Unexpectedly, completely unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaoqiang was shocked by the Z-Type's performance. He did not think that the Z-Type would be so shameless, abandoning all its subordinates to run away.
However, there were 6 Type 2 zombies pouncing over at the same time. Zhang Xiaoqiang suppressed the anxiety in his heart, as he raised his gun and fired at the D2 that was charging at the front. This time, the D2 did not dodge at all, as they puffed out their chests and raised their heads as they ran towards him. It seemed like they were using their broad bodies to block the bullets in front of them, so as to not injure the Z-Type behind them.
The D2 used their own bodies to cover the escaping Z-Types. Their fearlessness allowed the large caliber bullets to fly towards them. The 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary bullet struck one of the D2's chest. Amidst the explosion of flames, the D2 continuously retreated backwards. The incendiary bullet that was wrapped in the bullet splattered on its chest, emitting a dark red glow. At the same time as it retreated, a barrage of bullets flew over and struck its heart.
The D2 was sent flying backwards by the force of the bullets, and the bullets exploded on its ribs and spine. After a flash of fire, the D2's sturdy body was torn apart like a toy, and fell to the ground.
The 3 S2 zombies were the first to reach, and in the blink of an eye, they had rushed past the D2 zombies. One of the S2 zombies, with its head still attached, smashed into the S2 that was running at the front. The S2 was smashed into a stumble, and before it could stabilize itself, a Type 53 heavy machine gun bullet shot into its right shoulder. The S2 was immediately knocked back by the bullet, and was then grazed by the 14.5mm bullet.
The 3 S2 zombies were extremely fast, but under the firepower of the Type 56 AA Machine Gun, they turned into pieces of meat. The 2 D2 zombies that were still able to move were struggling bitterly under the firepower of the AA Machine Gun. At this point, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his gun, and fired at the D2 that was carrying the Z-Type zombie 200m away.
The bullets continuously exploded on the D2's body, and the D2 carried the Z-Type zombie as it ran for its life. The D2 that was even more robust than the D2 in the granary was being torn apart by the bullets fired by the AA Machine Gun in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands.
A high frequency sound wave that sounded like the wailing of a ghost came from the D2. Zhang Xiao Qiang felt as though his brain had been viciously smashed by a hammer. Just as he shook his head to clear his head, the 4 anti-aircraft machine guns beside him stopped firing. The 4 machine gun squad members hugged their heads and wailed on the metal plate that was covered with bullet casings.
Shanghai Qiaoyun, who was originally shooting at the Type 2 zombies, also threw away her rifle and hugged her head as she kneeled below the vehicle, and continuously let out cries of pain. While Zhang Xiaoqiang was being tormented, the Type 2 zombies were not having a good time either. The 2 D2 zombies that were beyond recognition were rolling on the ground, and their mouths were also letting out miserable cries.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's resistance was relatively high, and other than the ringing in his ears and dizziness, he did not fall to the point of losing consciousness. However, he immediately felt that something was wrong, and the wailing of the Z-Type zombie was getting softer and softer. He endured the intense dizziness and tried to look in that direction.
"Pa …." Zhang Xiaoqiang slapped himself in the face, and following the violent vibrations on his face, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and jumped down from the vehicle. He pulled out the Rat King Blade and ran towards the 2 D2 zombies that were still rolling on the ground. The Rat King Blade was like a sickle, and it immediately hooked onto the D2's neck, and the crystal yellow Rat King Blade swung upwards, and a huge head fell to the ground and rolled far away.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took advantage of the fact that the D2 could not retaliate, and easily dealt with them. He then got up and chased after the Z-Type.
Originally, the Z-Type was carried away by the D2, but now, there was only a D2 that had been badly mutilated by a large caliber bullet lying on the ground. It was unknown if it was dead or alive, but the black squid-like X-Type had long since disappeared.
Zhang Xiaoqiang ran towards the D2 while grumbling about why he did not have the talent to drive. Shanghai Qiaoyun was lying unconscious on the ground, and no one could drive to chase after the Z-Type?
Zhang Xiaoqiang panted as he ran towards the D2's side, and glanced at it. The D2's 3m tall body had a large soup bowl sized hole in it, and the muscles inside were tangled and broken at the sides of the hole. The broken bones were charred black from the explosion, and its neck was twisted to the side, and a ball of yellow and black brain matter came pouring out of its head, splattering onto the ground in front of it.
Seeing the D2's brain matter spurting out, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that he did not need to give it another stab. This unlucky D2 was the closest to the Z-Type, and naturally received the most damage. The other D2 could still struggle on the ground, but this D2's brain matter was directly blasted out by the sound wave.
At this moment, the ghostly wails had already disappeared, and the Z-Type had also disappeared. Zhang Xiaoqiang kept looking around, trying to find traces of the Z-Type.
Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang found its messy footprints. He thanked the super fire, and also thanked the ordinary zombies that had turned to ash in the fire. The ashes of the zombies were carried into the air by the hot air, and slowly fell around the fire, forming a thick layer of dust on the ground.
Two bird claw like footprints on the ground were very conspicuous, and Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly followed the strange footprints towards the direction that the Z-Type had escaped to. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang was no longer anxious, the Z-Type had already revealed all of its trump cards, which meant that the Z-Type had lost all of its assets. Right now, the Z-Type was like a tortoise crawling in a dry field, as long as Zhang Xiaoqiang found its hiding place, the Z-Type would not have any chance of escaping.
The terrain here was more complicated, Zhang Xiaoqiang held the Rat King Blade in his left hand, and the Desert Eagle in his right hand. He carefully went around the scattered rocks and ridges, and finally stopped at a dried up pond next to the field. The pond was not big, and the water inside had already evaporated, making the pond look no different from an ordinary pit.
Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked around the pond, his eyes staring at the mound of dirt at the bottom of the pond. Seeing the mound of dirt at the bottom of the pond, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt it was funny, this cunning Z-Type knew how to escape, and also knew how to hide. It even knew how to dig a hole to bury itself, but when it hid, it seemed to be quite retarded. The bottom of the pond was filled with traces of being thrown away, and even the mound of dirt on its body was uneven, the two black feet that were like bird claws were exposed outside.
Looking at the Z-Type hiding in the mound of dirt, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought for a while, and decided to give up on the opportunity to capture it alive. The Z-Type could affect the actions of humans, causing them to hallucinate. Although it did not work on Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not always stay by its side.
Zhang Xiaoqiang retreated a few steps, and knelt on the ground. He pulled out two hand grenades and threw them into the pond, then raised his gun and aimed at the pond. Sure enough, the cowardly Z-Type could not take even the slightest shock. The moment the hand grenades landed beside it, the Z-Type jumped out from the mound of dirt, and used its only method of attack to escape from the pit.
Zhang Xiao Qiang's brain once again experienced the intense dizziness brought about by the pain. He endured the headache and continuously pulled the trigger towards the pond. The bullets continuously landed on the ground beside the pond. The Z-Type that had already poked its head out was scared and shrunk back. With two loud sounds, all sorts of mud and pieces of zombies fell from the sky.
Half of the black skull fell at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. Looking at the wreckage at his feet, Zhang Xiaoqiang let out a deep breath. He turned and walked towards the convoy. The machine guns on the side of the convoy were still firing. Without the Z-Type's command, the zombies were completely in chaos. Their suppressed instincts once again erupted, and under the fire and smoke, the zombies were like headless flies, and from time to time, zombies would run into the fire.
Standing in front of the convoy, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the chaotic zombies. They did not continue to rush out, but instead circled around the fire. One by one, the zombies were ignited, and one by one, the zombies were pushed into the fire by their companions that were ignited. Many zombies had lost their sense of smell, and without the Z-Type's command, they just walked straight into the fire.
Relatively speaking, the number of zombies that could run out of the sea of fire were not many. It was like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. Looking at the chaotic zombies in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang lit a cigarette for himself, and looked at the thick smoke in the sky in a daze.