The rest of the food could not be wasted, so the king ate it all, then lit a cigarette and smoked it against the car door.

Through a thin layer of fog, you can see a few zombies wandering in the distance on the road, lonely and desolate.

Ordinary zombies, traveling and staying without purpose, can be seen everywhere.

Zombies don't bring people a good mood, and what makes Wang Tu feel relieved is that the combat effectiveness of the two soldiers trained is not low.

I asked them both before.

The M60 machine gun of GI 1 can be loaded with 100 rounds at a time, and the GI has a base number of bullets, which is 1000 rounds.

The PPSH-41 submachine gun of Mobilization No. 1 is equipped with a detachable drum with a capacity of 71 rounds.

According to his own words, if the gun is loaded with more than 65 rounds of ammunition in actual use, it may not be able to supply ammunition normally, so it is generally only loaded with about 65 rounds.

He carried two drums and four magazines with a capacity of 32 rounds, and two Molotov cocktails hanging from his waist.

The barracks refresh their ammunition every three days, and if they don't run out when the deadline expires, they can be added up.

Moreover, the barracks has a storage function, which can be opened after deducting ten merit points.

This is a pretty good benefit, after all, even the most powerful firearm is like a burning stick if it lacks bullets.

What is more distressing is that the soldier's M60 machine gun bullets are equipped with M13 bullet chains and are packed in a cardboard magazine, and such ten small boxes are packed in a larger moisture-proof wooden box.

They weigh more than 70 pounds.

If Private 1 had carried all the bullets with him, he would have basically no aisles.

In desperation, he went to the king's disciples and received orders: one machine gun was loaded, one was placed in the armed mining truck, and the remaining eight boxes were stored in the barracks.

The king's request for two soldiers was simple.

Now there are still few people, try to travel lightly, the firepower can be relatively poor, but you must ensure that you can run at a critical time.

Running for your life, when outnumbered, is not an act of shame.

Although if the attack is carried out with all its might, only the firepower of the large soldiers and mobilized troops can sweep half the street.

But Wang Tu didn't think that his head was hard enough to provoke hundreds of thousands of zombies in the entire old city.

Good guns, bullet feet, cold and hot weapons are the most successful creations of mankind, bringing infinite security to people in danger.

With the black technology of the Red Police, it is quite simple to make heat weapons, and it is no wonder that they are so generous.

If you think about it this way, it may be quite interesting in the future.

The fog gradually dissipated.

In his sight, there were more zombies, and in the eyes of the king, the murderous aura accumulated more and more.

"I'll do my best...... Rest in peace. ”

After a long time, throwing away the cigarette butt, Wang Tu withdrew his cold gaze and exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

"It's just 400,000 zombies."

"I'm afraid what's wrong?"

With that, jump into the cab and light the fire.

"Let's go."

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

The mining truck drove towards the city clothed in the morning glow, and from the perspective of the mountaintop, the heaven and earth were like a giant curtain, which was buckled upside down to cover the long street of buildings that shone in golden sunlight.

And it's so small, like an ant.

So, when you go far, it seems to be gradual...... Engulfed by heavy, majestic beasts.

……

Piles of plastic bags, cartons, drink bottles, and other items were thrown out and carried to all corners by the wind.

Rustling......

In the shadow of the old building off the exterior wall, a crimson beast emerged.

With its slender tail, sharp teeth, and agile steps, it crept out into the streets, gnawing at the sparse bones discarded in the gutter.

While eating, his ears trembled, and he tilted his head to listen for a while, and turned into a black shadow alertly, hiding in a place where he could not see.

It is about the size of a cat, but depending on its habits...... It's more like a species that people don't like – rats.

Not long after, on the other side of the long street, a heavy machine and equipment slowly drove up. The chain ran over the dark asphalt road, and a strange sound was heard far away.

In the carriage, the mobilized soldier carried his rifle diagonally, squatted outside the shooter's warehouse, and put his hand on the trigger.

The king was driving, chewing gum in his mouth.

Next to him, the soldier's eyes were blazing, vigilant to move along the street.

The machine gun was placed on the mat under his feet, and since the barrel was too long, it took up a lot of space, and he had to curl up his stout lower body as much as possible.

The king did not give him an order, but only told him not to use machine guns unless there were special circumstances, so as not to attract too many zombies to come.

So he held his secondary weapon in his hand, a black M9 pistol that was standard for GIs.

There are various types of cars parked on the road, touching and colliding with each other, and they are forcibly connected into a long steel dragon of various colors.

The broken bodies, most of which were missing their upper bodies, were tightly bound by twisted and flattened car parts, layered layer after layer, and black-red, air-dried organs could still be seen through the cracks.

As the dead, they were lucky, at least they died happily. Moreover, even zombies are helpless about this kind of food that they can't eat at all.

The ruptured tank was leaking gasoline and engine oil, and a strong suffocating smell was permeating, mixed with scarlet and dark blood.

The girl sat in the rest seat behind the seat, dozing off and trying to open her eyes.

When he was dazed, he heard the cold voice of the king.

"Get out of the car."

Directly in front of the road, three heavy tankers transporting beer and about 10 meters long collided with each other, knocking out a terrifying crack in the roadside building, and the cab was destroyed and could no longer find its shape.

People who fled by car in the nearby community have been cut off from their hopes of survival.

The mining cart can't go any deeper.

"Let's go down the trail and remember, don't shoot indiscriminately."

"Yes, sir."

When the two soldiers got out of the car, Wang Tu locked the car door, and then opened the back compartment of the mining truck and released the police dog, which was in his pocket.

"Don't shout, don't make any noise. Remember to mask the smell on your body with perfume. ”

After telling the girl who stayed behind, he pulled out the military thorn, rubbed it on his clothes, and held it in his backhand.

"Follow me."

Immediately, with a police dog in front, Wang Tu in the middle, and mobilizers and soldiers in the final formation, three people and one dog flexibly crossed the street fence and went into the alley.

There are no shortage of wandering zombies, most of them scratching their fingernails on the walls.

Probably instinct tells them that when the nails grow to a certain length, they will bend and curle, and they will no longer be lethal.

The king's disciples were treated with special treatment, that is, spraying clothes with a large amount of perfume, so as to deceive the sense of smell of these dead objects.

It seems to be very successful, and if you are guaranteed to be twenty meters away, you will not cause any commotion.