The weapons and equipment here in the building are usually subdivided into two categories. One category is specifically designed for dealing with zombies on motorcycles, and is mostly single-wielding light weapons such as long knives; the other category is for close combat. Heavy weapons, among which the mace with pyramids, angle irons, and barbs randomly welded on the surface is the most popular.
The vitality of the walking zombies is ridiculously strong. If the knife cuts too many bones, it will become dull and the blade will curl. But as long as I don’t have the blade, no one can get me.
Only in the end of the world will the people on this island realize that those apocalyptic novels that used to feature guns and AKC4 are all fucking bullshit. There has never been and no one in Rabbit's territory really longing for American "freedom" ".
Generally speaking, an ordinary town-level town with a population of less than 100,000 and 200,000 has all the weapons to arm a reinforced platoon. Among them, TDs account for the absolute majority, and they usually have a saber-tooth tiger base and a handful of weapons on hand. There are several cute little ones that can be thrown away, and they are also equipped with a few continuous hairs and ones with mirrors.
As for the miraculous situation rumored in the novel, not counting those on field arrest missions, it is normal for everyone to write reports with .64 or .92 signatures and use them in rotation. The actual salary of that gadget you are looking forward to is better than that of a bus. They're all so miserable.
There is a library, but the exact amount of content in it can be deduced.
It’s not that there is no system in the building. I did have the idea of equipping thermal weapons at the beginning, but when I got it in my hand with great excitement, I realized that this was not the case at all.
Some people have been in the system for a lifetime and have never touched a gun a few times. Some people have been equipped with guns for a lifetime and have never had a chance to compete with anyone. People who have not received long-term professional training cannot play with this thing. There are a lot of people in the building, and there are only four in total. I have personally equipped it, and two of them came out of the system, one is retired, and the other is purely talented.
What training? Where is the ammunition for you to train now?
Only one of these four people gave up on his own. Facing the zombies rushing towards him, the distance and timing always flew by. It was useless if he didn't hit the key parts. Most of the time, he still relied on It must be that big fang stick...
The zombies don't know what pain and fear are and can still produce amazing effects, but what happens when this blunt instrument acts on the human body?
The people behind rushed forward desperately, and the people in front tried their best to retreat, but it was to no avail. They could only watch helplessly as they were pushed forward.
Then, the people standing on both sides of the gap from the side of the building struck at them like big sticks with big fangs.
Everything happened so fast, from the young man accidentally falling and dying violently, to the blood flowing into the river from both sides, it only took a few minutes or even dozens of seconds.
The strong man with a red face and the person who had already rushed in by luck just ran towards the building with their heads down. At this moment, short screams came one after another from the outside of the crowd in the distance, which was particularly harsh.
The strong man panicked,
"Impossible, how could the corpses surround me so quickly? Damn it..."
The strong man suddenly realized something was wrong, because he saw horror and astonishment in the eyes of the people on the left and right who rushed up to stop him.
There was even a guy who was so absorbed in staring behind him that he tripped over something under his feet and fell like a dog eating shit.
What the hell is this tactic? Are you trying to play me?
The strong man tilted his head slightly and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye——
Nothing at all!
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
etc...
Where is the person who followed me in? ?
The side above where I glanced suddenly darkened, and a huge, dark figure that seemed blurry due to its speed suddenly broke into the field of vision, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.
What the hell!
This damn pushing feeling!
The strong man felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed truck. He flew up and fell back to the ground after several seconds.
Regardless of the fact that all the bones in his body were groaning, the dizzy strong man struggled to get up, and a large naked foot that was probably 60 yards in size stepped heavily on the ground against the tip of his nose.
(Zhong Jianzhang: I am familiar with this. It is the exclusive perspective of our professional Lao Wang, right)
Boom!
There was a dull sound of landing, and the surrounding ground shook.
The strong man's movements froze, and he had only one thought in his mind:
This thing can crush my head!
Then, the strong man felt that his head was being held like a little apple, and his head was pulling on his neck and body, and then the whole person left the ground.
An extremely ferocious face faced him, very close at hand.
The green-black bone spurs more than a foot long on the elbows and shoulders of the thing had poked somewhere in his body because they were too close. They were bleeding and painful, but he did not dare to move.
Compared with the supposed burly figure of a strong man, it was as ridiculous as a dirty stuffed toy that was tired of being played with by a naughty child.
With just a wave of his hand, it threw the strong man far away.
"Roar~"
Brother Zhi roared loudly, and the sound spread like rolling thunder.
The scattered people who had rushed in, the two sides who were fighting bloody battles in the gap, and the crowd of people watching outside were all stunned. Even the roar of the zombies in the distance paused for a moment.
The strong man slid along a long trajectory in the air and passed over the embankment under the dull and frightened gazes of the people.
"Oh my god, what kind of monster is that!"
"It's coming towards us..."
"Get out of here, don't squeeze, stay back..."
"Get out of the way!"
The tight-knit crowd completed a gossip in just a few tenths of a second, and even thoughtfully made a large area of empty space in the already not wealthy per capita land area.
"???"
The strong man was in mid-air, but at this moment, there was no feeling of fear in his mind. There was only one sentence of MMP that he didn't have time to say:
"You should fucking pick me up!"
There was a muffled sound of broken bones and tendons, and it was like smashing a rotten melon with a stinking body on the ground. Blood and internal organs immediately filled the open space among the crowd.
You can hear the needle drop!
Li Cang waved, and Big Corpse Brother followed him up the embankment and stood in the middle of the gap.
During the conflict between the two sides, part of the bloody "corpse" lying on the ground suddenly came to life, struggling desperately to stay away from the big corpse brother.
The people outside looked confused and horrified, staring blankly at the ferocious monster-like creature covered with bone armor and bone spurs, and the thin young man next to it.
No one dares to move!
Li Cang turned around and said something to Qiao Shasha and several team captains who were also shocked.
Then the anxious crowd outside knew that the turning point was coming...
Resentment and unwillingness flashed across the faces of Qiao Shasha and others. They briefly exchanged a few words, and finally most of the 20 team leaders nodded.
So Qiao Shasha stepped forward, took a deep breath,
"You can come in, but this time, you can only stand in front of us."
The people outside were in an uproar, but they quickly calmed down under Brother Zhi's glance.
A dozen oversized baskets containing simple homemade weapons such as long knives, machetes, short straws, etc. were carried to the flat ground behind the gap and put away.
"Now," Qiao Shasha pointed to the baskets, "choose."
At this time, the tide of corpses was less than 2 kilometers away from the crowd.
There was a long silence of more than ten seconds.
"Oh shit!"
Finally someone couldn't help it anymore.
A young man pushed away the person next to him and almost shouted,
"Damn it, I'd rather live standing than die kneeling, just do it!"
The corners of Li Cang's mouth twitched, and he looked at each other and almost laughed out loud.
The people around the young man looked at him like an idiot——
Are you serious?
Now?
Say this?
Is it so late?
Well, this is a way that the young man has not mastered...
Under everyone's gaze, he climbed up the embankment dejectedly and picked a not-too-heavy machete from the basket.
He found a spot on the embankment where the faces of the guys around him didn't look so fierce, forced himself to put on a flattering, semi-embarrassed smile, and stood up shivering.
The crowd outside began to commotion, but this time there was really no time for them to cause further trouble.
More than a thousand people showed unprecedented quality and order. There was no noise, no crowding and jumping in line. They filed in through the gap like obedient silent lambs without saying a word, and shrank their bodies to avoid the big man standing in the middle of the gap. Brother Corpse, pick up the various weapons in the basket and quickly disperse them to the embankment.
