Chapter 200: Heavy machine gun

Looking at the large porcupine in the distance, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his hands with his telescope. All the original backup plans had been stranded. The big mouse had these long-range monsters, and they could suppress the fire while suppressing.
Zhang Xiaoqiang’s combatants have already had six casualties and have withdrawn from the battle sequence. This is the first and round. Looking at the intensive long thorns on the monsters, Zhang Xiaoqiang will never think this is their last.
Counting the three elite assaulters who died outside the wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s team members have already been able to fight with guns. He has brought out 50 people today. Only Zhang Huai’an has more than 10 people on the defensive base. That is to say, Zhang Xiaoqiang brought out 80% of the entire base, and so far he has lost 10% of the manpower, and 10% of the people are injured and can not continue to fight.
And Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to carry the remaining 40 people, to hold the wall firmly in the attack of the big mouse and the near attack together. It is not enough to keep it, but also to destroy or even destroy these countless big mice. Only then will he be able to get back the weapons and ammunition in the arsenal. The situation at the moment is not good. Zhang Xiaoqiang may be here today with 80% of the base's combat squad.
The porcupines who slowly squirmed and moved to this side seemed to be instructed by something. They stopped their bloated bodies and slowly leaned down. Looking at the weird behavior of those things, Zhang Xiaoqiang slammed down the telescope and shouted and shouted: hidden????????????"
When he shouted, he turned and jumped into the Xiaogang Building to hide his body behind a thick concrete wall. The other players heard Zhang Xiaoqiang’s shouting and threw empty containers of ammunition and ran in to hide their bodies. The three sons held a Bayi one hand. Automatically ran in and leaned against Zhang Xiaoqiang, and from time to time, the rifle was extended to pull the trigger.
The familiar voice of "brushing" sounded again. Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed the collar of the three sons and pulled him in. The three sons were brought to the pool by the huge force of Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"叮叮??????" countless thorns struck outside the wall, and some scattered thorns were also shot into the house through the open small door, and the place where the three probes had just been covered by numerous thorns.
The three sons looked at the place where he had just shot and fired a layer of cement wall. He couldn’t help but shudder. He almost became the sixth dead member today. He thought Zhang Xiaoqiang’s eyes were full of excitement. thank.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have time to see his eyes. He picked up an Bayi-style rifle who didn't know who was leaning against the corner. He shot the gun and fired at the large porcupine who slowly stretched his body.
The rifle violently beats on the shoulder, the right cheek feels the violent tremor of the butt, the muzzle continually ejects a blue-red flame, and a slicked stream of bullets hits the huge work that stopped there. The target, the monster's most bullets trembled in a row, and the dense long thorns on his body fell off and fell on his feet.
A 30-shot bullet of a magazine was shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang, but the monster stopped vibrating as the gun stopped. It gently swayed, and the broken spurs on the body fell to the ground with the shaking of the body. Then, it receives instructions from something, no longer shaking it privately, but slowly tilting it down with other monsters again???
"Hidden?????" Zhang Xiaoqiang once again shouted in and shouted in. Other players also shunned and stopped shooting. After three or four seconds, those intensive long thorns came again as scheduled.
After some long thorns hit the wall, the "叮叮" stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a bullet full of bullets on the ammunition box on the side and quickly replaced it. He led the crowd and rushed out to continue shooting. The members of the team squad aimed at It’s the wall, and Zhang Xiaoqiang is aiming at the monster that he just hit a clip.
Another shot was shot, Zhang Xiaoqiang helplessly found that the monster did not move to the Bayi-style rifle 7.62 mm bullets, except that it had no damage to it except for the numerous long thorns on it, giving him the feeling that he It is ticking it with the Bayi rifle.
The frequency at which those monsters launch long thorns is not very fast. Zhang Xiaoqiang estimates in his heart, about one and a half to two minutes, and they tend to lean down when they shoot long thorns, as long as someone reminds them to avoid them in time. It will cause losses to personnel.
But these monsters don't care about shooting people. They just keep pushing and launching, like saying to Zhang Xiaoqiang, I can't shoot you, but I can die of you.
The suppression of these monsters is not completely useless. At least the team members should avoid the long thorns and reduce the frequency of rifle fire. Without the continuous suppression of the automatic firepower of the Bayi rifle, the formation of the mouse mountain began to accelerate, although every minute or so. The bullets will be re-suppressed, but the speed of the formation of the Mouse Mountain has been able to suppress the frequency of bullet firing from flat to now.
Now in the afternoon, Zhang Xiaoqiang constantly shot with everyone. He didn't know how many mice were outside. He was in a hurry. He didn't know that the mouse would suddenly give something other than the remotely suppressed monster. I have another sudden blow on my side.
He unloaded an empty magazine and went to touch the bullet again~EbookFREE.me~ but found that he had touched an empty space. The clip on the ammunition box on the foot had been smashed by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang was thrown at the edge of the ammunition box. The empty clips underneath, the empty clips are stacked on a number of brass shells into a hillock.
He grabbed a magazine and quickly put a bullet on it. His eyes kept looking at everything around him. If he could defeat him, it would be best. If not, it would be better to find a direction.
Suddenly his eyes swept to the 53-type 7.62 mm heavy machine gun on the floor downstairs. The thick baffle above made him feel a bit. Now the most important thing is that there is no continuous firepower to suppress the mouse group. The remote suppression of the big mouse, if the 53 heavy machine gun is moved to the platform, and then use the ammo box to block the two sides, shield the top of the head with a shield, is not a sealed machine gun fortress?
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the rusted heavy machine gun in the arsenal's workbench. He didn't know that he couldn't restore it after he removed it. If he took it apart, he could re-open it. Assembled, what if there are more than one part? For this, Zhang Xiaoqiang has deep experience, and the toy is removed after hours. A little bit bigger in the brain, it seems that as long as he passes through his skillful hands, nothing will work properly?
This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's third 53-type heavy machine gun. He realized the doctor's feeling of surgery. In this underground arsenal, Wang Chong and Shangguan Qiaoyun have two lightly wounded people each holding two. The flashlight gave him a bright light.
Under the glare of the flashlight, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the machine gun parts in his hand and sweated. He wiped all the parts with gun oil, and then carefully cleaned the barrels. The parts were still those parts, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was installed. If he didn't go up, he deeply regretted not bringing Wang Le out. With him, these annoying things didn't start long ago?