, and after filling ten flatbed trucks, Zhang Xiaoqiang ordered to stop dismantling and set his sights on the millimeter mortar.