When Lao Zhao spoke, the team members stopped their guns and switched to cold weapons, whether they liked it or not.
There was nothing that could be done about it. After the beast approached, the firing angle of the thermal weapon was too close and the wall blocked it, causing the team members to lose the firing angle, which forced them to take alternative methods to continue fighting.
After switching to cold weapons, the team members quickly found the feeling of the past.
After all, they are all good at this. Once they get hold of the weapon, the almost forgotten feel immediately returns to itself.
"Go to hell!!" Wenquan Xin shouted loudly, and at the same time, he started to pull the beast who had been leaning in front of the window by the skirt of his clothes, and then stabbed the beast with a dagger in the center of his eyebrows.
At such a close distance, Wenquan Xin no longer had accuracy problems. The sharp short blade easily opened a hole in the beast's head, and the viscous liquid quickly seeped down the edge of the blade wall.
Wenquan Xin who succeeded immediately pulled it out, and a trace of blood splashed out from the sword.
One was gone, Wenquan Xin followed the same pattern and continued to move towards the other.
Imaginary scenes keep happening in the village.
Compared with Lao Zhao, Wenquan Xin's stabbing, Bi Dahu, and Yue Guishan's battle seemed less "elegant".
With two axes, Bi Dahu and Yue Guishan each guarded a place. They moved one after another. Anyone whose head was close to the window had nothing to say. No matter what, he went up and got an axe.
Although blunt weapons are not as sharp as daggers.
But Bi Dahu and Yue Guishan are all farmers, and they have been living on the construction site, so there is nothing to be said for their strength.
Therefore, relying on the strength of the ax and the brute strength of the two men, the beast's degenerated skull was not enough to be seen when it was touched. It was like a rotten watermelon breaking into pieces at the touch.
Lao Zhao's timely changes in tactics improved the speed of clearing zombies a lot.
The beasts who entered the village were bombarded by Huabiao's grenades from high up, and under the joint attack and suppression by the guards below, they were rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The fighting continued like this for nearly forty minutes, and the village finally returned to calm.
The rain is still falling unbridled.
God seemed to have expected that there would be such brutal killings in the village today.
Its tears fell to the ground, mixing with the liquid flowing from the zombies. It was an unbelievable scene.
Blood, brains, mutilated limbs and minced meat, the village at this moment is like a meat grinder and a Shura field.
Seeing that all the beasts were dealt with, Old Zhao let out a sigh of relief and said, "Is everyone okay?"
"It's okay, Lao Zhao!"
"It's OK here too!"
There are currently four points in the village.
Wenquan Xin, Wu Chao, and Lao Zhao were in the village chief's office.
Wang Zhongyu and Li Guo are in the monitoring room.
Bi Dahu and Yue Guishan are in the material preparation room.
There is also Lin Junfu, who is on the top of the tower where Hua Biao is staying.
After making sure that everyone was fine, Lao Zhao felt relieved.
The beasts have basically been dealt with, and even if there are still survivors, they can be ignored.
"Hua Zi, how is Lao Lin doing?"
The zombie problem was temporarily over, and Lao Zhao immediately became worried about Lao Lin's situation.
As an old friend who has fought side by side with him for so long, it is self-evident that Lao Zhao has feelings for Lao Lin.
Lao Zhao had just heard that Lin Junfu was injured, and Lao Zhao's heart had been clenched. Unexpectedly, the beast blocked the entrance and exit, making it impossible for him to go to check on Lao Lin's condition.
Now that the situation is slightly stable, Lao Zhao also hurriedly asked the tower about the situation.
Leaning against the wall, Hua Biao looked at Lin Junfu when he heard the greetings below.
Lao Lin's condition was not very good. The constant bleeding from his arm made him look very weak.
Coupled with the pain of the bullet itself, Lao Lin lost all his strength as before.
But even so, Lao Lin still gritted his teeth and didn't scream at all.
"How do you feel? Lao Lin?" Lao Zhao asked again.
Hua Piao is also very worried about Lao Lin's situation now.
Trying to force out a smile, Lin Junfu struggled to say: "I, I'm fine, I can still hold on."
Nodding, Huabiao didn't want to distract his team members because of Lao Lin's injury.
After all, the pressure they face is much more severe than the two of them.
"Old Lin is okay, it's okay. What's going on down there now? Have all the beasts been dealt with?"
Compared with Lin Junfu's injury, Hua Biao is undoubtedly worried about the war situation in the village.
At present, due to the possible threat of snipers, Huabiao cannot easily reveal its head to investigate the situation.
Otherwise, the next time you are pierced by a bullet, it will not be as simple as the palm position.
"Basically everything in the village has been solved, Lao Lin Huazi, you don't have to worry." Lin Junfu was shot, Lao Zhao didn't want Hua Zi to be distracted by the following situation: "Hua Zi, take good care of Lao Lin."
"Understood!!" He simply replied, Hua Biao would do his best to do this kind of thing without Lao Zhao's instructions.
But how could Lao Zhao know that he asked Huabiao to take care of Lin Junfu, but Huabiao's own current situation...
The pain in his palm was not stimulating Huabiao's nerves. Huabiao did not explain to his brothers that he was shot.
So up to now, Lao Zhao had no idea that Huabiao had also been hit by a killer sniper just now.
If it weren't for the opponent's limited shooting skills, how would Lao Zhao have the chance to give Hua Zi instructions here now?
Fortunately, this was not the first time Hua Biao was hit by a bullet. He suffered countless injuries, large and small.
It is precisely because of this that he is very familiar with this feeling, and his physical reaction is not as big or bad as Lin Junfu's.
"Old Lin, eat something!" Seeing Old Lin's sluggish appearance, Lin Junfu felt a little worried.
He dragged it through the supply alley and took out cans and mineral water.
This juncture is not the time to save supplies.
"Expand me, Lao Lin!"
After opening the can and mineral water, Hua Biao pushed the things in front of Lao Lin.
"How is it? Can you do it on your own?" Hua Biao asked with concern.
Hearing this, Lao Lin's face showed bitterness.
"Hua Zi, stop joking, I can handle this."
It's depressing to think about it. I am quite a man, but in the end I am reduced to being concerned about everything I eat.
This situation makes Lin Junfu even more depressed than being shot in the body.
While Lao Lin was replenishing his skills, Hua Biao touched the gap in the sandbag again, finished and looked outside.
It was very quiet. All the zombies in the empty grass had been cleared away. Anyway, from Lao Lin's current angle, there were no living things.
Seeing this, Hua Biao finally felt a little more at ease.
"Hua, Hua Zi, don't, don't be busy, come here and have something to eat too! Come on, come on!"
Huabiao had been in charge of the country for a while, which was a lot of work. Watching the young people busy, Lao Lin felt very uncomfortable with his mentality.
No wonder, after all, he is the military director of the team.
But from the beginning to the end of today's battle, Lao Lin felt that he really didn't do anything.
Not only was everything right, but now he was shot in the arm and became a liability.
This situation is really embarrassing for Lao Lin. Psychology is not taste.
