The continuous firing sounds of the Type 81 Assault Rifle gradually weakened until it completely stopped. Now, only the crisp sound of the Garand rifle continued to ring out.
Numerous large rats jumped over the wall from the sniper rifle. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the large rats crawling around on the ground and was about to pull out his Beast Horn Awl to kill them. He couldn't care less, he just had to kill as many as he could …
One … two … three … these three lucky big rats jumped onto the ground and saw Zhang Xiao Qiang who was busy in front of the iron gate. They instantly sped up and rushed towards him. Just as they took a step, a long hilted straight knife flashed across the hard black ground and swept past their bodies. As the long knife was retracted, two of the big rats became two-legged rats. The other one tilted its body and was about to pounce towards the approaching person. "Shua …" The long knife chopped down from the air. The big rat was evenly split into two halves. The hands holding the handle of the knife slightly raised, and the long knife embedded in the ground that split the rat was retracted.
Guo Fei arrived at the foot of the wall that was littered with rat corpses. The dead rats at the foot of the wall had piled up into a small mound that was about a meter high. Some of the rats that had been beaten half to death were still struggling for their lives. Guo Fei was very stable at the foot of the wall. No matter how many large rats came down, they were all turned into dead rats by him with a single slash of his blade. However, not long after, as Guo Fei's strength was also slowly being depleted as the number of rats that fell down increased. The Garand rifle could only hold eight bullets, and as the riflemen reloaded, the sudden increase in the number of large rats caught Guo Fei off guard. He could only swing his blade faster and faster, but as his movements increased, his stamina was gradually unable to keep up.
In the end, three rats passed him and pounced towards Zhang Xiaoqiang who was standing in front of the iron gate. "Pa pa pa …" Three gunshots rang out. Shangguan Qiaoyun held her M1911A1, and slowly walked to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side to guard his back. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look at Shangguan Qiaoyun, he was extremely anxious. The combat team members only had a hundred bullets, and as the riflemen reloaded, the sudden increase in rats caught Guo Fei off guard. He could only wave the long knife faster and faster, but as his movements increased, his stamina began to run out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that he was about to pierce through the keyhole, and the non-stop gunshots finally died down. The rats on top of the wall changed from a few to a dozen, and they started to jump down like raindrops. Shangguan Qiaoyun's handgun continued to fire into the bodies of the rats. "Ka …" Her M1911A1 handgun's 7 bullets had been emptied.
The holster on Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist loosened, and it was Shanghai Qiaoyun who pulled out his Desert Eagle. "Bang …" A large rat that was leaping into the air was hit by a large caliber bullet, and it fell to the ground. Shanghai Qiaoyun, who was holding the gun with both hands, lost her balance due to the strong recoil, and her back smashed into the iron gate that Zhang Xiaoqiang was trying to open.
Perhaps the iron gate had reached its final critical point, "Tong …" The iron gate suddenly bounced inwards, and Zhang Xiaoqiang and Shanghai Qiaoyun also rolled inside.
Behind the gate was a slope, just like the armory. Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his hands around, trying to grab something to stabilize his body, but the cement floor was too slippery. His hands only managed to grab a soft body, and that was Shangguan Qiaoyun's body. He hugged Qiaoyun tightly, and kept rolling down until his head hit a large wooden crate.
Surrounded by darkness, Zhang Xiaoqiang dizzily helped Shangguan Qiaoyun up from the ground. He looked at the door that seemed to be hanging in mid-air, and touched the large wooden crate behind him. He hurriedly let go of Shangguan Qiaoyun who was in his arms, and hurriedly took out a flashlight from his bag, and turned on the power switch.
The bright light tore apart the deep darkness around him, and countless large wooden crates stood quietly beside him. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care about the large wooden crates beside him, and his eyes followed the light from the flashlight to the corner of the wall below the slope of the gate.
When the flashlight in his hand shone on the rows of wooden racks, and rows of green painted metal ammo boxes, a muffled sound came from outside the door. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know what happened outside, and he unconsciously held Qiaoyun's smooth and soft hand and ran towards the ammo boxes. Just as they ran to the ammo boxes, they felt the light from the gate dim.
A figure ran towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with his back facing the light, and it was Wang Chong, who was sweating profusely. Zhang Xiaoqiang used the flashlight to scan the figure, and saw that it was Wang Chong.
"What exploded?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know the situation outside, and he asked. He knew that when he and Qiaoyun fell into the cave, the situation outside was already very dangerous, and the rats were about to rush in.
Wang Chong, who was sweating profusely, took two deep breaths, and then said: "Err … it was the hand grenade that Zhang Xiaoqiang gave me last time. I saw that something was wrong, so I threw it out. Now those things are temporarily blocked, and Leader Three is leading his men to clean up the rest. I came in to see if there is anything I can help with."
Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about it, the hand grenade that he threw out to scare the rats in the cave was picked up by Wang Chong, and he wanted to return it to him, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want to give it to him. Who would have thought that at the most critical moment, the hand grenade that Zhang Xiaoqiang had forgotten would play an unimaginable role. It could be said that without this hand grenade, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his men would definitely be wiped out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wang Chong, Qiaoyun each carried two boxes of ammunition back to the watchtower, and distributed the fully loaded magazines to the team members. The Garand Rifles were replaced with Type-81 rifles, and when the firepower of 40 rifles sealed off the wall, not a single rat was able to jump over. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the frontline had stabilized, and went downstairs to take a look at the ammunition storage.
Guo Fei sat on the ground below the watchtower, holding onto a piece of rat skin that he had peeled off and slowly wiping his blade. He wiped very carefully, and his expression was focused. He was so focused that he did not even care about the wound on his face that was caused by the rat's claws.
His face was scratched by the rat's claw from the corner of his right eye to the left, and it only stopped when it reached the bridge of his nose. In the middle of the open flesh, blood flowed continuously along his cheeks, and drops of blood dripped onto the straight knife in his hand. The smooth surface of the knife was like a blood flower, and then it was slowly wiped off by the rat skin in his hand.
He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's big foot in front of him, and raised his head to look at it before lowering his head to wipe it off. It was as though he could no longer feel his own existence, and other than the blade in his hand, there was nothing else.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in the ammunition storage filled with wooden boxes, and Wang Chong behind him continuously moved boxes after boxes of Type-81 rifle ammunition outside. Zhang Xiaoqiang temporarily did not have to worry about the rats surrounding them, as long as they had a supply of bullets, they would not be in any danger.
One by one, the large wooden boxes were opened by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the sealed ammunition that was tightly wrapped in oiled paper was arranged neatly in the wooden box. He casually took out a sealed box and opened it, and the glossy brass shell shone faintly under the light of the torchlight. As the sealed ammunition was opened by Zhang Xiaoqiang, the pointed bullets flickered under the light of the torchlight.
Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that most of the bullets were similar, they were all 7.62mm bullets with the same diameter. The only difference was the length of the bullets, the longest were heavy machine gun bullets, the middle were light machine gun bullets, rifle bullets, and the shortest were handgun bullets. As for the other bullets … …