One person cleaned, the other threw it away, the two of them cooperated, no one spoke, and quietly cleaned the ruins of the wall. Unknowingly, Yang Ke-er had also joined in, her speed was a few times faster than the two of them, she did not make a sound, nor did she ask why.
In her impression, Zhang Xiaoqiang had always been a crafty person, as long as it was physical work, he would avoid it. Now that Zhang Xiaoqiang was taking the initiative to work, there must be a reason, she did not need Zhang Xiaoqiang's reason, she only needed to follow Zhang Xiaoqiang and work … …
As pieces of the wall were cleared, the hidden tunnel entrance was revealed. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the crushed rat corpses, hoping to find something from Wang Chong's body, even if it was a piece of cloth, but as he slowly searched, his disappointment grew.
Zhang Xiaoqiang weakly sat on the ground that was filled with meat paste and fur. Nothing, nothing was left, Wang Chong's body was truly smashed, the 70mm high explosive grenade exploded in his arms, erasing all evidence of Wang Chong's existence in this world. Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up in disappointment, and walked inside.
"Creak …." The strange sound under his feet attracted Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention, he moved his feet, and a pair of spectacles appeared in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, the remaining half of the spectacles still had a short hemp rope attached to it. He bent down to pick it up, the black plastic spectacles had already been burnt by the high temperature, and the hemp rope was stained with blood.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the Jing Wei Sword and cut off the corner of his shirt, carefully wrapping the spectacles and the leg with the corner of his shirt and placed it in his pocket. He turned back to look at the deep tunnel entrance, and turned to walk out.
Just as they walked out of the perimeter wall, 10 large trucks stopped in front of the metal gate. Three brought his men and loaded the boxes of Type-53 rifles and light machine guns onto the trucks, while a small crane hoisted the boxes of ammunition onto the truck.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked towards the group of people roasting the rats, and realized that one of Wang Le's subordinates had used the tools and materials to make a few large barbecue racks, and on the racks were rats without their heads, tails, and limbs. If it was anyone else, they would not be able to recognize these rats, they looked more like roasted rabbits.
Suddenly, a few people who were roasting the dead rats shouted, Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly walked to their side, where Zhang Xiaoqiang's Type-92 Battalion Gun was located.
The number of dead rats here was much better than the other side of the wall, it was practically piled up like a mountain, with countless of dead rats tangled together, causing people's scalps to go numb, the originally black ground had long been soaked in rat blood, turning into a dark red mud.
These people were the newly recruited combat team members, they were all dressed in World War II American military uniforms, and on their feet were old fashioned leather shoes. The dark yellow military shoes were dyed red, and their originally clean military uniforms were dyed red by the blood of the rats. Each of them had a rebar in their hands to rummage through the rat corpses, and the rebar in their hands was obviously shorter than the others.
Zhang Xiao Qiang stepped on the mutilated corpses of the rats and walked over to them. He looked at the thing that caused them to scream. It was a huge pile of rat corpses. The dead rats were stacked on top of each other, and at the edge, there was a gap that had been pried open.
A large claw peeked out from the opening, it had four claws, and was a transparent yellow. There was no luster on it, but what was strange was that the dead rats beside it were covered in blood, but the claw did not have a single drop of rat blood on it, and looked very clean.
The claw looked like a rat's claw, magnified countless times, the length of the four claws were different, the longest was close to a foot long, the shortest was not even 10 cm long, and the claws were connected by a dark bone joint, the bone joint was about the thickness of the rebar in the team member's hands, it was like a piece of bamboo, and the distance between the joints was very short, about a centimeter. Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the strange bone joint, and felt that it was very similar to Yuchi Gong's' Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties'.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a piece of rebar about 7 or 8 cm long lying under the big claw, the rebar was cut horizontally, and the silver white of the cut shone under the sun. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the broken rebar in disbelief.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say anything, he took a piece of rebar from the team member next to him and used it to touch the big claw. The moment the steel touched the claw, the rebar was cut in half like tofu being cut by a knife. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was holding the rebar, felt like a bamboo pole in the water, after a slight stagnation, the bamboo pole felt lighter when it came out of the water.
Looking at the simple and unadorned claws, and then looking at the dark and heavy rebar in his hands, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say anything, he ordered the team members to push the pile of rat corpses away, and as the pile of rats was pushed to the side, a huge body was revealed.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the super big rat lying on the ground, half a meter tall, three meters long, and was a little dumbfounded. Not only was he dumbfounded, but the team members next to him were also dumbfounded. A slightly older team member exclaimed, "Oh my god, could this be the rat spirit in the Journey to the West?"
It didn't matter if it was a mutated rat king or a real spirit, right now it was just a dead rat. This dead rat had jet-black fur, and the jet-black fur shone under the sun. Although it was already dead, its fur wasn't stained with any blood or dirt. Looking at its smooth and smooth fur, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart skipped a beat.
Water was poured out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's yellow-green old-fashioned military kettle. A clear stream of water sprinkled from the air onto the rat's fur. The clear water continuously flowed down the black fur, and when the last drop of water dripped from the tip of the fur, the black fur was as fluffy and smooth as before.
Zhang Xiaoqiang kept circling around the dead rat. The rat's body looked very intact, and there were no wounds on its body. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked around a few times, but he couldn't find any fatal wounds. Not to mention fatal wounds, he couldn't even find a small wound. Looking at the huge rat that had died in a strange manner, Zhang Xiaoqiang took out his desert eagle, aimed at the giant rat's forehead, and pulled the trigger …
Looking at the few strands of rat fur that were shot off by the bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang only felt a chill from his scalp to the soles of his feet. The desert eagle could even wound the skin of a D2, but now it could only hit a few strands of the dead rat's fur?
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that the porcupine seemed to have received a naming order from something yesterday. One of the porcupines didn't dare to move even when it was shot by a bullet. After that, the attacking rats suddenly broke out of their nest and fled without any warning. Could it be the king rat in front of him?
Looking at its fur that even a large-caliber pistol couldn't penetrate, and its claws that could cut through steel as thick as an egg like cutting through tofu, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to think about it. He was thinking about what it would have been like if it had personally gone into battle yesterday. No matter how thick the wall was, it wouldn't have been able to stop its claws. If it had broken through the wall, then it would have led the charge. Zhang Xiaoqiang's team might have been wiped out countless times yesterday.
The more terrifying this guy was, the more Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to know the cause of its death. Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang found something strange. On the edge of the giant rat's white, sharp teeth, there was a trace of blackened blood. Because the blood was already blackened, Zhang Xiaoqiang mixed the blood with the fur at the corner of its mouth.