The convoy stopped on the side of the road. Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on top of a truck and looked at the gate of the base two kilometers away with binoculars. The entrance to the base was sealed off by a nearly eight meter high wall. In the middle of the thick concrete walls was a big black iron gate. The big iron gate looked a bit old. Behind the gate were two watchtowers that were much higher than the gate. Seeing the watchtower, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped in his tracks.
There were no people on the watchtower, and there were no zombies either. However, there were two automatic machine guns installed on top of the watchtower. On the side of the machine gun, there was an inconspicuous camera that was constantly rotating.
"There are people, there are living people."
When Zhang Xiaoqiang got this information, he remembered that there was also such a camera in an inconspicuous corner of the checkpoint. At that time, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't pay attention to it, but it left an impression in his heart. But now that the camera could move, it proved that there were living people in the base, and they could still maintain the power supply.
At this point, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to hesitate. He didn't want to have too much contact with the army, even if it was the army's survivors. For a small character like him, the army was troublesome. But now that he was at the gate of the base, if he didn't go in, how could he get weapons and ammunition?
Zhang Xiaoqiang was a bit annoyed. He looked at the camera on the watchtower in a daze. At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly thought of something. There were living people in the base, but they had abandoned the bunker. Similarly, no one had left the base. Otherwise, the two zombies at the checkpoint would not have survived until today.
That meant that the survivors inside were also trapped. The biggest possibility was that they were trapped in the control room. They could do nothing but operate the machine guns and cameras. You must know that the outbreak of the virus would turn 90% of people into zombies.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to go up and contact them. If they didn't agree, he would turn around and leave. Anyway, it was not a loss to get two heavy machine guns.
Zhang Xiaoqiang who was holding the white flag slowly approached the gate. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The person who saved people had to raise the white flag. This was a strange story. When Zhang Xiaoqiang was about two hundred meters away, the machine guns on both sides were aimed at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the white flag and took out a piece of white cloth. On it were two black words, "Save people". He saw that there was no movement, so he thought that he couldn't see clearly, so he continued to move forward. As he walked, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that something was wrong. He was a bit annoyed, but he didn't know what the problem was.
When Zhang Xiao Qiang was about 100m away, his sharp eyes saw the long barrel of the machine gun making a slight adjustment, aiming directly at him.
"Motherf * cker!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed and ran towards the gate. While the machine gun was adjusting, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a strong sense of danger. This sense of danger was stronger than ever. He didn't even dare to turn around and run. God knows if the machine gun's shells would blast him into pieces.
Following the sound of an explosion, there was a continuous sound like a train running on a railroad track. With a strong sense of rhythm, countless shells exploded beside and behind Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was running at high speed, felt countless gravel and shrapnel hitting his small body. He didn't dare to stop for a moment. He ran around the curve towards the big iron gate dozens of meters away.
"Huff huff huff huff …" Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned on the big iron gate and panted. The military uniform on his body had become a torn sack. There was only one place on his chest and back that didn't hurt. He took off the M1 helmet on his head and saw that it was full of scratches. Zhang Xiaoqiang was glad that he had equipped his women with leather armor before he left. He didn't forget to equip himself either. Otherwise, he would have died eight times over.
As soon as he took off the sack on his body, he looked up and saw that the Hummer was already moving towards him. Zhang Xiaoqiang was scared half to death again. He hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie from his satchel that was full of holes. Fortunately, the walkie-talkie was still fine.
"Shangguan … drive the car back. I'm fine, I'm not injured …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted into the walkie-talkie. The Hummer stopped. After hesitating for a long time, it reversed back to the convoy. Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang was slightly relieved. However, he was now trapped under the wall. If he was asked to rush over a kilometer of empty space to the convoy, he wouldn't do it even if he was beaten to death. The combat suit on his body could defend against bullets, but it couldn't defend against artillery shells.
The two cannons must be destroyed. Zhang Xiaoqiang made the decision and turned his head to look at the big iron gate. Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the Rat King Blade and started to dig at the concrete wall behind him. As the cement residue that was mixed with steel bars and pebbles fell down, a large pit appeared on the wall.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was sweating profusely as he dug. The Rat King Blade in his hand was unstoppable, but digging a wall also required a lot of strength. Especially this wall that was built by the military, he didn't dare to use too much strength. He was afraid that he would dig through the wall. The other probe would definitely be constantly scanning the top of the wall above Zhang Xiaoqiang's head. If the probe discovered any changes in the wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang would just have to wait to starve to death under the wall.
As the debris of various shapes and sizes fell down, Zhang Xiaoqiang dug an irregular pit on the wall. This pit also consumed a lot of Zhang Xiaoqiang's strength. Have you heard of a wall that was more than a meter thick?
It was right behind Zhang Xiaoqiang.
As he was digging, the sharp tip of the Rat King Blade in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand suddenly pierced through empty air. A small hole the size of a melon seed appeared on the wall. Zhang Xiaoqiang became even more careful as he slowly carved out the pit.
Wiping the sweat off his face, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and lifted his leg to kick the thin wall. "Bang!"
The cement residue suddenly splashed outwards. Zhang Xiaoqiang lowered his head and rushed through the smoke formed by the wall's dust.
After passing through the smoke, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even have time to look at the machine gun opposite him. In a flash, he rushed to the back of the watchtower behind him. Three seconds later, the continuous firing of the machine gun sounded again. The shells hit the hole in the wall and exploded. However, this had nothing to do with Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang took advantage of the fact that the opposite watchtower's view was attracted to the hole in the wall, and reached the iron gate of the watchtower next to him.
It was pitch black inside the watchtower. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even have the time to look at the machine gun in front of him. He slowly made his way up. Just when he reached the corner of the second floor, he heard the sound of footsteps rushing towards Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't light a fire. He lifted his leg and kicked something. His leg sank, and he kicked something.
A shriveled zombie was lying on the stairs. Its neck was twisted in a strange and unnatural position. It was obvious that Zhang Xiaoqiang's kick had achieved an unexpected result. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about this zombie. He continued to make his way up. When he reached the top floor, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't rush towards the machine gun to deal with it.