Zhang Xiaoqiang recognized this person. He was one of the ten people who had been promoted to the leader of the militia, Chi Yong. Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the militia begging for mercy on the ground and nodded heavily. "Bang …"
Looking at the militia rolling on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang observed the expressions of the other militiamen. This time, Zhang Xiaoqiang had put in a lot of effort, bringing the entire camp's military force. The camp was now an empty shell, guarded by Lu Xiaobu and two paratroopers. The militia was split into three groups, the group that had attacked the town with Huang Quan, the group that had stayed behind to dig holes by the lake, and the group of 50 ex-policemen.
Beside them was Shanghai Qiaoyun. Shanghai Qiaoyun did not join Yang Ke-er's machine gun team. She stood alone at the side with an open ammunition box in front of her. Over a hundred 12.7mm large caliber bullets shone like molten gold under the light.
The escapees were the second group. This was their first time facing danger. There were many who were afraid, but there were even more who wanted to escape. The person who tried to stop them knocked the person to the ground and stepped on his chest. He pointed the Type-81 rifle at his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Unfortunately, there were too many of them. If one was sent flying, then ten would come. If ten were sent flying, then a hundred would come. Even the large pit could not become a barrier to stop those things. In a few moments, the pit would be filled up again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have time to think and ran towards the camp. In the face of absolute disaster, other than safety, Zhang Xiaoqiang was more concerned about his women. Nothing else mattered now. The unknown attack, the strange island, and the omnipresent darkness.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not recognize it at first glance. Under the thick shell of that thing, there were layers of filter gills like that of a crab. Zhang Xiaoqiang thought that it was a mutation of a crab. When the thing fell to the ground with yellow brain juice spurting out of its parotid gland, Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed, "Damn it … Is a crayfish related to a turtle?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang ran to the side of the corpse and picked up the Type-63 rifle. He took out two magazines from the corpse and fired at the densely packed mutated water creatures. He did not know what Huang Quan would do. The dock area had already been released, and it would be extremely difficult to capture it again. He could only defend the camp and wait for Huang Quan's side to converge before thinking of another plan.
This was the first of their own to die in the hands of the militia, but no one felt regretful or resentful. They silently raised their guns and fired at those things. There was no time for them to lament. At this time, rather than being treated as deserters and killed, they might as well die in battle like men, because they had no other way out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked towards the direction of the burning dock. Huang Quan probably knew the importance of the dock and had brought a few dozen members to support it. Zhang Xiaoqiang was thinking if he should let everyone rush to the dock area and defend it. As long as they could kill the mutated water creatures there, they would be able to board the ship.
Shanghai Qiaoyun did not use her modified gun easily. Every time she used it, she would find the most valuable target. Shanghai Qiaoyun did not care about ordinary small things, but it was different this time. The endless number of mutated water creatures made everyone feel pressured, including her.
Then, countless screams came out from the sea of fire. The high-frequency screams were like a sudden air raid alarm, making everyone feel dizzy and nauseous.
Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed to Yang Ke-er's side, pulled her over, and shouted at her:
After being attacked, that thing's temper was especially bad. It waved its big claws and clamped down on everything in front of it. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw with his own eyes that a three-meter long wooden boat in the dock area was instantly crushed into pieces by a group of mutated water creatures.
Yang Ke-er pointed at a direction to Zhang Xiaoqiang, then turned her head and continued to shoot. She did not even have the time to answer.
The crosshair locked onto a strange turtle-like creature. The first bullet was immediately fired, slowly hitting the top of the back shell of that thing. That thing slightly fell to the ground, digesting the bullet's recoil. The second bullet then hit the groove left by the first bullet. Just like the dizzying skill of magical beasts, that thing stopped moving again.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that Huang Quan had taken all the official members with him. There were only a few hundred militia left. Perhaps Huang Quan's original intention was to wait for Zhang Xiaoqiang to return, then lead the militia to rescue the dock. Who knew that the camp would also be in a situation. Everyone was in danger, and it was natural for some people to be afraid.
"Where is Huang Quan?
I don't see him … "
The third bullet was shot straight into the groove with some cracks. The bullet easily drilled into the thick shell, stirring up the inside of that thing's body into a mess. Then a turbid liquid sprayed out from the hole of the gun, and then the whole thick shell exploded. The liquid flew out and fell to the side, exposing the real internal body of that thing.
The situation at the dock area was very dangerous. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to look anymore. He jumped down from the tree and prepared to bring people to help. Suddenly, a problem occurred at the place that should not have occurred. In the building area of the original village, Zhang Xiaoqiang's temporary camp also sounded with gunshots. The whole camp was like a pot of hot oil that was poured with water, exploding into a mess.
The bullet hit the upper half of the man's face, and the lower half of his face showed his white gums. Blood slowly seeped into the ground. Chi Yong, who fired the shot, did not look good. He took a step back … and another step back. His body trembled slightly. When he took the third step back, he regained his balance. Without looking at the body on the ground, he raised his gun and shot at the mutant water creatures.
The gunshots did not stop for a moment. Hundreds of people with rifles fired at those strange things. Zhang Qiang even saw Yang Ke-er and Yuan Yi operating an anti-aircraft machine gun firing in that direction.
This time, Zhang Xiaoqiang was almost stunned. The whole island seemed to have become a dangerous place that could swallow everything in a flash. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not even know where was the safest place.
The single-barreled gun in her hand never stopped firing. Empty bullet casings fell from the barrel as her slender hand slid down, and new bullets were loaded into the barrel and fired in the next instant. Shang Guan's movements were very nimble, without any rigidity. It was as if she was playing the piano, dazzling everyone's eyes.
The only thing that could deal damage to those things was the Type-89 Heavy Machine Gun. Large caliber bullets fired at close range, causing a storm of shells to shatter among the Mutated Aquatic Creatures. Moist mud exploded into the air, and shattered turtle shells flew everywhere. The ground was also blasted into a large pit, forming a trench to block those things.
Suddenly, the continuous gunshots stopped. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know what happened, but he knew that it was definitely not something good. He heard a scream coming from not far away. A militia, facing the mutant water creatures, could not help but throw away his rifle and run. However, he was smashed by the militia behind him with the butt of his rifle.
The entire island was filled with gunshots. In order to increase the range of vision, the small forest in the building area was set on fire. The trees became torches, illuminating the entire village in a fiery red. Not only the trees, but also the simple Molotov cocktails that were burning with flames flew towards the mysterious mutant water creatures crawling on the ground. The flames spread among those things, forming a sea of fire.