Vol 2 Chapter 430: massacre

In the end, the paratroopers did not crowd everyone down the lake. The gravel on the lake was not very strong. The heavier tonnage paratroopers were easy to get stuck. At this time, the assault vehicle formed a loose semicircle with two The paratroopers will surround everyone.
Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the car and watched thousands of people being surrounded by the lake. The complexities were unusual. These people brought a bad head. They wanted to grab Zhang Xiaoqiang’s ship. This is not allowed by Zhang Xiaoqiang. There are 100,000 people in the eye, and the withdrawal is out of reach. The zombies will have to reach the wall. The gathering place must be stable. If there is chaos, no one can run.
In front of these thousands of people, Zhang Xiaoqiang really did not know how to deal with it. These people have not really rushed into the riverside shipyard. There is still room for it. After all, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s soldiers have no casualties and the equipment has not been damaged. .
When I think of it, Zhang Xiaoqiang can't help but hate it. These people are too anxious. If he slows down, wait for him to support him. Maybe he can control the situation before there is no dead. Now that there is already a dead person, the mouth has already opened. If the rest is left untreated, it will bring luck to others. At very moments, once again, Zhang Xiaoqiang can't guarantee that he has enough time to suppress.
Seeing the crowds in front of them, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked carefully. In the end, he did not find a woman in it. Women are relatively less motivated in the last days than men. The injustices of the past made them somewhat self-defeating, so they connected Both riots were men and women did not participate.
In this case, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to use the life of thousands of people as a tool for the deterrent gathering place. With the orders of Zhang Xiaoqiang, the hands of thousands of soldiers were a little trembling. The opposite was not a zombie, a living person, they were not alone. Surviving, never experienced the last desperation, let them kill ten people, they can get it, let them kill a hundred people, they can do it, but let them kill thousands of people, they may not be able to do it.
With the announcement of Zhang Xiaoqiang's firing, all the assault vehicles and the paratroopers fired at the same time, spraying countless bullets into the crowd, and then the infantry interrupted the sound of the shooting.
Suddenly the fire stunned everyone, and the crowd standing by the lake did not believe that the opposite would actually shoot. Numerous bullets brought out large swaths of blood and blood in the companions behind them, blood fog, for a time, the whole The space was all red, red through their eyes until a bullet hit their chest.
Machine guns have always had the notoriety of battlefield meat grinders. Large-caliber machine gun bullets can't stand the dead zombies, not to mention human beings. In the blood of the sky, a piece of broken meat is rolled into the sky like a storm. In the moment, it became a on earth. The dense crowd seemed to be blown away by the squally scarecrow. The roar of snoring and bullets became the main theme of the lake, and even the intensive gunshots were overwhelmed.
More and more people from more than a thousand soldiers shot the first bullet. They couldn’t see anything. There was a fog in front. All the faces and shadows were covered in blood. They shot stiffly after the first bullet. The fingers re-energized, the second bullet, the third bullet continuously shot, and the people continued to join the song.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the people who fell in the blood mist in front of him. He has dynamic vision and super far vision. He can see everything inside, and in the flesh and blood, countless bullets are drifting away from the perspective. At the same time, his brain felt dizzy, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not close his eyes this time. He kept watching. He saw the first bullet torn three people into pieces, which was a 12.7 mm bullet. .
He saw two paratroopers fired 7.62 mm machine-gun bullets, compared to the large-caliber bullets that could easily shred the human body, and the parallel firing rate of the machine guns allowed the rows of people to fall neatly, such as an invisible sickle harvesting. The ears of life, and the thousands of rifles that sprayed deadly projectiles, Zhang Xiaoqiang was not sure whether every rifle was fired, but the rifle bullets caused more damage than the machine gun.
The bombs formed by thousands of rifles are like countless hail. In an instant, the dense crowds are riddled with holes, and the neat and dense fronts are broken in an instant. Hundreds of people fall on the ground in an instant. The blood fog blocked everyone's sight. They did not receive the ceasefire order and continued to shoot. In the fog, countless people fell to the ground, except for some of the bodies that were hit by large-caliber bullets and even the heads. People keep the expression before death, or panic, or resentment, but more unbelievable, as if at the last minute still questioning that they are going to die.
There are more and more people falling down, fewer and fewer people standing, they are not fleeing, but they are stupidly standing in the same place and can’t move. At this moment, their brains are empty, except for screams and blood in their eyes. Nothing else, let countless blood splash on your face, body, let countless pieces of minced meat, lay a carpet around, they have been completely scared, can no longer do anything, stay in the station There, until they became part of the body's smashed meat.
The fog of the sky is difficult to dissipate for a while, just like the thousand-year-old demon, looping back at the lake, shrouded this on earth, swallowing the painful soul of the victims, countless bullets breaking into the blood, high-speed flying bullets staying on the blood fog Under the smell of anxious, the number of people standing is getting less and less. Most of the bullets are empty, dyed to the deep red lake behind, or pick up pieces of minced meat on the ground.
Zhang Xiaoqiang can see everything in the blood fog. He knows that most of the bullets have been lost, but he has not issued a ceasefire order. At this moment, he is also stupid, although at this moment his face is cold and chilling, in his heart. It is a wave of shocking waves.
He has thought about killing thousands of people who can quickly and stably gather places, so that all those who are disoriented will not dare to have any thoughts, and will allow all survivors to cooperate with them like sheep.
But he didn't think that the scene of thousands of people being shot was so fierce~EbookFREE.me~ He killed a lot of people, just in the gathering place, he killed hundreds of them, and the dead is extremely cruel. No, no, three hundred people only lost their heads because of one of his orders, or twice. They thought they had been honed into a stone heart, but they did not expect that when he saw the slaughterhouse of thousands of bodies, he was scared. Thousands of bodies over his limits.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the front of countless bodies and the ground, and the lake was dyed dark red. When I thought that these people were killed because of one command, he seemed to hear the cry of countless souls echoing in his ears, gunshots. Without stopping, the bullets continued to pick up a piece of soil with blood and minced meat on the ground body, and more complete bodies were torn and shredded by large-caliber bullets.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and pressed all the extra thoughts and magic obstacles to his heart. He raised his right arm violently. In the next second, all the heavy machine guns stopped, and the gunshots slowly disappeared. The blood of the sky was scattered, and countless incomplete bodies were exposed in the eyes of everyone.
The people in the distance were blocked by thousands of soldiers, and they could not see the bloodyness of the lake. But the soldiers could see clearly. When they shot, there was a fog. They could only see a personal shadow screaming. , or fall down, or be torn, but when the blood is scattered and everything is clearly presented in their eyes, no one can keep them awake, as the previous Zhang Xiaoqiang is generally stupid.
The lakes that had been shot before were silent, no one heard anything, just watching the blood prisons made by them personally. The bodies on the lake stretched from the lakeshore to the lake. The bodies were thick and stacked, one with each other. The crosses piled up together to form a hill with blood springs. Some of them were lucky and didn't die. They squirmed in the corpse, and the crying sound was indispensable. It was better than the previous ones, and they were weak. The last struggle.