Apocalypse Cockroach - Chapter 1299

Not long after Li prairie's cry, hundreds of zombies were thrown up. The flying zombies were like wild ducks. Hundreds of wild ducks were spinning, colliding and flying to the top of the mountain.

The dramatic scene happened. D2 was very powerful. The light zombies were not very good at throwing. Most of the zombies were floating, rubbing the top of the mountain and falling into the side of the corpse group. The rest of them either fell on the mountain wall in front of the trench or flew over the top of the soldiers squatting in the trench, Hit the wall behind you.

With the sound of popcorn, none of the zombies could stand up. All of them rolled down against the mountain wall like a gourd, which made the nervous soldiers confused. It seemed that Li prairie was too strict about the consequences, which made them unable to adapt.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care so much. He picked up a heavy machine gun and killed a D2 corpse in the corpse. Although more zombies were thrown up, they suck up all the bones and bones of the mountain as usual. It is not surprising that D2 is not giving strength. It is the location of the moat on the hillside is too good unless the zombie pulled an arc to the ditch. No matter how you throw it, you have to hit the wall.

The D2 zombies below don't stop. They just grab one zombie and crash it to death. The soldiers don't even need to shoot. The rolling zombies can knock over all the climbing zombies, which makes Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitate. Should they shoot D2 or not? It seems that each D2 can help him kill a lot of zombies, which can not only let the soldiers rest, but also save bullets?

There was a dramatic scene on the bamboo shoot mountain. Shiyuanye in the rear didn't know it. At this moment, his head was a little big. The encirclement and suppression of 100000 zombies had been officially completed. They were all splashed with gasoline and burned down. The troops were also withdrawn to rest. But the disappearance of 147 people and the death of 319 people made him confused.

Today's Tactical Attack, in addition to destroying 100000 zombies, killed at least close to 100000 corpse sea. The total number is almost 200000, but the casualties are more serious than yesterday. Yesterday's casualties were mostly the Death Squadron and the rear service, and the soldiers did not lose much, but today, Almost 90 percent of the casualties were soldiers.

In addition, they also lost a battalion commander and two company commanders. This is the first time that an officer at the level of battalion commander was killed. You know, every battalion commander was killed from the war and was the first old subordinate to follow Zhang Xiaoqiang, which made him shameless to explain to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Mr. Zhao, if not..., we'd better clean up and suppress like yesterday in the afternoon. According to this calculation, the casualties are too great. Half a battalion will be lost in half a day, not counting the logistics and the Death Squadron. It's still lucky that we only encounter one D2. If we encounter a group of D2 in the afternoon..."

Hearing what ishiharano said, Zhao Jun neither agreed nor refuted, but frowned and asked:

"What are you going to do with the more than 30 soldiers who escaped?"

Zhao Jun's words made Shi Yuanye uncertain. He looked up at him and said evasively:

"That's your soldier guarding the third regiment. This time, your battalion's strength will be greatly damaged. You can arrange it yourself..."

Shiyuanye's implication is that if Zhao Jun killed them, his battalion would lose more. If he didn't kill them, he might be able to recover his combat effectiveness earlier.

Zhao Jun also knows what ishiharano means. It's a war now, and every force is precious. It's a platoon soldier. If they plan well, they can kill ten or twenty times their own zombies. No one can tell who is responsible at that time. There's no explanation for the moment. It's not worthwhile to kill them now, But not dealing with them is against Zhang Xiaoqiang's own military rules.

"Forget it, wartime emergency, let them all report to the Death Squadron, tell Bao Lingmin, let him transfer two platoons of regular soldiers to our first battalion, and then form this platoon into a Death Squadron, rush to the front line, if anyone else escapes..."

At this point, Zhao Jun squeezed a few words from his teeth: "shoot to kill..."

Shiyuan sighed in his ambition. As soon as Zhao Jun went in and out, he found half of his company's troops, which can be regarded as a model of cunning.

"As for the tactical arrangement in the afternoon, I think it's safer to play according to yesterday's tactics. If there is no accident, we can eliminate 140000 zombies in the afternoon. In this way, with yesterday's, we can eliminate about 650000 zombies. It only takes us four to five days at most to get to the place where brother cockroach is besieged..."

Zhao Jun just shook his head after a little consideration. They could kill Zhang Xiaoqiang in four to five days, but Zhang Xiaoqiang may not be able to defend him until then. You know, the second battalion's bullets and supplies are not abundant, let alone water. Maybe the next day, Zhang Xiaoqiang is thirsty to death, and they can save a fart."No, we can't wipe out the zombies step by step. I estimate that there are still 800000 to 900000 zombies left. Cockroach brother may be able to wipe out 100000 or so. The rest depends on us. Besides, cockroach brother may not be able to defend for that long. We can still bear thousands of casualties as long as cockroach brother is still alive..."

What Zhao Jun said is not direct. Shi Yuanye understands what Zhao Jun means. Even if thousands of people die, it's worth taking Zhang Xiaoqiang out. After hearing this, ishiharano was silent for a long time, suddenly looked up at Zhao Jun, but Zhao Jun did not dodge with ishiharano.

"I see. I'll try to lead the troops to brother cockroach before the day after tomorrow."

After lunch, the armored vehicles were filled with oil, and the soldiers were replenished with ammunition. Just as the troops were ready to leave, Chen Fei, who was in charge of logistics, found shiyuanye.

"Ammunition can't keep up. Bullets are OK. Each soldier can guarantee 150 rounds, but heavy machine gun bullets and shells are not enough. Now each machine gun can only guarantee 200 rounds, shells are less than 100 rounds, and rockets can only carry 10 rounds..."

After hearing Chen Fei's words, Ishihara's ambition sank. In one morning, each of his soldiers fired at least six clips, and each heavy machine gun fired at least 1000 bullets. Only in this way can he have the record of destroying 200000 zombies. Does it not mean that at night, all weapons have no ammunition to use?

"Mr. Zhao, where is the ammunition depot you gave me? Now the police station has transport vehicles to transport it. Can you come back tomorrow?"

Ishiharano goes to Zhao Jun and directly asks about the ammunition depot. Zhao Jun is also shocked by the news of ammunition shortage and shakes his head blankly

"At least it can be delivered the day after tomorrow, which requires the driver to stay up all the time. It's just because it's too far away, so I keep it just in case. How can the ammunition be in this situation? Isn't it calculated? "

In advance, through calculation, the accumulated 10 million bullets and tens of thousands of shells should be able to solve the corpse group. This is also the reason why Zhang Xiaoqiang found the corpse group for decisive battle. Suddenly, he heard that it was not enough, which made Zhao Jun totally unable to accept.

"The previous battle plan was not like this. Before, we planned to nibble at the zombies one layer at a time. The cannons would only bombard the places where the zombies are most concentrated, but now we can't. In order to rescue brother cockroach as soon as possible, all the firepower will be opened, and the consumption will be at least three to five times larger..."

As soon as ishiharano said it, Zhao Jun understood that full fire and selective killing were two concepts. According to this morning's fighting method, it would take at least 100 million bullets to eliminate the remaining corpses. Three to five times is a conservative algorithm.

"Send out the motorcade quickly, contact the rear area at the same time, try every means to prepare a million rounds of bullets, and give the kid Venus a IOU to let him return all the ammunition I gave him before..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang is sitting on the ammunition box, with thick and long shells lying at his feet. He is also worried about the ammunition. It's 3:50 p.m. now that the zombies at the foot of the mountain have occupied the hillside 30 meters high, and the first trench has been lost. At the same time, the sea of zombies is no longer as endless as yesterday, At least the soldiers saw that the edge of the zombie sea was beginning to scatter.

Before the end of the day, there were only 7000 rounds of heavy machine gun bullets and 77000 rounds of rifle bullets left. Sixty two soldiers were killed, and the recoilless shells were also emptied, leaving only mortar shells and rocket launchers unused. He did not know what they would use to resist the zombies tomorrow.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Li prairie are worried about bullets, but they don't know that the rear is just a little better than them. Maybe at night, the soldiers in the rear can't get as many bullets as the soldiers in the second regiment.

"Give orders, all rifles are equipped with bayonets, and be prepared. I don't want the soldiers to throw out rifles and bayonets together..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang said calmly, Li prairie heard palpitation, today is only the next day, there are eight or nine million zombies outside, God knows how long they have to stay on this mountain.

Li prairie's orders did not cause the soldiers to rebound. They stuck bayonets on the muzzle one by one. Here, they had no room for other ideas. The outside rescue was in progress. In two days, thousands of people died and died in the rear to save them. You should know that the whole second Garrison had only less than 1000 people.

Most of all, every soldier's lips are peeling, and everyone's throat is burning, but no one complains. They wait for the zombies to climb again silently. As long as they can stick to one day, they can live one more day. Now, they just want to live