Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the Jing Wei Sword on his back, and looked at the heavy machine gun that was ready to fire. The old jeep was still driving through the wreckage of the abandoned vehicles, and the zombies in front of it had already formed a large group. By the time the old jeep reached, unless there was a bulldozer in front of it, it would be impossible to drive through.
If the old jeep was blocked by the zombies, the men and women in the jeep and the children in the driver's seat would be eaten by the zombies. Thinking about the children in the driver's seat, an image flashed past Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind ….
Large building blocks were piled up in the corner. There were many colorful flags hanging from the white ceiling. There were all kinds of cartoon stickers on the walls. There were messy white bones and small skulls with dark eye sockets staring silently at the ceiling.
Thinking about the children's ward in the small town, Zhang Xiaoqiang gritted his teeth, he turned and said: "This mission is extremely dangerous, do you guys dare to go?"
The two members behind him straightened their backs and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a burning gaze. Following that, the driver in the driver's seat and the gunner in the machine gun nest also ran in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and stared at him with the other two members.
"This time, it will be very dangerous, I will bring you guys into the midst of the zombies. If you guys are not careful, you might not even have a corpse left. Of course, it will be the same for me. This is not a planned mission, and I have no right to ask you guys to die. Those who withdraw now are not considered deserters, and your treatment in the base will not change!"
The four of them did not react to Zhang Xiaoqiang's words, and only looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang quietly.
Looking at the fearless members in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded his head ….
The jeep started to vibrate, and the closer they got, the more corpses and corpses there were. Zhang Xiaoqiang held a Type-56 submachine gun, and squatted in the machine gun nest. The gunner beside him continuously adjusted the aim of the muzzle, and tried his best to point the muzzle at the zombies in front.
"Ta ta ta …." The Type-53 HMG beside him spat out a meter long green flame, and the deafening sound of firing continuously struck Zhang Xiaoqiang's eardrums. The burning hot bullet casings splattered on Zhang Xiaoqiang's legs.
Feeling the heat from the bullet casings, Zhang Xiaoqiang held the Type-56 submachine gun by his waist, and continuously fired at the zombies in front. The windows of the jeep were rolled down, and two black muzzles pierced through the steel mesh and fired outwards.
The scattered stray bullets pierced through the heads of the zombies beside the jeep, and as the zombies on both sides fell, the zombies in front fell like weeds.
The Type-56 submachine gun in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands continuously spat out 7.62mm bullets, and the recoil from the gun caused his body to tremble. He did not know how many zombies his bullets had killed, and he continuously fired. The flying brass bullet casings clanked against the steel welded machine gun nest, and the smell of gunpowder continuously stimulated his sense of smell.
"Tong …." The jeep suddenly flew up, "Peng …." After a short pause in the air, the jeep crashed onto the ground, and the huge jolt almost caused Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was reloading, to fly out. He suddenly landed on the burning hot bullet casings, and the empty magazine in his hand flew out and landed among the surrounding zombies.
Without waiting for him to get up, the off-road vehicle pressed down on the zombie on the ground. It flew into the air and smashed into the ground. The intense gunfire stopped for a short while. Apart from the driver, everyone else was grabbing onto the vehicle beside them to stabilize themselves.
"Bang …" A zombie was hit by the front of the car and flew a few meters into the air before falling to the side of the road and rolling a few times. The off-road vehicle broke through the outermost group of zombies and went along the street filled with buildings to converge with the old Jiefang.
Before the jeep had even travelled half the distance, countless zombies rushed out from the houses on both sides of the street. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have the time to think about why so many zombies were hiding inside, and following his gunfire, the heavy machine gun started to fire again.
When the jeep drove past a three-storey building, a shadow flashed past Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately pointed his gun towards that direction, but did not discover anything, and continued to fire.
"Peng …." The roof of the jeep shook, and Zhang Xiaoqiang only had eyes for the zombies in front of him. "Da da da …." The Type-56 submachine gun continued to spit out flames, and at the same time, it sent the bullets into the zombie horde in front of them. Zhang Xiaoqiang's eardrums vibrated with the gunfire, and he could no longer hear anything other than the gunfire.
After emptying a magazine, Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to reload when he realized that the heavy machine gun had stopped firing. He turned his head, and the scene in front of him caused his eyes to widen.
A robust S2 was standing behind the machine gun nest on the roof of the jeep, and on its tanned legs, its ten hook-like toenails were tightly attached to the roof, and the nails pierced deep into the metal. Although the jeep kept shaking, the S2's small body was standing steadily, and its body was constantly adjusting to its center of gravity.
Its half-foot long claws grabbed onto the Machine Gunner's neck, and the sharp claws sliced through half of the Machine Gunner's neck. Fresh blood flowed out from the wound and stained the Machine Gunner's claws red. The Machine Gunner's military uniform had a large hole in his chest, and the muscles around his ribs were exposed. Fresh blood flowed out like a stream onto the Machine Gunner's yellow military uniform, drenching it. The Machine Gunner was not dead yet, his body was still twitching, and his legs were still twitching.
The S2 held onto the machine gunner with one of its claws, and raised its head slightly. Its other claw held onto a fist-sized heart, and blood dripped into its mouth filled with sharp teeth.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang was infuriated, he did not even reload the Type-56, and smashed the hot barrel towards the S2. The mahogany handle brought forth a gust of wind as it smashed into the S2's forearm that was holding onto the machine gunner.
The wooden shards from the mahogany handle flew everywhere, and with the snap of the handle, the S2's forearm was bent at a 40 degree angle. The S2 could no longer hold onto the machine gunner, and the machine gunner's heavy body fell onto the roof of the jeep, splattering blood everywhere.
The S2's arm was broken, and it was enraged. The heart that was gripped in its claws was crushed, and the bloody claw with pieces of the heart clawed towards Zhang Xiao Qiang. "Bang …." The steel case of the Type-56 submachine gun clashed with the S2's bloody claw. The S2's claw was knocked back, and the parts of the gun case fell to the ground, clanking loudly.
"Bang …." The S2 raised its leg and took a big step towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the hook-like nails on its leg caused the metal roof to creak. Another claw swept towards Zhang Xiaoqiang ….