Seven or eight figures came out of each room to check the situation in the corridor. They didn't know anything about what happened before. Those people were shouting in the smoke filled corridor. The situation in the field was in a mess. No one could warn them at the first time that the corridor space was too closed, even if it didn't blow up, they would be deafened by the explosion.
"Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.
The deafening gunfire is constantly ringing in the corridor, and the fluorescent bullets are flying around in the smoke. The wall beside the corridor is constantly hit by bullets. Some dense places have become a big hole in the bowl. A timid man did not shoot. He threw his rifle and sat in the corner with his head in his arms.
Standing in the window, shooting at a distance and receiving fire at close range are two concepts. When the walls around him are chiseled out one by one, the cement slag of the wall broken by flying bullets is hit on the face, when the whistling bullets flash in the ear, when he can't see anything clearly, when he doesn't know who is the companion and who is the enemy, he collapses.
The bullet hit the wall above his head, and bursts of wall dust fell on his head and body like raindrops. A scream sounded in the smoke, and a sound of human body reaching the ground came into his ears. He held his head and kept shaking. Then his crotch was hot and humid, and a stinking water stain came out from under him, It's really someone else's blood and his urine.
When all the voices were silent, in the corridor where the smoke was gradually dispersing, the smell of blood and smoke mixed together to make people feel strange. This smell was very strange, and Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't reject it. He seemed to have a very familiar and familiar feeling, which seemed to be imprinted in his bones, After hearing the Tao again, he had a sense of reincarnation and fatalism. He even felt that he had died in the battlefield in his last life. Before his death, he brought this flavor to his soul and has been carrying it to this life.
A new bullet clip stuck into the body of the gun, and the bolt of the "Hua La" rifle was pulled open. Zhang Xiaoqiang was carrying his rifle along the corridor mixed with smoke and blood. The floor of the corridor was soaked with blood. He walked carefully. The bloody ground was a little slippery, and the fragments of corpses, bones and internal organs were scattered at his feet.
There are two concepts: a zombie being dismembered and a living man being dismembered. Although they have the same structure and content, they seem to be miserable. At least the zombies don't have such rich expressions before they die. In addition, the internal organs of the zombies are the same as their skin color. Even if they are dismembered, they can't see the difference. However, the dismembered corpses under their feet look... Forehead... Bird counting... Without description, In case you can't eat·····
Zhang Xiaoqiang was walking on the ground soaked with blood. A stump flashed behind him. He was a little surprised. It seemed that he had only hit half a clip in total, and the man was dead. After shooting, he flashed on the back of the corner, waiting for the bullet to come. He didn't know it was busy inside, but none of the bullets flew out of the corridor, Zhang Xiaoqiang was depressed. Where did their bullets go?
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