The machine gunners were very excited. Even though their skills were lacking, the feeling of firing a gun was very satisfying. They howled loudly, the howling of wolves mixed with the deafening sound of the machine gun. In addition to the scattered sounds of the rifles behind them, it gave people the feeling that this was a battlefield. Some of the zombies did not die after being shot down. They dragged their broken legs and continued to crawl towards the position. From time to time, bullets would pierce through their bodies, taking away a piece of flesh or bone. But as long as they were not hit in the head or spine, they would continue to crawl forward.
The machine gunners were very excited, they only had eyes for the standing zombies and did not care about the zombies that crawled over. The women who were the assistant machine gunners were completely focused on the task in front of them. In order to ensure the continuous firing of the machine gun, they constantly inserted new cartridges into the gun and smoothed out the cartridges to keep up with the firing speed of the machine gun. They only had eyes for the bullets and the machine gun, and did not even notice the zombies that were right in front of them.
On the other hand, the combat team that was holding the rifles became nervous when they saw the zombies approaching. The older members knew what the result would be if they retreated, so they all started to prepare for close combat. Zhang Huai An's subordinates had never experienced something like this before. Seeing the zombies that were about to reach their feet, one of the men threw away his rifle and ran backwards. This time, all the combat team turned their heads to look at him. The others seemed to want to learn from the previous man and escape. Zhang Huai An became anxious when he saw this. He pulled out his pistol and loaded it, pointing it at the men and shouted: "Continue to fire, whoever dares to run, I will kill them."
After saying that, he turned around and shot at the man who was trying to escape. His aim was not very good, and he could only see a few bullets flying past the man's body.
But not a single bullet was able to hit him, and the closest bullet only took off a corner of the man's clothes.
He stared at the car at the foot of the hill, praying in his heart that he would not be shot by the bullets behind him. Every gunshot behind him was recorded in his heart. The crisp sound of the pistol was almost drowned out by the sounds of the machine gun and rifle firing, but the weak sound of the pistol was so distinct in his ears. Every shot was like a drum beating in his heart, one shot … two shots … six shots … seven shots … his heart relaxed a lot. He knew that the pistol was out of bullets, and the time that Zhang Huai An had to reload was enough for him to run 50m away. A smile hung on his lips, he was glad that he had escaped. His target was the car that was parked at the foot of the hill, as long as he got in the car, then why couldn't he go?
There was a person standing in front, it seemed to be the boss who always had a stern face. What was he holding?
Ha!
There was no gun, just a dull sword, haha!
As long as there was no gun, what was there for him to be afraid of?
Could he not dodge?
He suddenly increased his speed and ran diagonally towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's side. He only needed to increase the distance between him and Zhang Xiaoqiang, then he would definitely be able to escape.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked coldly at the man who was running diagonally towards him. He had been paying attention to the entire camp, regardless of whether it was the approaching zombies or the frenzied gunners, they were all in his eyes. When some of the injured zombies were crawling on the ground, he knew, but he did not care. His subordinates not only had to be accurate in long range shooting, they had to be ruthless in close combat as well. He only paid attention to the emotions of every member of the combat team. He was satisfied with the performance of the gunners, satisfied with the lady who fed the machine guns. When he saw that the older members had started to use their bayonets, he was very pleased. But when he saw that Zhang Huai An's subordinates were running away, his face turned as black as a fat chef's wok.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not pull out the desert eagle from his waist, he just held the Jing Wei Sword and waited for him. Using a gun to kill him would be letting him off too easily. When the man saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have a gun in his hands, he smiled, causing Zhang Xiaoqiang to despise him even more. Zhang Xiaoqiang's Jing Wei Sword was over a meter long, and the man ran 2 meters away from Zhang Xiaoqiang. Just as he was about to rush past Zhang Xiaoqiang, he suddenly felt his legs turn cold and his legs go numb. He was still running with all his might.
He suddenly realized that he was flying, not upwards, but downwards. "Peng …." The right side of his face fell onto the ground that was covered with coarse sand and pebbles. The huge inertia caused his body to roll on the ground, the skin on his face was scraped off by the pebbles, revealing his dark red muscles and white gums. Following that, blood flowed out rapidly, dying the ground below his head red. A huge pain came from his legs, and from the angle where he fell, he could see his legs behind him. He rolled on the ground and howled loudly, but the coarse sand and pebbles did not feel anything from his wounds. As he rolled on the ground, the wounds on his legs continued to spurt out fresh blood. However, this kind of injury was not enough to kill him immediately, and he could only continue to howl in pain as he rolled on the ground. His cries reached the ears of the others, causing them to shiver, but none of them looked back, as they focused on dealing with the zombie in front of them.
With the man struggling on the ground as an example, Zhang Huai An's other subordinates didn't have any thoughts of escaping. They saw the man's miserable state, and they also saw Zhang Xiaoqiang pull out the silver desert eagle from his waist. He held the terrifyingly large pistol and patrolled behind them. The man with the broken leg hugged his broken leg and rolled and wailed behind him. This scene deeply instilled in the minds of the men who wanted to escape. They also learned from their comrades and clumsily pulled out their bayonets and stuck them in the barrel, waiting to engage in close combat.
The usually timid Zhang Huai An picked up the M1 Garand Rifle that had been thrown away. He held the gun barrel and sped up in an instant, rushing to the zombie that was crawling nearby. He raised the rifle with both hands and swung it down with all his might. The dark red solid wood butt ruthlessly smashed into the zombie's head, and a large chunk of the zombie's head immediately caved in. He pulled out the butt of the gun from the zombie's head, and smashed it down on the head of another zombie that was waving its claws. The always timid and cautious old policeman Zhang Huai An's outburst left everyone speechless, especially his former colleagues. They didn't think that the old policeman who was just eating and waiting to die would have such a side to him. Seeing the old policeman's eyes spitting fire as he charged to the front, his subordinates were also inspired. They all rushed behind the old policeman and joined him in slaughtering the zombies that were lying on the ground.
The injured ordinary zombies weren't actually that dangerous. Their psychological deterrence was more frightening than their actual lethality. When the old policeman stood up, everyone's hearts calmed down. They no longer cared about the zombies that were close at hand, and put all their energy into the group of zombies in front of them. The dark red gun butt in the old policeman's hand had already been dyed yellow and black. He brought his subordinates to patrol the frontline. As long as they saw any zombies approaching, whether they were standing or lying down, they would hit them with the butt of the gun. A few men held rifles and walked on the frontline that was piled up with corpses …