Heavy breathing escaped from Zhang Huai An's mouth, as heavy as the roar of an old-fashioned train boiler. It had been a long time since Zhang Huai An was this tired, and he felt even more tired than yesterday's charge. He could not remember the last time he ran like this. Even the pistol in his hand felt incomparably heavy, making him want to throw it away.
More than once, Zhang Huai An wanted to stop his aching legs and roll on the ground to catch his breath. He wanted to let the air cool down the burning sensation in his chest.
Running on the bumpy field, Zhang Huai An cursed the people who cultivated the wasteland. Running on the ground like this consumed even more of his stamina, and what he needed the most was stamina, just so he could shake off the D3 chasing him.
When he raised the rocket launcher and fired at the D3, he was already prepared to die. He wanted to atone for his sins, but he could not explain why. Perhaps it was because he had made a huge mistake during the evacuation, causing the delay, or perhaps it was because the blood and corpses of countless soldiers had been sacrificed to buy time for nothing.
Zhang Huai An did not dare to imagine how many people would lose their lives because of his incompetence. He was weighed down by a huge psychological burden.
However, no one really wanted to die. When he was being chased by the D3, Zhang Huai An had run away, and he had taken the D3 with him. What kind of character the D3 was, Zhang Huai An knew better than anyone else. Once he fell into the hands of the D3, there was no other way but to be eaten. Naturally, Zhang Huai An did not want to be digested by the D3. Even if he was going to die, he wanted to die in a better way.
Zhang Huai An swung his arms, using the last of his strength to move, but his body did not have the strength to continue running. The roar of the D3 was getting closer and closer. Finally, Zhang Huai An tripped and fell on the ridge of the field, rolling on the dirt and roots.
In the instant he fell, Zhang Huai An knew that he had reached the final moment. The D3 not far away was not slow to begin with. If it were not for Zhang Huai An running with all his might, he would have long since been torn apart and eaten alive. Lying on the ground, Zhang Huai An looked at the tall and mighty D3 and knew that there was no way he could run anymore. He could not help but bury his head into the soil and take a deep breath of the earthy air, waiting for the final pain.
When Zhang Huai An was running, he did not notice that not only was there a D3 chasing after him, there were also two people chasing after him. One was Wang Bing, who was carrying a nitrogen canister, and the other was Wang Le, who was holding a crossbow. Wang Le was running in front of Wang Bing. Just like Zhang Huai An, he was out of breath.
Seeing Zhang Huai An fall to the ground, Wang Le's heart was about to jump out of his chest. Zhang Huai An had always been on good terms with him. The two of them were about the same age, and they were on the same wavelength. Compared to Huang Quan and the others, Zhang Huai An was the first to talk to him. They could be considered close friends, and he was not afraid to talk about anything with the other.
As for Zhang Huai An, Wang Le thought that he understood him very well. Wasn't he just an old thing who was afraid of death?
But he did not expect that Zhang Huai An would be so ferocious as to bring the D3 for a stroll. Wang Le knew what kind of skills Zhang Huai An had. Wasn't this just sending food to the D3?
So when something happened to Zhang Huai An, Wang Le was more anxious than anyone else. He took out his personal collection and chased after Zhang Huai An. When Zhang Huai An fell, Wang Le did not even think about it. He raised his hand and shot the crossbow arrow. With the sound of the bowstring, an afterimage shot towards the D3.
The D3 did not expect that there would be something behind it that could injure it. It excitedly pounced towards Zhang Huai An. Because Zhang Huai An was lying on the ground, it bent down to grab at Zhang Huai An. The D3 bent down and raised its black butt up high. Wang Le raised his hand and shot the crossbow arrow. Even Wang Le himself did not know how accurate it was. Coincidentally, the crossbow arrow actually nailed into the D3's anus.
After the apocalypse, no one had researched whether zombies had the habit of urinating or defecating. At the very least, a zombie's anus was a Achilles' heel. Back then, the first D2 that Zhang Xiaoqiang had killed had its anus burst. Although Wang Le did not use an anus gun, his crossbow arrow was still very powerful.
Wang Le had once used Mutant Beast materials to make a sniper crossbow and 10 special arrowheads for Zhang Xiaoqiang. As the creator, Wang Le naturally had the opportunity to be greedy. Previously, there were still quite a few materials left for Zhang Xiaoqiang, especially the sharp Rat King's teeth. Other than the 10 teeth for Zhang Xiaoqiang, the rest fell into Wang Le's hands.
Later on, Zhang Xiaoqiang used nitrogen gas to kill a D3. Although most of the materials had rotted away, the sharp teeth of the D3 were perfectly preserved. Regardless of whether it was the Rat King's teeth or the zombie's teeth, they were all extraordinary items. The D2's teeth, coupled with its bite force, could bite a large hole in the D3's scales, not to mention the sharp D3's teeth and the Rat King's teeth.
The D3's claws that were reaching for Zhang Huai An suddenly trembled, and inconceivably stopped. Suddenly, its entire body jumped up. In Wang Le's eyes, it was as if the D3 had jumped up with half a crossbow arrow stuck in its butt. Even he was shocked. How could his crossbow arrow have such power?
Zhang Huai An was only temporarily out of breath, but that didn't mean he was out of energy. He thought he was going to die, but then he saw the zombie retract its claws and jump up. When the zombie landed on the ground, shaking the entire ground, Zhang Huai An came to his senses. He climbed up and leapt out of the zombie's wide open legs, running all the way to the back of the zombie. Just as he rushed out, before he could clearly see who was in front of him, he heard a sharp whistling sound by his ear. A shadow flashed by the corner of his eyes, and then the D3's angry howl formed a sound wave that made him dizzy.
Although Zhang Huai An was dizzy from the D3's roar, he knew that this was his last chance. Before the D3 caught up to him, he had nothing to fear, and faced death with equanimity. Now that he was as tired as an old dog, he knew that he still couldn't face death calmly. When he fell to the ground and allowed the D3 to do whatever it wanted to him, he didn't want to think about it again. He had already died once, and now he desperately wanted to get as far away from the D3 as possible.
Wang Le squinted his eyes as he looked at his results. The second arrow was more accurate than the first, at least it didn't hit the D3's butt. The Rat King Fang Crossbow was stuck in the back of the D3's neck. If it had been ten centimeters higher, he might have become the first hero to kill a D3 by himself.
Of course, Wang Le didn't have that much hope. To him, as long as he could save that old bastard Zhang Huai An, that was enough. Zhang Huai An ran to Wang Le's side in a daze. When he saw Wang Le using the foot loader to load the crossbow, he heard a "ka …" sound. An arrow jumped out of the crossbow's magazine and stuck into the chute. Zhang Huai An immediately shouted, "Wang Le … How come it's you?"
Wang Le raised his hand and shot the third arrow into the D3's waist. He looked at Zhang Huai An and said, "Isn't it me?
What are you spacing out for?
Hurry up and run … "
After saying that, Wang Le grabbed the crossbow and rushed out. Zhang Huai An followed behind Wang Le in a daze. He could think of anyone who would come to save him, but not Wang Le. Wang Le was the same as him, neither of them were combatants. Generally speaking, people like them didn't even have the right to show their faces on the battlefield.
However, this wasn't the time to think too much. Even he, an old bastard who cherished his life, was fighting a D3 with 40 Firepower. It was understandable that Wang Le would run over and shoot a few arrows at the D3. Most importantly, Wang Le had saved his life …