When the rain of rats stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang climbed up to the roof to observe the results of his battle, while a dozen of his team members searched the yard for rats that were still alive after the explosion. The stairs leading to the roof were now filled with rat corpses, and Zhang Xiaoqiang endured the nauseating feeling of stepping on the corpses as he climbed up to the roof.
Shanghai Qiaoyun's gunshot was like a signal, and everyone on the roof started firing. The concentrated bullets formed a net of fire in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the large rats were torn apart by the net of fire. Zhang Xiaoqiang had the time to observe his surroundings. There were not many rats that had entered the wall, only about a hundred of them. These rats were deformed, their two front legs matched their current body shape, but their hind legs were much stronger than their front legs. They were used to crouching, and if they were to stand up, Zhang Xiaoqiang would definitely think that they were from Australia.
Triangular rat heads continuously appeared on top of the wall, but before they could climb up, they were shot down by the bullets. There were many rat corpses that fell into the wall, but even more corpses fell outside the wall. Even so, the rats on top of the wall continued to pop their heads out. Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the Type-81 Rifles firing nonstop, and his heart tightened. The ammunition warehouse had not been opened, and the bullets they had found and picked up along the way did not even add up to 2000 bullets. At this rate, the Type-81 Rifles would not be able to fire for long, and without the suppression of the automatic firepower, what was the use of just a few dozen rifles?
The densely packed rats squeezed together and slowly squirmed. Countless of rats wanted to climb up the wall, and countless more wanted to climb up to the top of the rat hill. Although the gunshots did not stop, the rats' momentum was getting higher and higher. The bullets on the rat hill caused blood to splatter, but these bullets were only a drop in the ocean of rats. Even if many of the rats were killed, their corpses still formed a part of the rat hill, and became the stepping stones for the other rats.
Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed in his heart and ran back downstairs. He rushed to the wall that was continuously filled with rat corpses, and pulled out a hand grenade from his waist. He pulled out the safety pin and threw it over the wall. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not wait for the grenade to explode, and immediately pulled out a second hand grenade from his waist. "Boom …" After a loud explosion, Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that the sky had suddenly darkened. He looked up and screamed as he turned and ran.
Guo Fei was killing to his heart's content at the metal gate. He could see his long blade dancing up and down, and the large rats were either beheaded or ripped apart. When the rats jumped, he would slice them in half. When the rats were lying on the ground, he would stomp on them. His speed was actually just slightly faster than the rats, but this slight distance was like a natural barrier to the rats, a barrier that could not be crossed.
It was unknown how the keyhole on the door was made, but it was extremely strenuous for Zhang Xiaoqiang's indestructible Beast Horn Awl to stab through it. It would take at least 10 minutes for Zhang Xiaoqiang to stab through the keyhole, but the rats outside could not wait for 10 minutes. The people on the lookout started to sound the alarm again, and the concentrated gunshots sounded out again.
Only after he ran into the watchtower did he heave a sigh of relief. Looking at the rat corpses that rained down like raindrops, he turned to look at Three. Three had a bitter look on his face as he slowly climbed up to the rooftop with a blood-stained wooden board over his head.
Although Zhang Xiaoqiang used all his strength to run back, the rat corpses continued to fall on his feet and body. As he ran, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his body, wanting to shake off the disgusting rat limbs that fell on his body. By the time Zhang Xiaoqiang reached the watchtower, he realized that everyone had gone down, even the fearless Guo Fei had gone down to hide.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at his bloodstained clothes and shook his head. He took off his gloves and lit up a cigarette. Halfway through the cigarette, Three came down. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and shook his head. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a wave of annoyance, and threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped on it.
Zhang Xiao Qiang began his third run for his life. Following that, he heard the third grenade explosion behind him. Zhang Xiao Qiang did not look at the cloud of rats that formed for the third time, which could also be the last time. He stepped on the densely packed rat corpses and ran towards the watchtower. New rat limbs began to fall.
Countless rat corpses that were blown to death, countless rats that were blown half to death, and countless rat limbs that were blown into the sky by the shockwave from the grenade explosion. These things formed a rare rat cloud in the sky, which then turned into a rat rain.
Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly climbed up the watchtower, and threw a few magazines to Three. He pulled away a member who was shooting with a Garand Rifle and looked at the top of the wall. It was not clear from below, but when Zhang Xiaoqiang saw it from above, he understood the severity of the situation. The rats outside the wall had gathered together and formed a rat mountain.
Zhang Xiaoqiang put on his gloves that reeked of blood, and pulled out the Beast Horn Awl. He stepped on the rat corpses and stood outside the metal door of the armory. The green metal door was almost dyed red, and he used the Beast Horn Awl to stab the keyhole …..
Countless bullets hit the top of the wall, causing a burst of cement debris, drilling small holes in it. A dead rat fell from the top of the wall to the ground, the dark red fur on its body gradually turning bright red. Following the concentrated gunshots from the watchtower, the number of rat corpses that fell to the ground increased. Zhang Xiao Qiang then discovered that the rats had begun to climb up the wall.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to look, and saw rat corpses falling from the top of the wall again. He increased the strength in his hands, and the Beast Horn Awl spun even faster. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead, at first, it was a little, then it flowed down his face.
The shadow of the sword flashed past, and the rat that was split into two fell to the ground. Another three rats pounced towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the Beast Horn Awl in Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand lightly tapped on the head of one of the rats. The sharp Beast Horn Awl felt as though it had pierced through tofu, and his left hand sank, and the Beast Horn Awl pierced through the rat's head, hanging it on the Beast Horn Awl. Following that, the Beast Horn Awl fell to the ground, and the Jing Wei Sword in his hand slashed towards the other two rats.
With the gunmen on top and Guo Fei on the opposite side, Zhang Xiaoqiang had nothing to do. Although a hundred rats was not a small number, it was not enough to withstand such a massacre. After Guo Fei killed the last rat, he opened his bloodshot eyes to look around for the Hopping Bee from Legend of Mir 2. The entire ground looked as though it had been washed with blood, and all sorts of rat corpses were scattered around. Zhang Xiaoqiang had just heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Three's shouts from above. Following that, the Type 81 and Garand Rifles started to fire continuously.
The rooftop was also covered with countless dead rats, and blood stains could be seen everywhere. Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped on a rat that had just woken up, and looked towards the top of the wall. The rat hill outside the wall had been reduced by a large amount, but the rats below were still gathering. Looking at the squirming rat hill, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed and turned to go downstairs.