Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang hated those authors to death. They would bring hundreds of thousands, or even millions of troops to battle. Even if they did not provide for their meals and water, but hundreds of thousands of troops spread out over tens of kilometers. There was no mobile communication in that era, and they still wanted to command them?
Zhang Xiaoqiang was brought into the pit. The informant said that there were at least fifty to sixty thousand zombies. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think much about it, it was only fifty to sixty thousand. With the powerful anti-aircraft machine guns, one bullet could pierce through a few zombies, and it was a matter of ten thousand bullets.
When the battle really started, dozens of machine guns were firing at the perimeter, but they could only take out a few bullets from the corpse wall that was a few kilometers wide. He Wen Bin, who was in command at that time, was in an awkward position. If you were to use the machine guns to fire at the corpse wall that was two kilometers wide from a distance of one kilometer, on average, you would only get one bullet every 40 meters, and this bullet might miss, not to mention killing a single zombie.
If you concentrated your firepower, at most you could use a machine gun to seal off a distance of twenty meters. This was an experienced machine gunner, if it was an ordinary person, half of the bullets would fly into the sky. He Wen Bin only had a dozen machine guns, and even if he died, he could only seal off a distance of five hundred meters. The four machine guns were powerful, but they could only seal off a distance of about a hundred meters. Two machine guns formed a gap of two hundred meters, and adding the five hundred meters of water, it was still three hundred meters away from one kilometer.
Because of this, He Wen Bin sent people to pour gasoline on the fire, and almost lost two of his brothers. With the appearance of the D2 group, Zhang Xiaoqiang had no choice but to bring them to retreat. Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded those authors, and also scolded himself for not using his brain. That was why he placed the barricade at a distance of two hundred to a hundred meters. He wanted to rely on the gap formed by the two hills to fill up the area with zombie corpses. When the time came, it would be impossible for the zombies to pass through without at least half dying.
As the zombies slowly approached, there were constantly zombies being shredded to pieces by the bullets, and there were constantly flames exploding within the zombie horde, igniting the surrounding zombies. These encouraging bright spots were like bubbles floating on the sea, instantly bursting under the waves. Under the night sky, the two hills continuously sprayed out a rain of light. The rain of light constantly pierced through the dense sea of zombies, and before the waves could form a wave, they would be swallowed by the sea of zombies.
After an unknown amount of time, whether it was ten minutes or half an hour, under the fire of 20 machine guns and 8 AA machine guns, the zombies finally neared the Steel Tomb 400 meters away. This was the maze that Zhang Xiaoqiang had prepared for the zombies. Hundreds of abandoned vehicles that had been doused with gasoline were piled up in a messy manner on the 400 meter long and 500 meter horizontal path.
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded towards Yang Ke-er, and the shouting Yang Ke-er jumped up. She grabbed a prepared oil torch and lit it on the bonfire. She stood at the highest point and drew a circle. The blazing torch in Yang Ke-er's hands danced like a ring of fire, and the flames in the air left afterimages in the eyes of He Wen Bin who was on the hill to the side.
After 10 seconds, all the machine guns stopped firing. Other than the noise coming from the generator at the foot of the hill, the two hills became silent. Following that, the soldiers started to get busy. The machine gunners checked the machine guns, the assistant machine gunners reloaded the empty ammunition chains, and the workers under Wang Le checked the use of the AA machine guns.
Zhang Xiaoqiang quietly watched the zombies slowly enter the pile of abandoned vehicles, waiting for the sea of zombies to be separated.
"Rumble …. Rumble …." Two thunderous sounds rang out in everyone's ears as the flames lit up within the zombie horde. The Type-92 Battalion Gun fired at the distant zombie horde. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not check on the effects of the Type-92 Battalion Gun, he only looked at the zombies slowly entering the pile of abandoned vehicles to see if they would do as he wished.
After the arrival of the apocalypse, every time twilight covered the sky, darkness would fill the night. Other than a few survivors' gathering places, other than darkness, there was only silence. However, tonight's night was different. At the intersection of the two counties, the darkness was lit up by fire and light, and the usual silence was shattered by the loud explosions.
The flames from the explosion of the high explosive bombs rose and fell in succession among the zombies. Countless zombies broke through the interception zone of the high explosive bombs and flooded the steel tomb that was made up of abandoned cars. The flares were extinguished once again. Under the illumination of the searchlight, the zombies staggered forward in the steel tomb, filling up every corner of the tomb.
In Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, seeing the zombies filling up the pile of abandoned vehicles, a strange feeling arose in his heart. He felt that the barricade formed by the abandoned vehicles was like a large supermarket that was about to open, and the densely packed zombies were customers waiting to shop. The rows of cars were the shelves, and the zombies were constantly being separated between the shelves.
After a few minutes, the wave of zombies had already surged to a position of 300m away. 300m and 800m were two different concepts. The machine gunners did not feel any pressure when they were 800m away, but seeing the zombies already surging to a position of 300m away, they still felt a little guilty.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had led the machine gunners to attack a viaduct, attacked a small town, and even recaptured a factory. But there were only a few thousand zombies, and with just a few shots, they could clear out a large piece of land. In addition, the battlefield was preset, so there was no pressure.
This time was different, the first wave of the zombie horde's attack was about 2km away. In addition, the visibility was not very far at night. In everyone's eyes, other than zombies, there were only zombies. The black skin of the zombies blended into the darkness, and it felt like the zombies in front of them were not tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands, or even millions. The zombies continued to surge, and the pressure on everyone was constantly increasing.
This kind of pressure directly pressed down on their spirits, and in their hearts suddenly surged the idea that the zombies were unrivalled and undefeatable. Some of the recruits began to tremble, and did not know what to do with the rifles in their hands. Some of the more astute people had already turned around to look for an escape route behind them. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the performance of the new members.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the old members again, the old members' expressions were not right, but they did not look for an escape route, nor did they look left and right to whisper to each other. Their faces all had a solemn and stirring expression, a kind of solemn and stirring expression, a kind of heroic and stirring expression. They knew that if they could not defend this place, then they would not be able to defend the base. Without a place to settle down, they could only deal with the zombies in the wilderness. But now that the zombies had started to go to the countryside, where would they have the space to deal with them?
"What's your name?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly asked the name of one of the old members. This old member was the one who reported the news today, and also the one who risked his life to save his teammates. Zhang Xiaoqiang had a deep impression of him.
"I … I … Xiao … Xiao Lu Bu … No, no, no … not Xiao Lu Bu, it's Lu Xiao Bu." The young man, who had shaved his beard so that Zhang Xiaoqiang could not recognize, said nervously.
"Your performance today was very good, whether it was reporting the news or saving the people, I saw it all." Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded with praise, and suddenly shouted, "Lu Xiao Bu."
"Yes …" Lu Xiao Bu immediately stood up straight, his eyes looking straight at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"I will now appoint you as the combat team leader of the first division, do you have confidence?"
"Yes, I promise to complete all the tasks that Zhang Xiaoqiang gives me …"
"Good."
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded with satisfaction. He looked at Lu Xiao Bu and said, "Today, I will give you a task. You will guard the car at the foot of the mountain. If you see anyone running down the mountain, you will shoot and kill them, no matter who they are, even if it's me …"
Hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang say that, Lu Xiao Bu's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly became fierce. "I can do it, if you want to get on the car, you will have to step over my dead body."