Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 180
While Qi Lin sneaked into Bishop Saman's lair, a team of Templar Knights was caught in a bitter battle at a small stronghold of the Mutual Aid Society in the outer suburbs of the City of Steel.

"Chief Knight, there are a large number of zombies coming from the north and south, and we are running out of ammunition!" A Templar shouted loudly, and at the same time, he quickly grabbed the bullets piled up at his feet with both hands and filled them in. Among those empty magazines.

"Save ammo! Shoot the zombies closer, aim for the head, and try to shoot one at a time!"

Fog Eye occupies the highest point of the stronghold, holding his symbolic "Mosin-Nagant" in his hand. Whenever there is a clear gunshot on the battlefield, a strong zombie will fall down.

The small stronghold of this mutual aid association is more than 200 kilometers away from the city of steel, in the territory of JH City, Zhejiang Province in the old days.

This stronghold was transformed from a tollbooth on a highway. It is the outermost portal for the players of the Mutual Aid Society to leave the City of Steel as "missionaries". Fog Eye and his Templars escorted them The missionaries didn't come once or twice, but who knew that this time, the small toll booth with less than a hundred people stationed there actually attracted all the zombies from the surrounding villages and towns!

This is also a new phenomenon that appeared after the difficulty of the game world was raised to level two. Although the perception ability of ordinary zombies is low, they have evolved a peculiar ability. Slowly gathering, Fog Eyes and the others were careless and did not set up a sentry at a place far from the toll booth, so they were surrounded by these zombies who suddenly rushed out of this small toll booth.

"What the hell, why can't I finish the fight? There are more and more... Are we abandoned by the main god!"

"I've never eaten Jinhua's ham...but now we're going to be eaten by Jinhua's zombies as ham..."

The only heavy fire weapon in the toll booth is a Type 85 heavy machine gun welded to the pickup truck. The machine gunner's thick arms are bursting with blue veins, his fingers are tightly holding the trigger, and the thick muzzle is constantly spitting out flames. , One round after another of continuous 12.7mm large-caliber bullets tore a group of vicious and ugly zombies into pieces.

"Barrel! Spare barrel!"

The box of ammunition belts hadn't been run out yet, and the barrel of the gun had already started to glow red. The machine gunner hurriedly yelled at the Templar who was in charge of reloading beside him.

"Spare barrels, spare barrels...ah!... Brother Guan, the barrels are all used up, and the one just replaced hasn't cooled down yet!" The Templar reached out to touch the gun lying next to him. The other barrel, however, just as his finger touched the barrel, he retracted with a cry of shock, and a red and swollen blister immediately appeared on his finger.

The heavy machine guns in the early years all used water-cooling systems, so they could carry out high-intensity long-term shooting. However, as the war mode changed, infantry group charges almost no longer appeared, and the use of machine guns changed from strafing to long and short. Alternating bursts of fire, more used to suppress the enemy with fire than to harvest groups of infantry charging up.

Therefore, the overly heavy and complicated water-cooling system is gradually replaced by the air-cooling system, but the durability of the air-cooling system is far less than that of water-cooling. If the gun barrel is not used, it means that this powerful weapon will completely misfire!
"It's too late, use your urine!" The machine gunner who was called Brother Guan said quickly, and the saliva splashed directly on the man's face.

"Oh, oh!" The templar was a recruit who had just been transferred from the reserve service. Hearing what Brother Guan said, he put his helmet on and hurriedly stood up, facing the gun barrel, about to untie his waistband.

"You're stupid!" Guan Ge saw that the other party was about to urinate directly on the barrel of the gun, and immediately grabbed him by his calf, dragging him to the side of the truck.

"Extraordinary, take off your clothes, pee on them, and wrap them around the gun barrel, understand!?" Guan Ge roared loudly.

In many war movies, there are shots of machine guns overheating and then urinating to cool down, but in fact, urinating directly on the barrel of the gun not only does not have a high utilization rate of urine, but also easily causes damage and deformation of the barrel scrapped.

This recruit has never even touched a gun in reality, so it is naturally impossible to know the experience that only a soldier like Guan Ge has.

It's just that the battle is fierce now, and it's impossible for Guan Ge to waste time explaining something to him, as long as he does it, it will be fine.

The templar hurriedly took off his coat and folded it twice. However, when he took out his little brother, a look of frustration suddenly appeared on his entire face——

"Guan, Brother Guan, I, I'm too nervous... I can't pee out!"

"waste!"

Guan Ge slapped the rookie recruit aside, unbuttoned his pants, urinated on the jacket, and then neatly wrapped the jacket around the barrel of the overheated machine gun.

"Sigh~~~~"

A mist mixed with a strange smell curled up, but the red barrel gradually turned back to its original black.

"What are you still doing, change the bomb!"

There is not much pressure in the northwest direction guarded by heavy machine guns, but the zombies in the east and south are less than 300 meters away from the toll booth. Although every step forward, there will be dozens to dozens of zombies They fell down, but these monsters, who had been hungry for too long, no longer knew what fear and pain were, and quickly closed the distance between the two sides against the fierce firepower of the Templars.

Lying on the top of the toll booth, Misty Eyes bit his lower lip tightly, quickly pulled the bolt, and shot with a "bang", knocking down a fast zombie who was running at high speed and dodged many bullets However, when Wuyan subconsciously stretched his hand into his pocket to touch the bullets, he realized that all the one hundred rounds of 7.62mm bullets he had brought out had been used up.

"unlucky!"

Hammering hard on the roof of the toll booth, Misty Eye got up and looked around, only to see zombies coming from all directions to surround this small toll booth, at least thirty to forty thousand in number!

Even if the group of players in the toll booth can kill a zombie with a single bullet, and shoot out all the bullets they carry, they can't kill half of the zombies.

Asking for help is even more impossible. It is more than 30 kilometers away from the previous stronghold, which is far away from the short-distance communication distance of the brain. It is even more impossible to send people to break out.

"Could it be that I'm really going to hang here..." Wuyan tightly clenched the wooden gun barrel in his hand, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

The gunshots below gradually began to become sparse, and the Templars were already shooting in a very bullet-saving way, but that's it, many people had run out of ammunition, and in contrast, the zombies were far away from the toll booth Getting closer, getting closer...

　Hmm... Yesterday, a book friend asked if there would be a welfare chapter in this chapter. Well... I have no problem writing a welfare chapter, but if it is posted at the starting point, it is very likely that the entire book will be 404, so if there is a chapter in the future The welfare plot will be skipped directly in the main text, and then I will throw the welfare part into the file of the book friend group. If there is a need, book friends can join the group to download.Book Friends Group 564747351
　　
　
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