A forearm with five sharp claws fell onto the roof of the car, and after bouncing off, it fell off the car. The sudden loss of a claw caused the S2 to lose its center of gravity. It leaned to the side, trying to regain its balance, but before it could regain its balance, Zhang Xiaoqiang's right arm swept past its leg.
The S2's left leg was separated from its body. Even if its right claw was hooked onto the metal roof, its body was still leaning outwards. It looked as though it was about to fall onto the roof. The metal roof that was hooked by its claws started to creak, and a half-inch long cut appeared from the S2's hooked claws.
"Shua!"
The glowing yellow afterimage swept past the S2's remaining leg, and the second leg was detached from the S2's body. The S2 fell onto the bumpy roof of the car, its body rolling along with the shaking of the car.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were wide open, and he gritted his teeth as he looked at the rolling S2. The Rat King Blade in his hand shone brightly, and there was not a single stain on the scythe-like blade. Zhang Xiaoqiang swung his right arm down again, and the sharp blade cut a small and narrow cut on the roof of the car. It missed the S2's remaining claw, and the S2's remaining arm was thrown off the car.
A large foot wearing military shoes kicked the zombie stick off the car. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not chop off its head, as there was no need. This limbless S2 could only crawl on the ground like a maggot, and Zhang Xiaoqiang could be considered another form of torture.
After dragging the dead machine gunner into the machine gun nest, Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a loaded magazine from the ammunition box and loaded it into the machine gun. He pulled the bolt, and the long-awaited sound of a heavy machine gun rang out once again.
The fiery red flame from the gun illuminated Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, and he could not tell if it was the reflection of the gun's flame or the rage in his eyes. He felt a faint sense of guilt, if he did not lead his team to charge into the zombie horde to save them, the machine gunner would not have died. But the machine gunner was already dead, and there was no point in saying anything. Zhang Xiaoqiang vented all his rage on the zombies in front of him.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang used the assault rifle to shoot, he relied on luck, but when he operated the heavy machine gun, it was as if he had the help of God. His strength was twice that of an ordinary person, and he did not feel the violent vibration of the heavy machine gun when firing. His sharp eyes that were comparable to binoculars allowed him to instantly adjust his trajectory. He did not use the machine gun to shoot, but held the trigger with both hands and fired the bullets.
Zhang Xiaoqiang used the heavy machine gun like a rifle. Although he fired in bursts, his firing speed was not slow, and the low gunshots formed a line, giving off the feeling that he was firing continuously.
One after another, the heavy bullets smashed the ugly heads of the zombies. Following that, the zombies' heads exploded like watermelons, leaving behind pieces of skull tissue. Yellow brain matter flew all over the place, and black blood mixed with broken teeth rained down on the ground.
A magazine with 250 bullets was used up, and the roadside was filled with zombies' corpses. The off-road vehicle met up with the old machine gun, and Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up and pointed at the exit. The driver of the old machine gun nodded and stepped on the accelerator. The old machine gun whizzed past the off-road vehicle, and then the off-road vehicle made a 180-degree turn, knocking over 3-4 zombies before following behind the old machine gun.
The S-type zombies that were following behind the old machine gun were now following behind the off-road vehicle. Zhang Xiaoqiang reloaded, and turned the muzzle behind him. Heavy bullets shot into the zombies, and the S-type zombie that was running at the front had its head blown off.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and the rest had already cleared the path, and the zombies in front of them were cleared by the heavy machine gun before they could even form a proper formation. The group of people that were squatting in the wooden cabin of the old machine gun started to move, and among them, there were two young men in their twenties who were holding onto the wooden railings and pointing at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Peng …." The old machine gun crushed the corpse of the zombie that was killed, and the wheels flew into the air. "Ah …." There were two screams, and the two brave young men were brought out of the car. When the two of them rolled on the ground, the people in the cabin started to scream for the car to stop.
The old machine gun seemed to have slowed down, "Peng …." A Type-53 7.62mm bullet shattered the left side mirror of the old machine gun. The old machine gun suddenly sped up again, and no matter how the people at the back of the car shouted, it did not stop.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the two young men that were about to be drowned by the zombies, and pulled the trigger with both hands. Two heavy bullets drilled into their eyebrows and blew their brains out.
To Zhang Xiaoqiang, this was just a small interlude, and he started to shoot at the S-type zombies behind him. When his car entered the building by the street, he opened the magazine, and threw the remaining 10 bullets to the side, and replaced it with a fully loaded one. He pulled the safety and was on high alert.
The changes in the zombie horde today made Zhang Xiaoqiang suspect that the zombies were no longer scattered, and Zhang Xiaoqiang had to be on high alert.
In the distance, there was a small four-story restaurant, with the signboard 'Mother Yang's Restaurant'. The building was not built for a long time, and the tiles on the walls were still able to reflect light. A head that was not much bigger than a monkey's head appeared at the corner of the roof. It did not reveal much of its head, and people at the bottom of the building might not be able to see what it was, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes could clearly see the hairless black skin on its head.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care about the zombies behind him, and carefully observed the rooftops in front of him. He did not know how many zombies were lying in ambush on the rooftops. The evolution ratio of Type 2 zombies was 1500: 1, and he did not know if this number was correct. There were 100,000 zombies in the county, and even if half of the Type D and S zombies were Type D and S zombies, there would still be more than 10 Type S2 zombies.
A shadow fell from the sky onto the old rear compartment of the carriage. The men and women in the carriage squatted down and held onto the railing as they endured the violent jolts. No one noticed that an S2 had appeared above them, and it was about to reap their lives like a Grim Reaper wielding a scythe.
The S2's body shrunk into a ball as it smashed towards the old compartment. Zhang Xiao Qiang's heavy machine gun's muzzle was aimed at the descending S2. Seeing that the S2 was about to land on the compartment, he tightened his grip and the "Ta, ta, ta" sound of the Type-54 HMG firing continuously rang in his ears.
One after another, the heavy bullets pierced holes on the S2's black body. The S2 was in a tragic state, it could no longer curl its body into a ball, and the impact of the bullets on its body pushed it back continuously. Zhang Xiaoqiang's heavy machine gun did not stop firing, and the S2 continued to be pushed back by the bullets that left patches of black blood on its body.
The old car sped below, and the S2 flew above the old car. This rare scene was witnessed by the driver in the off-road vehicle.