Chapter 367: Running

The two claws that can tear the steel plate and the strange force encounter the elastic tires are no longer good, the D3 arms in the roaring suddenly make a force, the thick neck with the head back and desperately lean, seeing the tire being pulled Long and thin, but it is not broken.
D3 and the tires on his head smashed, and Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer were ignored. They sat on the ground and pulled the tires hard, but they were pets wrapped in plastic bags with the naughty little boys. Cats and dogs are better than one.
The opportunity is rare. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s rat-sawed mouse blade squats down to D3’s arm at the same time.
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The mouse king blade is cut from the ,, and then cut by a shear saw. The scales on the D3 arm are half cut, and the D3 seems to be unresponsive, and Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to really cut off his arm. It will take quite a while, provided that D3 is lying there honestly. Waiting for him to slowly saw it, is this possible?
The unfavorable Rat King's Blade couldn't see the first time. Zhang Xiaoqiang was in a hurry and took the Rat King's Blade back. He ran to a car wreck and dismantled the fuel tank that could hold 30 liters of gasoline.
Nearly ten liters of gasoline was poured from the head of D3. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the empty tank of the hand and turned to Yang Keer's side. She pulled some of the dizzy and ran up to Guan Qiaoyun.
When they turned over the obstacles, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed to Shangguan Qiaoyun and shouted two words: "shooting."
D3, which is a few tens of meters away, is full of black smoke, and the strongest place of black smoke is the tire that is placed on its head, burning a thick black smoke on its head. Burning, D3's body fluttered with a long flame like a headless fly.
Perhaps because of its physical characteristics, the body that had not been ignited before the incendiary bombs burned out, except for a layer of black and black eschar, it did not cause too much damage, but it was burning on the head. The tire is getting smaller and smaller.
What really hurts D3 is not the burning flame. It is not afraid of the flame itself, but the smell of the tire burning makes it sin.
The most sensitive of the zombies is the ear and the sense of smell. The sense of smell is more sensitive than the ear. The black smoke burning on the head of the tire directly pours into its mouth and nostrils, which makes the D3 zombie completely insane.

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D3 will tear the tire into a burning and softened tire. The torn tire will stick to its hand and continue to burn. There are still some rubbers that are burnt into liquid on the head. Burning, compared with just now, this is already able to bear with it.
D3, who got rid of the bondage, was very angry and unusually angry. It relied on the thick leather armor on it. It never ate too much, but today it has suffered a lot of losses, and the parts of the body are constantly being removed. Even the ultimate sense of smell is almost on the verge of destruction, which makes it not crazy?
The front D3 has begun to look for small bugs that are harmful to it. Zhang Xiaoqiang is silent. Today he is a magic weapon. All kinds of means are used high. 37 guns, four packs, 40 fires, Rat King Blade, Yang However, the last pour of gasoline is invalid, and the D3 is still alive and kicking, and the activity even exceeds the initial fire raid.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his headlessly and looked at the team behind him. The team’s personnel, except the heavy-duty players, went down to the car and looked at it. Two or three hundred meters behind them, the corpse had filled all the empty space. Full, desperate, really desperate.
Sitting still waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang's style, standing here waiting for being eaten by zombies is not his consideration. He picked up 40 fires without rockets from the ground, pulling Yang Keer like the team ran over, Shangguan Qiaoyun Holding a single gun behind him.
I saw Zhang Xiaoqiang returning to the front, no one spoke, no one cheered, and no crying because of despair. They just looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang silently, waiting for his order, the steel gun in his hand had been pulled on the bolt, his body The magazine has been filled with magazines.
Xu Mengzhu will hold the cold seedlings tightly, not in the matter of the tube, the cold seedlings obviously still can't figure out the situation, he just looked at the D3 in the distance and looked darker than the coke. What is it.
The bean-sized sweat beads ooze out from the forehead and roll down the mouth along the sides of the nose. Huang Quan swallowed a hard bit. The sputum containing sweat beads shook with both hands of the nine-fifth rifle. The body was constantly trembled, and the kettle on the waist hit the metal fastener on the belt and kept a metal jingle collision sound.
He is afraid, is really scared, although he has had the experience of being charged with Zhang Xiaoqiang under the claws of the big bird, but compared with this time, it is the difference between the clouds and the mud, the huge big bird and the boundless corpse behind him. The tide is as ridiculous as a little chick that has just come out of the shell.
When I was in the rescue investigation team, I just looked at it from afar. He almost gave himself a slap. Now the corpse is less than two hundred meters behind him. This makes Huang Quan, who is afraid of death in his bones. Scared.
A small, delicate white hand gently came in from the elbow of Huang Quan, and then a warm and warm arm wrapped around his arm, and a delicate body with a warm fragrance slowly leaned back. to him, turned their lives do not know the owner of this body is to keep him cold cold, to see him once again beat his future wife Huang Chen Ye ~ EbookFREE.me ~.
Just in the moment faster than blinking, Huang Quan’s waist did not hurt, and his legs were not cramped. He was as straight as a real soldier, holding his rifle tightly in front of his hands and flashing his face. The unique resoluteness of the soldiers.
Chen Ye’s initiative made him scream:
Mother’s land, the iron tree finally blossoms, it’s not easy for him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang put the performance of these people in the eyes and did not speak. He pointed his fingers at the obstacles accumulated in the abandoned cars over there and drank them into the four-united machine gun group: "Give me the pile of things..."
The anti-wire line of steel has become a flame line of defense. The sound of the explosion of the fuel tank has come one after another. D3 is attracted to the flame and looks for those bugs in the flame.
"Everyone, everyone, bring food and water, bring emergency supplies and ammunition, follow me, follow me..."
With Zhang Xiaoqiang's order, the players rushed to the side of the car and carried their backpacks on their backs. Zhang Xiaoqiang also carried his backpack on his back and turned his head. He saw Xu Mengzhu buried his head in the chaotic crowd. There, I don’t care about everything around me.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is so angry, this is not the last step, she is ready to die? It’s a misstep to take her out of the house. Without saying anything, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed to the front of his mother and son, grabbed him into his arms and hugged it with one hand. He turned his head and turned his head on the shoulder and ran to the mountain. .
Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged one and one ran in front, Yang Keer Yuan Yi, they followed behind, Xu Mengzhu on the shoulder did not struggle, like only the wood did not move, Zhang Xiaoqiang squatted on the chest is very dissatisfied that he was holding him running The body continually writhed, Zhang Xiaoqiang was annoyed in his heart, and the hand holding his buttocks slammed his buttocks, and he was honest, except for the tears in the big eyes.