Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded and walked in with more than forty people, he didn't use blood to lure the zombies out, most of the zombies were locked in cells, blood was useless except to cause them crazy, the third son stepped forward with nine elites to overtake Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then heard a few low shots from the 95-style rifle, and the zombies with teeth and claws fell to the ground one after another, the third son led the way in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed in the middle, and the other combat teams followed closely behind.

Walking through the parking lot and following the third son into the main building, the third son led people to clear the scattered zombies in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang crossed a fresh or old zombie corpse, stepped on the brass bullet casings all over the ground and followed behind, the messy ground was covered with dust, dust was everywhere, on the zombie corpses, on the black and dry bloodstains, on the dull bullet casings, and on the white bones, in the middle of a pile of white bones, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a Bayi rifle stained with black blood, he bent down and picked up the rifle from the white bones, The gun body was also covered with dust, and the black cut-proof gloves on Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand were covered with a layer of white ash, he removed the magazine, and the thick 7.62mm bullet lay quietly in the magazine, he stuck the magazine back into the gun, pulled the bolt to open the safety, and pulled the trigger on the white wall in front of him, "Da ......" The white wall skin and the cement ash of the wall fell on the floor one after another, and three irregular bullet holes appeared on the wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the rifle in his hand into the hands of the combat squad members behind him, and continued to walk forward, with Zhang Xiaoqiang's demonstration, his subordinates began to check the ground, and picked up the rifle or magazine when they saw it, even if the empty magazine was not disgusted, Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the gunfire in front of him become dense halfway through, he led people to step forward quickly, walked to an exit and saw the three sons and nine elites and fought and retreated, and retreated to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, and the dense zombies behind them were surging in, Zhang Xiaoqiang greeted him with a beast horn gun, and answered the three sons at the exit and they retreated.

The exit is not big, the three of them can seal the exit side by side, Zhang Xiaoqiang kept stabbing the zombies one by one, and turned around and returned when he saw that all the local team members had retreated into the corridor, and then the three shields sealed the exit, and the dense zombies were crowded together on the shield, and the team members holding the shield continued to squeeze backwards, and the team members holding the shield gritted their teeth, bowed their heads and pushed out of the shield with their shoulders, but the zombies were too dense, the corpses were more powerful, and the shield bearers were pushed by the zombies and involuntarily retreated, Seeing the crisis, the other team members came behind the shield bearer, leaning on their bodies and exerting their strength to squeeze the zombies out.

Dozens of big men have crowded together to move forward, but the zombies on the opposite side are still gathering here, both sides are deadlocked, Zhang Xiaoqiang is holding the desert eagle and walking around behind the man, the battle team and the zombies are entangled, he has no better way, the third son and the nine so-called elites are also crowded inside, they are also staring at the eyes like others, puffing up all their strength to squeeze the zombies out, and the third son is still puffing loudly while exerting his strength.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the grenade stuck on his belt and wanted to throw it out, but in the end he stopped hesitantly, his men were stuck in the middle of the corridor, and it was easy to throw it out, but God knows if the fragments of the grenade explosion would hurt the team members? Moreover, the sound of the explosion and the air wave will also have an impact, Zhang Xiaoqiang has too few manpower, and he cannot afford to lose.

Suddenly, a skinny S-shaped zombie jumped on the head of the corpse group and quickly crawled towards this side, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the S-shaped zombie crawling towards this side with his hands and feet, he didn't dare to be careless, and pulled the trigger of the desert eagle when he raised his hand. "I'm afraid of ......" After a crisp sound, the right eye of the S-shaped zombie burst out with a black blood flower and fell on the top of the corpses' heads, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his pistol and turned his head to look behind him, Shangguan Qiaoyun was putting down the butt of the Garand gun from his shoulder.

Then a gust of wind swept through Zhang Xiaoqiang's ears, a figure in a windbreaker flashed past him, the madman Guo Fei jumped on an elite shoulder with the long-handled straight knife, stepped on the shoulders of the person in front of him and ran forward, he was short, holding the knife in his right hand in the uneven shoulders of everyone and moving in the direction of the zombies, and when he reached the last line of defense composed of iron shields and the arms stretched out by countless zombies, he jumped up violently and stepped over the arms of the iron shields and zombies to the shoulders of the zombies on the opposite side, holding the knife with both hands and slashing down to the right, Broken black arms flew into the sky with claws.

Countless claws stretched out from his feet to grab his legs and feet, and when the closest paw to him was only a line away from his trouser leg, he jumped down to the S-shaped zombie corpse that was put on the head by the corpse group, this time he didn't stop, stepped on the zombie's shoulder or head and ran behind the corpse, just when he reached the edge of the corpse group and jumped up to get ready to go behind the zombie, another S-shaped zombie jumped into the air and pounced on him, he swirled in the air with a straight knife to avoid the claws of the S-shaped zombie and fell to the ground, The S-shaped zombie that threw itself in the air split into two from its waist and fell to the edge of the corpse group, slowly sinking.

Guo Fei's madness can only be seen by Zhang Xiaoqiang and Shangguan Qiaoyun, everyone else is huddled together, only to feel that the shoulders are sinking, and they don't feel anything, seeing Guo Fei's performance, Zhang Xiaoqiang's jaw almost fell to the ground, where is this to kill zombies, this is obviously going to die?

Guo flew to the back of the corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't see his situation clearly through the dense corpses, and he had no other thoughts and considerations about his own death, everyone was responsible for themselves.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the zombies on the edge of the corpse group turned around and pounced back, first one by two, and then a group of two, the men who were competing with the corpse group obviously felt that the strength of the corpse group was slowly fading, they shouted the number and pushed the corpse group out step by step, at first very slowly, and then faster and faster, the crowd cheered, they all squeezed the zombies out of the exit, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that there was a shadow in the middle of the corpse group constantly flickering in the middle, and the zombies rolled to the ground silently "Ha......" A shield knocked a zombie to the ground, ......the bayonet on the Garand rifle stabbed into the zombie's temple, a cowhide military shoe stepped on its slightly twitching head and pulled out the bayonet, "pop pop ......" The three sons and the two elites stood together, the nine-millimeter pistol in their hands kept sending a particle bullet into the zombie's head, and the elite team of ten people used their pistols to shoot at the zombies around them, with their accurate shooting, one zombie after another kept falling, Zhang Xiaoqiang's beast horn gun or straight stab, Or obliquely pumped, or raised, one by one the zombies kept falling at his feet, as he went deeper and deeper in the corpse group, he felt that the spear in his hand was no longer good to use, so he flipped over like a javelin and held it in his hand and threw it to the chest of a D-type zombie in the distance, the horn gun drew an arc in the air to pierce the chest of the D-type zombie, the sharp horn gun passed through its body and was nailed to the ground, and the D-type zombie was firmly nailed to the chest by the horn gun and couldn't move.