Chapter 22: Raise the gun to the cafeteria

"Master, you come back early to pick me up, Qingqing is waiting for you! I can wash and cook and warm the bed!"
Fang Qingqing's sweet and greasy voice, from the third floor, can make people get goose bumps!
Yang Hao felt a bitter cold all over, feeling that she was not as comfortable as her previous high-pitched voice.
Shaking his head, without turning his head back, he strode forward.
After he left, the other teachers looked at the leaving back, and their hearts were still full of endless shock.
Never thought that one person would kill more than two hundred zombies abruptly.
How did you do it?
Even if he is very strong and stuck alone at the top of the stairs, he won't be unharmed, right?
Is he made of steel?
Those terrible zombies are all fake.
Especially seeing him holding a half-moon axe and rushing straight to the cafeteria opposite, it was even more shocking.
You know, there are more than 400 zombies at the entrance of the cafeteria, wandering back and forth, and they can't even run.
For the first time, Huang Qin felt that Yang Hao's speed in adapting to the end times was extraordinary.
It's a killing machine!
However, this killing machine still has human nature, even if Qingqing did not kill her, but instead conquered her heart and called him his master.
The survivors on the second floor of the canteen clearly witnessed the process of killing more than 30 zombies, rushing back and forth, and they must kill a few each time, very quickly.
With such a method, even the students who they think are strong are not as good.
Even the zombies on the first floor could not be cleaned up, let alone more than 400 zombies gathered outside.
Many students who escaped from the dormitory in the middle of the night wanted to rush into the cafeteria, but they didn't want to be a member of the zombie army.
That's why it has such a scale.
Even if there were too many, looking at Yang Haoyi, he was not afraid, and strode forward.
Wearing a camouflage uniform, carrying a seven-star machete, a four-section iron spear, a Luo Jin crossbow, and a half-moon axe in his hand, he walked toward them quickly like a heavily armed soldier.
Some surviving women are looking forward to him.
It is by no means a good thing to be almost occupied by a man in the cafeteria these two days!
However, watching him kill a few zombies at random, walked to the south side of the canteen, and did not go straight to the door.
Many people are desperate and feel that he is not here to save people.
In fact, people knew in their hearts that it was impossible for him to break through more than four hundred zombies.
Just a desire in my heart.
Now, the desire is shattered.
But I don't know that Yang Hao is thinking about the small door to the south, so why bother to face so many zombies.
When he walked around the South Gate, Yang Hao saw that at the moment at least fifty zombies were wandering on the wide concrete floor.
There were a few chefs in white clothes and boys in Lakers uniforms. It was estimated that they were hiding in the cafeteria. They rushed out but died.
Standing fifty meters away, he looked into the bushes again.
Yingying can't tell how much, the only thing that can be sure is that there are more zombies than yesterday, and I don't know how to get in.
"Take revenge! If you don't take revenge, I always have a thorn in my heart, and I must pull it out!"
A cold murderous intent appeared on Yang Hao's face. How could he force the three of them to face the crisis of death and let them get out of safety.
Let them experience their original crisis.
Looking at the half-moon axe in his hand, the once sharp axe blade was dull.
There are too many kills today, even with sophisticated weapons.
But, at least it works.
Slowly put away the half-moon axe, took off the four-section iron spear on the side of the gun, and looked at the second floor window.
The canteen’s rack is about four meters and five meters away, which is different from other houses.
The two floors were less than ten meters away, but it was already equivalent to the third floor of the dormitory building. He even jumped on the fourth floor, not to mention the second floor of the canteen.
It's just that the zombies in front of the building are too scattered right now, and they need to get close and exert effort to jump up high.
Now the speed has reached more than ninety, 100 meters close to one second, they should not be able to react.
With both hands, he quickly tightened the four-segment one-meter long spear and turned it into a four-meter four-meter iron spear.
According to marksmanship, a hundred people can be the enemy.
There are only more than fifty at the scene, so it is necessary to try it.
"when!"
When the four-meter-four spear was successfully assembled, Yang Hao paused the concrete floor, making a crisp metallic vibrato.
In an instant, all the zombies at the scene turned their heads, staring at him.
In fact, their benevolent eyes are just decorations, the ears and nose are really useful.
Like a cat smelling a fishy smell, open his arms and stick out black nails, sharp as a knife.
As long as you catch a person, you can pierce it, and eventually you will either become a zombie or be completely killed.
"kill!"
Seeing the zombies rushing, Yang Hao roared violently, shaking the iron spear in his hand, like a dragon going out to sea, rushing forward quickly.
Getting close, his arms trembling, his speed reached its limit, and the tip of the gun stabs like raindrops.
"Puff puff……"
The heads of the six zombies at the front were strung together instantly.
At the moment when they were struggling, Yang Hao retreated, the gun body shook, and instantly pulled out of his head.
An egg-sized hole appeared on his head, and the dead could no longer die, and the body fell to the ground.
The zombies behind, no matter what the situation, smelled alive, they still rushed.
"Give me violence!"
Yang Hao yelled, his feet moved, his arms trembling, like a fully charged motor.
The spear in his hand shook, and the spear head seemed to come alive, trembling at high speed, and slammed into the head of the coming zombie.
"Boom bang bang..."
Each of their heads, as if hit by a big rock instantly, turned into black fireworks, exploding in the air.
A series of twenty-two zombies whose heads were blown out, their bodies rushed forward two or three meters before they lay on the ground.
In an instant, with Yang Hao as the center, a huge fan was formed in front of them, full of fallen corpses.
The black liquid was flowing everywhere, and the white concrete floor turned black.
The pungent smell spreads in the air and is disgusting.
The zombies at the back will not be afraid to stop attacking because the front is dead.
Only death will stop the progress.
Therefore, when Yang Hao exchanged his breath, they rushed forward with no fear of death.
Facing their charge, Yang Hao showed a sneer on his face, withdrew and then backed away, instantly pulling away ten meters away.
"I want to try the word picking trick!"
Accompanied by the big drink, the spear in his hand seemed to come alive and headed towards the zombies.
"Puff!"
With a sound, the spear pierced the zombie's throat and suddenly picked it. The zombie's corpse flew out and directly knocked down seven zombies.
They rolled into a ball and couldn't get up in a short time.
Yang Hao took advantage of the situation and smashed it down with a single shot, and immediately exploded his five heads, no longer struggling.
"This saves effort, but it needs a second time to make up!"
Get up and face the remaining twenty or so, like a tiger entering a flock, all skills are displayed.
The spear is really a powerful weapon against zombies.
They were all dead before they got close.
A hundred people cut? If the strength is strong, maybe a thousand people can be cut!
Yang Hao is very satisfied with marksmanship, and his mental power is concentrated on more than one hundred and fifty attribute light balls.
Light rain flew, and the value changed greatly.