"Meow!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted again, but the Meow did not respond. Instead, the buried D3 let out a deafening roar. Countless bricks and stones flew into the sky, and a huge figure could be vaguely seen in the dust.
"Ah!
I will tear you asshole apart!! "
Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was red and twisted, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. With a cracking sound, he actually broke one of his teeth, and then he spat out the broken teeth with blood. Zhang Xiaoqiang's veins were bulging on his forehead, and his hair was standing on end. A swift figure suddenly rushed towards the D3.
At that moment, looking at the back of Zhang Xiaoqiang, Tie Zhongyuan closed his eyes with a complicated expression. Zhang Xiaoqiang had launched a quixotic charge. The only similarity between Zhang Xiaoqiang and Don Quixote was that they were both charging towards an opponent that humans could not possibly defeat. The only difference was that the windmill was more harmless than the D3.
Tie Zhongyuan did not know how to face Zhang Xiaoqiang. This ally was suspicious and unpredictable. Zhang Xiaoqiang had wanted to kill him, but he had also saved him. He was already in a dilemma, but now that Zhang Xiaoqiang was rushing towards the D3, Tie Zhongyuan did not know what to feel.
Tie Zhongyuan had always carried the name of the Golden Bloodline, and he was seen as a spoiled brat who relied on his ancestors. No one listened to him, and no one respected him. After becoming an evolver, he was brimming with confidence. The second evolution had made him a stronger evolver than Qi Ge, and the first time he attacked, he had turned his enemy into meat paste.
But when it came to the battle with Zhang Xiaoqiang, he was stuck. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang could not do anything to him, he could not do anything to Zhang Xiaoqiang either. When it came to the battle with the D2, he was almost killed by the D2, and it was Zhang Xiaoqiang who killed the D2 right in front of him. When he faced the D3, he only felt deep fear. But Zhang Xiaoqiang had taken the initiative to rush forward, and it made him feel like the distance between him and Zhang Xiaoqiang was infinitely large.
His relationship with Zhang Xiao Qiang was complicated, and he had to be on guard against him at the same time. It could be said that he wished for Zhang Xiao Qiang to die, so that he would have one less threat that could kill him at any time. However, he also did not wish for Zhang Xiao Qiang to die. If Zhang Xiao Qiang died, his successor would definitely not cooperate with him, and his tribe would not be able to survive the famine.
No matter how many of his men died in front of him, he would not care. Even if the entire Qie Xue army was wiped out, he would not care. That was his personality. If they died, then they died. No matter how much he wanted, they would not be able to live. But for those who did not die, he would fight for them. Maybe it was his nature, but he did not lack responsibility.
After Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed out, Tie Zhongyuan also rushed out. Before he went out, he shouted in Chinese and Mongolian, "Retreat outside …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was burning with anxiety. He was pressed down by the wall that was more than one meter thick and six meters high. Not to mention the fragile Meow, even the thick-skinned Wan Qiang might not be able to withstand it. For Meow, Zhang Xiaoqiang had a special feeling. She was his only family on the grasslands, and also the only one who jumped onto the bird's back with him and followed him until death.
Yang Ke-er and Yuan Yi, as time passed, became fainter in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind. From time to time, he would miss Mu Peipei. Rather than saying he missed her, it would be more accurate to say that he was worried about the child in her belly. The only thing that made Zhang Xiaoqiang more and more clear was Meow, who was by his side. Unknowingly, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Meow depended on each other on the grasslands, in a place far away from home.
So, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the pain in his heart again. The last time was when Yuan Yi drove the truck into the D2. This time, it was Meow who was pressed down. Unknowingly, Zhang Xiaoqiang had treated Meow as family, a family that he could not abandon.
His throat felt like it was on fire, and his heart felt like it was being fried in a pan of oil. The D3 was roaring in front of him, and the spreading dust had covered its entire body, making it look like a human face.
Numerous zombies that appeared in front of him were beheaded by him. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang only had eyes for the D3. Anything in front of him was an obstacle to his anger. The obstacles were gradually cleared, and the D3's figure became clear. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted and rushed to the D3's side, using the Rat King Blade to cut open the D3's calf joint.
The first attempt was futile. The layer of scales on the D3's body was extremely sturdy, and the Rat King Blade could only cut a shallow mark. It was not easy to cut deeper.
The D3's roar came to an abrupt stop, and it turned around to claw at Zhang Xiaoqiang. Lowering his head to dodge the claw that grazed his scalp, Zhang Xiaoqiang circled behind the D3, and continued to cut deeper into the black scales. The second cut was more powerful than the first. The blade flew up, and half of the scales were sent flying.
The D3 felt the pain in its leg, and took a deep breath. It roared out in anger, and an invisible wave of air pushed away the dust surrounding the zombie. Zhang Xiaoqiang was still jumping around, and the zombie's elephant leg fiercely rammed towards him. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have the speed of Meow, and could only dodge sideways. His chest was grazed by the zombie's leg, and with a muffled groan, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt as if he had been hit by a truck, and immediately flew backwards into the rubble.
The second muffled groan, and Zhang Xiaoqiang slid across the ground, knocking away a few large pieces of rubble, and fell head first into the countless sacks. Following that, a layer of white rice shot up into the sky, and the pearl-like white rice scattered in all directions like raindrops. Zhang Xiaoqiang smashed through the layers of rice in the air, and continued to rush towards the D3.
The D3 ran towards Zhang Xiao Qiang, as a white thread screeched out and coiled around the D3's neck. The thick neck of the D3 shuddered under the force of the white thread, as sparks and black scales flew out. The D3 wanted to roar, but it could not do so. It slapped its own throat, and 7 or 8 white bone plates flew out in an arc as they fell to the ground.
Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that it was Tie Zhongyuan who had come to support him, but he didn't have the mood to sigh. He rushed to the middle of the D3's legs, raised his gun, and aimed at the D3's little brother.
Even though at the D3 stage, that thing had basically degenerated, Zhang Xiaoqiang still believed that the D3 was a man's mutation. He didn't believe that the D3 had also mutated into a man's weak spot. 15 consecutive shots rang out, and Zhang Xiaoqiang brushed past the zombie.
The zombie let out an angry roar, and turned to rush towards Zhang Xiaoqiang. As it ran, the scattered bricks and cement on the ground were kicked into the air, and countless pieces of construction debris flew towards Zhang Xiaoqiang. As Zhang Xiaoqiang dodged the bricks, his eyes were glued to the D3's crotch. In the end, he had to admit that his efforts were futile, and he could only continue sawing at the joints of the D3's legs.
Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed towards the zombie, and the 24 moons caught up to him from behind, rushing towards the D3's eyes. Tie Zhongyuan gave up on the spinning bone disc, and used it as a flywheel to fly towards the D3. The huge force of the disc hit the D3's eyes, and the D3's eyes had long since degenerated, and a layer of white powder exploded on the zombie's face.
The bone disc continuously smashed into the D3's face, and the D3's head was raised up high, and its body couldn't help but retreat. Zhang Xiaoqiang roared as he rushed forward, and first jumped onto the D3's knee, then onto its thigh, and finally stepped on the D3's raised chest. He reached the zombie's neck, and raised the Rat King Blade, and slashed at the zombie's throat. Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a mad tiger, and the hand holding the blade flashed like an aurora movie, and slashed at the zombie's throat.
The zombie suddenly took a step back, and in the next moment, 10 pieces of bricks that weighed 10 jin fell from the sky, continuously smashing into the zombie's head. The bricks shattered, and the zombie was smashed back again, and finally tripped. A cloud of dust rose up, and just as Tie Zhongyuan waved his hand to collect the scattered sharp steel pieces, a figure rushed out from the cloud of dust.
The figure was rushing towards him, and the figure didn't rush over by himself, but was instead thrown out by something. In the blink of an eye, the figure was right in front of him, and the 30 steel pieces were still spinning. As long as it was pushed forward, the steel pieces would be able to cut off the person's head.
Just like how Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated when he attacked Tie Zhongyuan, Tie Zhongyuan also hesitated when he attacked Zhang Xiaoqiang. The killing intent in his heart only appeared for a moment before it was suppressed, and the steel pieces separated like butterflies. Zhang Xiaoqiang took advantage of the momentum, and somersaulted twice before landing beside him. Following that, the 30 steel pieces were shot out like bone discs.
The huge black shadow slowly stood up from the dust, as though it was an unkillable supervillain. 30 pieces of steel shrapnel covered its upper body in a disorderly manner. Following that, the 30 pieces of twisted steel shrapnel were reflected in all directions. Even Zhang Xiao Qiang was reflected by 3 or 4 of the deformed steel shrapnel. Waving the Rat King Blade to deflect the flying shrapnel, Zhang Xiao Qiang looked at Tie Zhongyuan beside him.