Chapter 172: Zhang Huai An’s burst of rage
The machine gunners were ecstatic, although their skills were terrible, but it made them high firing a machine gun, they screamed out loud in joy, their wolf-like howls along with the deafening machine guns, adding the scattered rifle shots gave rise to the feeling of war. A few zombies did not die after falling, they dragged their broken legs and continued to crawl towards the survivors. Occasionally, a bullet would fly into its body and take away some flesh or bone. But as long as these shots did not strike the vital parts like the head or spine, they would continue crawling forward.
The machine gunners were excited, there were only a few zombies left standing in their eyes, and had completely ignored the zombies crawling. The women who were tasked as a.s.sisting machine gunners were completely immersed in their roles, to ensure that the machine gunners could continue firing, they kept on feeding new bandolier into the gun while maintaining the level bandolier to ensure that the gun would not have a stoppage. Their eyes were only fixed on the ammunition and the machine gun and were completely unaware of the zombies that had reached them.
On the contrary, the Combat Team members using the rifles to fire became more anxious as the zombies got closer, the older team members knew what would happen if they were to retreat and instantly brandished their bayonets to cut down at the zombies. Zhang Huai An and his subordinates had never experienced crawling zombies close to them, and when they saw that the zombies were getting close to their feet, one of the men threw his rifle and ran backward. This time, all of the Combat Team members turned and looked at him, a few others had the same thoughts and wanted to escape along with the first person who ran. Zhang Huai An’s eyes revealed a look of anxiousness, he unholstered his pistol and pointed to a few men and shouted: “Continue firing, whoever dares to run will be killed by me.” With that said, he turned and fired at the man who was escaping. His aim was not that great as the bullet barely grazed the man. None of his shots managed to strike the man’s body, the closest merely took away a piece of cloth from his body.
The man lowered his head and increased the length of his steps as he sprinted away. The sound of bullets whistling past him caused his heart to tremble, he regretted trying to run away, but what was done could not be undone and eyed a parked vehicle beneath the slope. Praying in his heart that he would not get shot, he counted every gunfire that came out. The sound of the pistol shots was almost drowned out by the machine guns and rifles, but that faint pistol sound was the clearest to him. Every shot out of the pistol would be like a ba.s.s drum being struck in his heart. Once….twice…..sixth time….seventh time…. His heart gradually relaxed, he knew that the pistol no longer had bullets. By the time Zhang Huai An changed the ammunition clip, he had run another 50m, a faint smile appeared on his face. He was rejoicing in his heart, rejoicing the fact that he escaped and had preserved his own life. His goal was to reach the vehicle parked down the hill, as long as he had it, what could stop him?
In front of him stood a man. Isn’t he the big guy that always shows his face from day to night, what is he holding? HAH! He isn’t holding a gun but just some black sword, hahaha! As long as he isn’t using a gun, what do I have to fear? Can’t I just dodge his sword? He suddenly increased his speed and ran towards Zhang Xiao Qiang’s side, As long as I maintain my distance from him, I’ll definitely escape. Definitely.
Zhang Xiao Qiang stared at the man running towards him coldly, he was constantly paying attention to the entire positioning of the Combat Team Members, regardless if it was the zombies closing in or the machine gunners shooting crazily, everything was caught by him. When he saw a few crippled zombies crawling closer to them, he knew about it but did not care. His subordinates not only had to be accurate in shooting long distance, they had to be as ferocious when it came to close combat. He mainly focused on every single Combat Team Member’s state of emotions and the machine gunners made him satisfied. Even the women supporting the machine gunners made him satisfied. Seeing how the older members started brandishing their bayonets, he praised them in his mind. But when he saw how Zhang Huai An’s subordinate tried to escape, his face became so black to the point that it was comparable to Fat Chef’s wok.
Zhang Xiao Qiang did not use his Desert Eagle. He simply held onto the Jing Wei Blade and waited for the man. To him, using a gun to end the man’s life was letting him off too easy. When Zhang Xiao Qiang saw the man smile at the sight of him not wielding a gun but a sword, it made him despise him even further. Zhang Xiao Qiang’s Jing Wei Blade was over a meter long but the man sprinted more than 2 meters away from Zhang Xiao Qiang’s side. At that moment, it looked as though the man was about to get past Zhang Xiao Qiang, but he suddenly felt a slight chill at his thighs. His legs turned numb, but he continued to swing his arms to run.
He suddenly found himself flying, not upwards, but down. “Bang….” He fell on the right side of his face onto the ground that was covered with coa.r.s.e sand particles. The large inertia caused his body to roll on the ground multiple times, the skin on his face scratched off due to the friction of the sand and rocks, revealing the dark red flesh and white teeth. Blood quickly flowed down from his head to the ground and an intense pain surged up from his thighs. From the way he fell, he coincidentally saw his legs left behind. He screamed out loud on the ground despite not being able to feel the flesh wound on his face and body. Following that, his thighs started to spew out blood, but such a wound could not kill him immediately. He could only roll on the ground and howl in pain, his howls reached the ears of the others, causing all of them to tremble from a chill, yet none of them turned back to look at him and only focused on defeating the zombies ahead of them.
With the man struggling on the ground behind as an example, all of Zhang Huai An’s subordinates no longer harbored any thoughts of escaping. Aside from seeing the man’s wretched situation, they also saw Zhang Xiao Qiang taking out the silver Desert Eagle from his waist. Zhang Xiao Qiang held onto the large and scary pistol in hand and observed everyone else from behind while the man with his legs cut off hugged onto his thighs and continued howling in pain. This scene deeply affected all the men who had thoughts to run. They immediately learned from their other comrades and clumsily brandished their bayonets while waiting for the close quarter combat that was about to occur.
The timid Zhang Huai An picked up an M1 Garand that was thrown aside by someone else. He held onto the gun and ran to a zombie that was closing in, raised up the rifle with all of his strength and smashed down. The dark red stock of the rifle smashed straight into the zombie’s head, which immediately collapsed in. He pulled out the yellow stained rifle stock then smashed down onto another zombie that was waving its claws around. The timid and cautious old police Zhang Huai An’s sudden burst of rage caused others to be speechless, especially his ex-colleagues. They had never thought that the old policeman that showed his face at work to pa.s.s the days had such a side to him. Watching the old police with rage in his eyes disregarding his life and fighting at the frontlines, all of his subordinates were stirred and roused. All of them rushed to the old policeman and joined him in slaughtering the crawling zombies.
The crippled ordinary zombies were in fact not that dangerous, the mental fear they gave the survivors were, in fact, more powerful than their actual capability to harm. After the old policeman took the initiative, all the other survivors calmed down. They no longer cared about the crippled zombies but focused their attention on the horde in front of them. Zhang Huai AN’s rifle was already stained yellow and black, he led his subordinates to patrol the front lines, as long as any zombies approached, regardless of whether they were standing or crawling, they would receive a strike from his rifle stock. In this way, the few men held onto the rifles and walked along the frontlines, near the mountain pile of zombies….