What Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know was that this group of people admired Zhang Xiaoqiang for leading 20 people to block the 2000 zombies. They all knew that the zombies had to be shot in the head to be killed. How could you have the time to aim when there were 2000 zombies?
But Zhang Xiaoqiang's subordinates were tough. When the zombies were within 10 meters of them, they didn't panic. Not a single one of them turned around and ran, unlike them who could only fight with the wind. When they saw that there weren't many zombies, they would swarm in, and when they saw that there were many zombies, they would run.
Wang Chong picked up the rifle and looked at the zombies that had died at his feet with lingering fear. His hands didn't stop, he reloaded and continued to shoot at the zombies. He didn't have time to be sentimental, the hardships of the apocalypse had already ground him into a man of steel. Right now he was a soldier, as long as he didn't die, he would continue to fight until he fell.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around to look at the other Type S zombie. He saw that the zombie that he had shot a few holes in was like a weak girl being abused by a few men. Zhang Xiaoqiang's new subordinates held onto shovels and hammers, madly hitting the twitching Type S zombie on the ground. These men were squeezed too tightly together, and the men behind with tools were shouting at the people inside, telling them to get out of the way so they could have some fun. When the crowd dispersed, the Type S zombie had also turned into a pile of meat paste. A few men saw the zombies swaying on the parapet. They shouted excitedly and rushed towards the zombies, followed by a group of men carrying weapons. Zhang Xiaoqiang was still in a daze, he had never seen such initiative in killing zombies. It couldn't be said to be initiative, it should be said to be fanatical. The 30 men all rushed up, regardless of height, regardless of age, everyone shouted loudly, the weapons in their hands hitting the zombies' heads. It was like a sudden gust of wind blew past, and when the crowd dispersed, the dozens of zombies that stopped by the wall did not even have a single one left standing.
The other storefronts along the street were similar to the internet cafes. They were messy and dilapidated, and there were traces and corpses left behind by people who had given up all hope. He raised his head to look at the mountain. The vegetation on the mountain peak was still lush, except for the large patches of withered yellow. He looked at the distant viaduct. The towering viaduct was showing off its former glory. He raised his head to look at the sky again. Today was a day without the sun. The gloomy clouds and the gloomy sky were just like how he felt at this moment. A gloomy feeling was pressing down on his heart, and he couldn't let it out for a long time. He continued walking forward …
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the empty street. Right now, the entire town belonged to Zhang Xiaoqiang. He stood at the center of the town and looked at the various buildings that had weathered through the wind and rain. He watched as his subordinates broke open the doors and rushed into the houses to carry out all kinds of supplies. He didn't know why, but he lost the joy he had in the past. His heart became more and more gloomy. Yang Ke-er brought the little girl to a grocery store and tore open packets of snacks. Like feeding a puppy, she constantly stuffed all kinds of snacks into the little girl's mouth. The little girl didn't refuse and ate as much as there was. Yang Ke-er's crescent moon like eyes slightly tilted up, she was very happy.
No matter how many zombies there were, they couldn't fill up the fireworks of the muzzle. As time passed, the crowd of zombies slowly decreased. When the last wave of gunfire stopped, there wasn't a single zombie that could stand in front of them. The members of the combat team all threw away their rifles and leaned against the parapet to rest. Zhang Xiaoqiang held his silver pistol and patrolled the parapet. The area that had been preset as the battlefield was filled with layers upon layers of zombies. The ground that was previously black with a hint of yellow in it was now filled with corpses. Most of the zombies were missing limbs, they had been hit by machine gun bullets. Many of the zombies had been turned into dismembered corpses, their limbs scattered everywhere. There were also many zombies that were still emitting green smoke, half of their bodies were buried in thick mud, they had been killed by mortars or grenades … Everyone was very happy.
A few days ago, there were a lot of items from the construction site, but those construction materials and machinery were of no use to them. They couldn't get any spoils of war, all the spoils of war belonged to the base. Of course, they wouldn't say much, but to be able to get some spoils of war that could be used by them was still the happiest. They were grateful to Zhang Xiaoqiang, this was also the first time they had laughed heartily after the arrival of the apocalypse, releasing all the depression and depression they had suppressed in the past through laughter …
Looking at these people laughing heartily, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel happy at all. He walked alone on the lonely long street, passing by the various kinds of rubbish and scattered bones on the ground. On both sides of the street were small shops, he even saw a small internet cafe. The internet cafe wasn't big, it could only hold 20 computers. The internet cafe was very messy, there were pushed over chairs, an old box type monitor that had fallen to the ground, a dull coloured sports shoe was pressed down by a beverage display cabinet on the ground, not far from the sports shoe was a dark brown dried up blood stain, some scattered white bones in the blood stain showed the tragic past.
"Bang …" The door was kicked open, three men holding shields and flashlights rushed in, then they heard from inside, "Safe … Safe … No zombies!"
Then a few empty-handed men walked in and started rummaging through the cabinets and cabinets, bags of rice, dried meat, quilts, bags of clothes, and miscellaneous tools were all carried out. The cooperation of the few people was like flowing water, in less than 10 minutes, the house was basically empty except for a few large electrical appliances and thick furniture. After the last person's figure flashed out, the house became quiet again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's combat team and temporary engineering team were also very happy, they carried all kinds of supplies and laughed loudly. Some people were even arguing over some novel small spoils of war, and after a while more spoils of war were discovered, they put down their arguments and went forward to get a share. The three assistant machine gunners each carried a large backpack, they were disdainful of the men's fighting over the spoils of war, their targets were some daily necessities, shampoo, shower gel, sisters, cleansing cream, hand cream, etc. These things that were randomly thrown on the ground by the men were then picked up by them and thrown into the backpack behind them. They were like treasure hunters roaming through ancient ruins, from time to time there would be surprised screams, followed by a burst of sweet laughter that floated through the quiet town, mixed with some words like grass and dried meat …..
On the messy battlefield, the densely packed zombies were like dead fish piled up on the beach, layer upon layer, the highest place had already formed a small mound of corpses that was a meter high. Some of the zombies that had their limbs broken but weren't seriously injured were still wriggling in the pile of corpses, they still wanted to climb out and continue to bite the fresh meat in front of them. One by one, the men holding bayonets or shovels walked through the dense pile of corpses, as long as they saw a zombie moving, they would either send a bullet into its head, flipping its skull open, or use a shiny shovel to fiercely chop off its head …..