Ate and sleep, sleep and eat. Accompanied by the "Eighth Master", Yang Xiaohai spent a week tormented. Even if he didn't want to, he had to face a reality: no matter how frugal he was, his water storage was still at the bottom.

When the water was about to break off, Yang Xiaohai was wearing body armor, wrapping his limbs around a solid iron sheet, and wrapping thick fishing nets around his joints, and standing in front of the monitor with long guns and short guns. With such a dress, Yang Xiaohai really has a bit of a "terminator" flavor. It's a bit nondescript to just carry a plastic bucket on your back.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaohai inserted the black card into the card slot. Before all the black cards were gone, he rushed to the center of the door. On the floor tiles, three rows of weapons are neatly stacked. The first row is also the longest row. Rifles of various models were pressed with bullets, the safety was opened. Quietly horizontally, waiting for Yang Xiaohai's luck.

Less than half a meter after this, several wooden boxes without lids were stacked. All kinds of grenades are neatly stacked in wooden boxes. In the last row are various models of pistols with the same safety open. All of these were obtained from Shemushel and his men, and they were all the arms that Yang Xiaohai could collect.

No sooner had the door cracked open than two infected people fell in. It is only three meters away from Yang Xiaohai. In fact, the entire hall is more than ten meters deep, and ordinary people will not design the battle line so forward. But that's the average person. Yang Xiaohai's marksmanship is even worse than that of ordinary people. So in order to improve the accuracy of shooting, he had to make this strategy.

"Da, da......" The powerful impact of the AK-47 dismembered two infected people struggling in fishing nets. Yang Xiaohai wrapped the recovered fishing nets around iron and wood, and weaved wide thorns in front of the gate. Judging by the two sluggish figures of the fishing nets, these gadgets are quite useful.

It's a long story, but it's only a moment. With AK's slightly dull roar, the scene of the slaughter began. As soon as Yang Xiaohai's index finger pulled the trigger, four "infected people" came in through the crack in the door. They screamed and tripped over fishing nets, and then wrapped in fishing nets and a pile of debris into rice dumplings. They struggled in vain, and were killed one by one by Yang Xiaohai, who turned the muzzle.

AK's strong recoil hit his shoulder sore, but Yang Xiaohai didn't dare to be distracted and move his shoulder. Just because he had just killed four, a bunch of "infected" poured up along the sliding door. Seeing that the "infected" group was attracted by the sound of gunfire behind the door, Yang Xiaohai dragged down the hanging grenade.

As the ring was pulled open, a puff of white smoke was thrown into the air with a hissing sound. Yang Xiaohai threw so hard that he didn't hold down the muzzle of the gun, and a thin "infected" stepped on his companion and pounced. At this time, Yang Xiaohai had not had time to withdraw his left hand, and it was extremely difficult to hold the AK alone in his right hand, so he could only watch it pounce into his arms.

As soon as the thin "infected" threw himself into Yang Xiaohai's arms, his five fingers contracted and scratched several times. But they were entangled in their nails by sturdy fishing nets. Even though he pulled out a spark from the hanging steel plate, it still didn't break Yang Xiaohai's defense. Probably thinking that scratching was ineffective, it instinctively opened its big mouth and bit down on Yang Xiaohai's neck.

If it bites hard, within a few bites, it can bite off Yang Xiaohai's not very thick neck, and then lose his life. At this time, there was a "boom" not far away, and the densely crawling "infected people" were blown into minced meat.

A scorching wave of air rushed in, and more infected were pushed through the door. Yang Xiaohai had an extra burden on his body, but he didn't delay catching a mouth that was quickly bitten out of the corner of his eye. In a hurry, there was no time to do anything to deal with it, so he could only shake his upper body violently, causing the black teeth that were biting his neck to fall on his shoulders.

The bite force was so great that even the steel under the nets was deformed. Yang Xiaohai frowned slightly, and his empty right hand slid to his waist. Allowing the "infected" on his body to gnaw wildly, he aimed AK at the monster entangled in the fishing net. After a burst of strafing, AK's magazine was empty.

60 bullets, only less than ten were blown up, this is still with the blessing of fishing nets, I have to say that Yang Xiaohai's marksmanship is really bad enough. Yang Xiaohai let go of his right hand and threw away the empty bullet AK. With a snap of his hand, he picked up a rifle. Without aiming, he shot at the wriggling target on the ground.

The "sand eagle" in his left hand pressed against the temple of the infected who was gnawing and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" "Poof!" He ignored the slimy stain, and the left hand was flat, and the remaining six bullets were all vented at once. The "Sand Eagle", who was almost unable to leave, smashed into an "infected" who was almost about to jump up with a gorgeous parabola, and Yang Xiaohai picked up a rifle from the left side of his body. Quasi-head? it.

At this moment, the doors are wide open, and countless infected people are pouring in. With a turn of the gun, it can aim at at least several heads. As long as you don't hit the sky, you can kill a few people with your eyes closed. At this moment, Yang Xiaohai only hated that he had a few hands missing, where could he take care of anything else. With full attention, there are still fish that have slipped through the net. Several thin and agile "infected" stepped on their companions and climbed over the thorns and hung on Yang Xiaohai's body.

The homemade armor was strong, but it had limits. After blocking his fangs and claws a few times, he fell apart and was bitten to pieces by the "Infected". Without the outermost layer of protection, Yang Xiaohai could only watch the "infected" gnaw at him. Although it will not break the defense, the taste of being bitten through the fishing net is not pleasant. When the force of the bite caused pain, Yang Xiaohai's eyes gradually turned red.

Time passed minute by minute, and the scratches on the clothes increased one by one. Although he dodged all life-threatening attacks, he gradually trembled from the pervasive pain. Yang Xiaohai knew that both the armor on his body and his physical fitness were almost at the limit.

The rifle had already been used for a while, and empty guns were thrown everywhere. It's not that there are no bullets, it's that there is no time to load.

At this time, Yang Xiaohai was shooting with a pistol with one hand. In the end, he was still inexperienced, and it was not until the rifle was empty that he realized that at close range, a pistol was better than a rifle, and it was much more efficient to fire with one hand than with both hands. Relying on the accuracy of hindsight, Yang Xiaohai built a layer of corpses on top of the thorns.

When the pistol was half-fired, the dark and dark doorway was empty, revealing a distant view. Yang Xiaohai gasped and mechanically pulled the trigger with his stiff and whitish fingers. After pinning several infected people in front of him to the pile of corpses, he realized that there was nothing standing beside him. Throwing away the empty guns, he quickly picked up two loaded pistols.

"Meow come, Lao Tzu is still poking at a hundred pounds, don't bite it!"

Yang Xiaohai, whose eyes were red and sweaty and sweaty, knelt on one knee, still maintaining a shooting posture.

"Knock", a dull sound came from behind him, Yang Xiaohai was agitated, and hurriedly turned the muzzle. There was nothing behind him, not even a ghost.

It turned out that the rope tied to the 5kg large white bucket was broken. The empty barrel fell to the ground without shackles, and let out an unwilling cry of pain.

"Fetching water? Hehe......" pursed his dry lips, and Yang Xiaohai regained a little calm. Standing up and looking around, Yang Xiaohai couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Just by opening the door, almost all the firearms were used. If there are a few more waves, do you want him to fight with an empty gun? Or, the grenade is wiped out? Looking at the pile of grenades that had barely moved, Yang Xiaohai smiled bitterly again.

This is just an ordinary "infected", if it is a fierce general, even if there is only one, Yang Xiaohai will definitely die. With two guns on the ground, he shouted hoarsely, and stood up tremblingly. Up and down the body, there is hardly a place that does not hurt. However, there was no wound in the end. It's just a door, and the price is too high.

With his long and narrow eyes staring, Yang Xiaohai cast his gaze out of the door. The shadow is sufficient, and it is not clear to see. Suppressing the pain all over his body, Yang Xiaohai grabbed the white plastic bucket, took two grenades, and stepped on the remains and walked out the door. The autumn wind with water vapor blew, blowing away the fishy smell and blowing up the gunsmoke. At the end of the eyesight, the gray shadow flickered again and again.

Yang Xiaohai stared at it for a while and found that those guys were all coming for him. Seeing that there were still a few hundred meters left, Yang Xiaohai walked to the display screen outside, wiped off the stains on it, and took back the magnetic card. Limped, Yang Xiaohai burrowed into the depths of the "shelter".

After the iron door representing safety was closed, Yang Xiaohai threw away the pistol. He staggered back to his room, fell into bed, and fell into a deep sleep. The battle of less than half an hour consumed all Yang Xiaohai's energy, so much so that he fell into the warm and soft futon tiredly.

Just as he was sleeping, outside the gate, in a mess, a large number of "infected" were ushered in again. They quickly filled the void of their kind, howling and scratching in displeasure, trying to break through the immovable iron door.

Time slipped away quietly, and the next morning, that is, after 24 o'clock when he tried to fetch water, Yang Xiaohai woke up. As usual, a strong urge to urinate hit him and threw him out of bed. Unlike usual, he was hungry and thirsty.

That feeling of heartburn is not unfamiliar. As early as when he was transformed into an adult, he experienced a more intense taste. He didn't bother to look for the shoes he had lost last night, and ran barefoot down the hall. Rushing to the kitchen, he found that the leftovers had not been confiscated, so he grabbed a stack of compressed biscuits and went up to the hall.

Passing by the remains of the body he shot yesterday, Yang Xiaohai got into the "toilet" that was transparent everywhere. In the stench of disgusting, Yang Xiaohai did not have any residue left in the thick stack of biscuits in his hand. After solving the physiological problem, he walked over to the pile of remains.

Looking at yesterday's results, Yang Xiaohai couldn't be happy, "It's not okay to always be blocked, but what will happen in the future." "There's nothing he can do about his current predicament. The end of his nose was filled with an unpleasant stench, and Yang Xiaohai sniffled in distress.