Chapter 338: Small village raid

"They are a village with me. They used to have seven. They died in a fight with men. I am their head. I know what they want. They think like me. Why do we live? How good is it, one hundred, but we must take revenge, avenge our men, avenge our brothers, as long as you can really help us revenge, my body is yours, they are, only six of us, You can't move the other ones, let us die after we have them...············
"Stop ···· Stop······················································································ Is it so wicked?
"Now, you, tell me where they are, the other is not related to you, yours, understand?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped up to say this to her slowly. His meaning was already very clear. He just wanted to kill those cannibalistic beasts. Others were not interested.
"They don't have a fixed den. They have been wandering around. We have handed them a few times. We know where they are now, but you have to take us. We have to avenge ourselves."
"ON··ON··ON, you didn't understand, I just told you where they are, and you don't care about the rest..."
"Why? Why? I know that you look down on us and tell you that we are not afraid, we have a lot of people who have killed...········
Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted the woman's hysteria. He looked at the woman's eyes and said seriously: "You and your companion are now my captives. Don't forget your identity. According to the present world, you are my property. Everything is yours, your life is mine, I will not move your body, but you must obey."
When I heard this, the women were paralyzed. So many of them were picked up by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and naturally they couldn’t stand up. The woman bit her mouth and licked Zhang Xiaoqiang, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look at them.
A fleet of several military vehicles on the road on the small plain is coming to this side. The front is the warrior that Zhang Xiaoqiang had previously sat.
"Reporting my brother, Shaochun Huangquan brought in 30 combatants to report, please instruct."
Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to Huang Quan’s full report, and behind the Huangquan were the players who came down one after another. When they were wearing World War II uniforms, carrying a five-six-type rifle, the players wearing M1 helmets stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked at the women behind him.
The women were not scared by Zhang Xiaoqiang's murderous players. They seemed to care about the number of players. It was obvious that only 30 players were disdainful.
This Zhang Xiaoqiang was completely speechless. He looked at the female leader and said: "You go with me to find the day, others go to the car..."

How far is it?
Zhang Xiaoqiang, sitting in the back seat, couldn’t help but ask the woman around him. At this moment, the sky has begun to dim, and he hopes to arrive before dark.
"Not far away, stop the car at the intersection at the front, and they will be seen before." Hearing the woman said, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to check his own equipment, when he checked his desert eagle. .
"Can you give me a gun?"
"When you practice shooting, you won't have to shoot dry?" Zhang Xiaoqiang dismissed the woman's request with disdain.
"I want to take revenge. The guy in front will shoot at the same time and I will be caught by me. How to use the gun depends on who is in it."
Huang Quan, who was driving, suddenly heard the woman say how she said, and a blood rushed to the head and almost drove the car to the roadside ravine.
Feeling the body shaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in front of his eyes and shouted: "Open well, learn to be shameful and then brave..."
"How many people haven't seen it? Isn't there a hundred people, man?" Zhang Xiaoqiang and his team members crouched in a rock pile and stretched their necks to look at a small village in front. The woman was holding a hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang gave his army knife aside.
"I saw a lot of people yesterday, did they go hunting?"
"Hunting?" Zhang Xiaoqiang has some doubts. Can there be wild game after the end of the world?
"It is to catch people and eat people. They usually have ten people to hunt for a group of heads. When they come to the evening, they will come back. When the people in this piece are eaten almost, they will change places...··········
"Mom···, this group of beasts.
Zhang Xiaoqiang snorted and raised his right hand and pointed to the small village below. The players behind him moved, and ten people slowly moved from the left to the back of the village. Go, ten people rushed to the right, and the remaining ten people squatted on the ground without moving. They and Zhang Xiaoqiang were on the stone pile.
"You have nothing to go up? Are you afraid?" The taunts of the woman came from the ear. Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored her and made a gesture to the back~EbookFREE.me~ Two players who were against machine guns went to the left hand side of Xiaoqiang. A machine gun was placed on a small commanding height.
There are not many people in the village. There are more than 20 people who come and go outside. These people are constantly moving outside. Only a few people carry rifles, others are empty, and many people are still sitting together. Playing poker, seeing the sky is going to be black, Zhang Xiaoqiang is too lazy to wait.
As time went on, the quiet village was smashed by gunfire and flames. Countless fluorescent bullets shot from the village to the crowd gathered around the table. Those people were beaten by the sudden assault. A man with a card surprised to see the direction of the bullet, a particle bomb hit the card in his hand through his chest.
He lay on the ground and coughed, and a layer of blood was sprayed out with his cough. He looked up at the sky without a god, and countless tiny blood droplets flew down his head.
A man shouted and slammed over the wooden table in front of him. He wanted to hide in a short position. The slightly worn cards on the edge danced in the air. A particle bomb hit the broken pieces of the air in the air and hit the wooden table. The messy wood fiber flew away from the top of the hole and the eye, the blood, the red blood accumulated into a small blood flow from the edge of the wooden table.
The men carrying the guns were rushing to remove the rifles on their backs. A burst of guns rang from behind them, and a blood flower burst out on them. They fell and fell on the ground. The godless eyes looked at the ground under the face, and they didn't understand why the bullets flew behind them.
Without discipline, no organization, or even no resistance, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s players are carrying out a light slaughter. Those who run around and scream are the first to shoot back. Those who bury their heads on the ground are asked by their team members. They with their bodies and rushed to the side.