paranoianovel Chapter 131 Weird old Zhao
Chapter 131 Weird old Zhao
A group of people unzipped their sleeping bags, climbed out lazily, and lay in a row on the trench.
They scanned around and saw no zombies.
Someone asked: "Platoon leader, where are the zombies?"
"Zombies will enter the field of view in ten minutes, everyone must deal with them quickly."
A group of people didn't say anything openly.
After all, on the battlefield, the commander's words are orders.
They were all complaining in their hearts. The platoon leader was tormenting people, but no one noticed that there was one less night watchman.
They gathered together to drink water, eat compressed food, and chat.
"Who said the battle damage rate here is [-]%? There is no danger this morning."
"Yeah, I feel like the weather is pretty good today, the wind is sunny and sunny."
"Didn't the platoon leader say the zombies are coming?"
"Hey, I didn't even see a shadow. I just listened to his nonsense. I had a little urination today. I have to find a place to relieve myself first."
This man's name is Lao Zhao, and he does things a little out of tune.
He stood up and looked around, and decided to go to a bomb crater about a hundred meters in front of the trench for convenience.
Lao Zhao trotted into the bomb crater, facing the trench, squatting down and smiling at everyone.
From time to time, he would take out a piece of compressed biscuit and take a few bites.
The soldier eating here was disgusted and said, "Ugh, shit, I lost my appetite instantly."
"Nima, how did Lao Zhao eat it?"
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While everyone was talking, a dark group of zombies appeared in front of the trench. It was estimated that there were thousands of them.
Now the people in the trenches were no longer interested in chatting.
A group of people checked weapons and ammunition, found shooting points, and prepared to fight.
Lao Zhao, who was squatting in front of the trench, looked at the serious expressions of everyone and felt something was wrong.
People in the trenches also shouted and waved to him, "Old Zhao, come back quickly, the zombies are coming."
Old Zhao looked back and saw the zombie army behind him running towards here.
Poof, he was so frightened that his legs tightened, and the constipation that had troubled him for many days was instantly gone.
He casually rubbed his butt twice with something, held up his pants and ran back at a sprint speed of [-] meters.
Seconds later, he dived into the trench, gasping for air.
"I was scared to death. I will never go to the toilet in front of the trench again. I have to eat something to calm down."
He took out the compressed biscuit and took a bite without looking at it, then his face turned green.
Vomiting, I started to scratch my throat.
The soldier next to him asked with concern: "Brother Zhao, are you okay?"
"No, ugh, I'm fine. I just ran too fast."
Lao Zhao found something to wipe his mouth with, and then began to play with his mortar as if nothing had happened.
Wait until the zombies are within mortar range.
Lin Feng shouted: "Mortar fire."
Boom, two mortars fired one after another.
One of the mortars was particularly accurate and actually hit a crawler.
Feng Yunqing looked at Lao Zhao who was operating the cannon, and thought that although this man was unreliable, his cannon shooting was quite accurate.
The zombies soon came within rifle range.
Feng Yunqing shouted again, "Fire!"
Da da da, chug chug.
In the trenches, gunfire rang out.
The zombies were either bleeding profusely or shot in the legs, and not many had their heads shot.
Zombies are difficult to kill without a headshot, so hitting them in this way has little effect on the zombie's advancement speed.
Feng Yunqing was speechless. No one else had such a hit rate.
Click, click, click, he held a six-barreled machine gun in each hand, shooting at the zombies' heads wildly.
The heads of the zombies in the front row were all blown off, turning them into headless corpses. Then they ran two steps and fell to the ground.
Like a harvester moving through a field of wheat, it’s astonishingly efficient.
The comrades were all dumbfounded. The platoon leader's shooting skills were simply inhuman.
Feng Yunqing was shooting while chatting with Xingyu.
"Xingyu, how can you quickly improve these people's shooting skills?"
"It's too late for temporary training. Even if you have time for long-term training, it still depends on your individual shooting talent.
You can make them all evolve, preferably second-level evolvers. Once the five senses and nerve responses are improved, the marksmanship will naturally be accurate, but it will consume a lot of money and take a long time. "
"Xingyu, can you develop a simplified combat assistance system?
For example, a helmet with goggles can be worn on the head to see clearly the trajectory of one's shooting. "
"It's a good idea. I can get a series of matching firearms for the helmet. I can modify my xy-001 automatic rifle. I will design the drawings soon.
This is interesting. After we get it done, we can sell it to the outside world. The Long Kingdom military will be our first big customer. I think we can make a lot of money.
I can design many weapons for sale in the future. How about we set up a company? "
The more Xingyu talked, the more excited he became, "Name it after our two names, and call it Fengxing Group."
Lin Feng's clone Feng Yunqing said smoothly: "No, no, no, I have almost no contribution. Don't put my name in front. Let's call it Xingfeng Group. It sounds better."
Lin Feng's unintentional words made Xingyu feel extremely beautiful.
He felt that Lin Feng regarded him as an equal and his brother from the bottom of his heart, not just a tool.
"Hehe, okay, let's call it Starwind Group and start it on Blue Star first. When we enter the human race in the universe, we will register a company like this."
The two chatted for a while, and then all the zombies in front of them were eliminated.
Xingyu statistics battle situation.
Eighty percent of the zombies were wiped out by Feng Yunqing, and Lao Zhao and Xiaozhou together wiped out about [-]%.
In this battle to stop the enemy, platoon leader Feng Yunqing's contribution was obvious to all and won everyone's recognition.
As soon as the gunfire stopped, Lao Zhao was the first to run over and flatter Feng Yunqing, "Everyone, do you think calling our boss the Gunslinger is not too much?"
"Damn it, what does it smell like? It's so stinky."
"Old Zhao, shut up now."
"This is indeed not too much, but Lao Zhao, you can't just spit shit out of your mouth."
"What does this smell like? It smells like compressed biscuits mixed with shit."
"Nima, you didn't wipe your butt with a compressed biscuit. You threw it away after wiping it."
"Ouch, Lao Zhao, are you going to rinse your mouth? I'll tell your pretty nurse sister in the field hospital about this."
No matter what I said about Lao Zhao just now, Lao Zhao didn't respond. When I mentioned the nurse sister, Lao Zhao immediately jumped up to two meters high.
Everyone thought he was going to take action.
As a result, when this guy landed, he knelt directly on the ground, clasped his fists pitifully and said: "We are all dead brothers. Please don't tell this matter. You must keep it a secret for me."
Feng Yunqing said, "Everyone won't tell anyone, so don't say anything. Hurry up and rinse your mouth. Others will check the guns and ammunition and prepare to fight the next batch. This batch will not be the only zombies."
Feng Yunqing led everyone to win the battle.
Everyone began to believe that Feng Yunqing could lead everyone to survive.
And more willing to take orders from him.