Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the big bullet spread out on his palm and was a little shocked, this thing hit a person, can that person still get a whole corpse?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm is not small, his hand can cover the hand of the chief Qiaoyun tightly, but now, the length of the bullet in his hand is almost longer than the length of his palm, and the thickness is about the same as a cigar smoke.

Type 54 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at a thick and scary bullet, he didn't know what effect this thing had on people, but he knew that this bullet should be able to penetrate the skin of D2, seeing the bullet in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little excited, he found the Type 54 anti-aircraft machine gun in the armory, although the machine gun is not well maintained, some rust, but Zhang Xiaoqiang has Wang Le, Wang Le is the best at mechanical repair, and he can repair the current precision machinery, the old guy from decades ago is not handy?

Continuing to walk forward, Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw a lot of bullets from the M1919A6 air-cooled heavy machine gun, which was also the bullet he equipped the machine gun team, the bullets of this machine gun did not seem to be very many, and it was only relative to other piled up bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang estimated a little, even if there were hundreds of thousands of rounds here, and there were still some wooden boxes that had not been opened, and they might even reach a million rounds together.

In addition to the bullets of the M1919A6 heavy machine gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw the 7.7 mm bullets of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, but there are very few bullets of this kind, and it seems that there are not tens of thousands of rounds.

After spreading out, it was found that the bullet tip inside was painted with two colors, one was painted with red circles, the other was painted with yellow circles, 14.5 mm bullets, the total length was close to 16 centimeters, and it felt like a small half a catty in the hand, and only the bullet in front was about seven centimeters.

Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered a TV series he watched, "Our Regiment Commander, Our Regiment", in which there is a Japanese war defense gun, and the shell of that war defense gun seems to be not much bigger than the guy in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the still shiny white copper bullet, and really couldn't think of any big guy in the arsenal who could shoot this thing? Type 92 infantry artillery? Isn't it right to look at the size?

When Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the innermost, he saw the 70-mm high-explosive shells of the Type 92 infantry gun...... When Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the ground, noon had passed, fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang's team members all brought three days of dry food, this is Zhang Xiaoqiang's hard and fast rules, and it is also a summary of his previous adventure career.

The officers above were divided into two groups to shoot, and Miko found that with only half of his men in two groups of people taking turns shooting, he could just control the rats that had reached the fence, while the other half of the team members were resting while loading the empty magazines.

Since the emergence of the rat swarm, all the team members have been fighting at high intensity, whether it is the M1 Garand rifle used before, or the recoiler of the Bayi automatic rifle used now, the recoil is not small, and many people can't even lift their arms when they withdraw to rest.

The battle line is stable, and the third son also has time to tell Zhang Xiaoqiang about the cause of the rat tide.

At the meeting the night before yesterday, Zhang Huai'an's worries about the food in the base made the third son uplifted, especially Zhang Huai'an actually wanted the third son to stop accepting and searching for survivors, which made the third son very unhappy, the third son has always wanted to turn the combat team into a combat team, and he can also be a captain or something, if it is possible to become a combat group, then he is the head of the regiment, and when the time comes, except for Zhang Xiaoqiang and He Wenbin, it is his third son who speaks the loudest.

He didn't have any idea about the two people in front of him, he was Zhang Xiaoqiang who pulled He Wenbin and rushed into the corpse group composed of thousands of zombies to snatch him out, he didn't say this but always remembered it, but he didn't care about other people.

Now that the honest man is in charge of construction, there are hundreds of people under him, Lu Renyi will not talk about it, in the eyes of the third son, he is a soy sauce player, and Zhang Huai'an, an outsider, actually wants him to stop accepting survivors, without people, there will be no soldiers, without soldiers, when will his combat regiment be built?

If you can't be the head of the regiment, won't the honest man have to suppress himself? Maybe even Zhang Huai'an will have to climb on his head at that time?

For this, the third son has a heart for food, he is not a person who can settle accounts, he doesn't know how long the base can eat the stored grain, he only knows that hundreds of people eat more a day than he eats in a year, and the food eaten in a year is already a big number in his opinion, this prison originally held thousands of people, and the food they eat every day is not a few, this is also a prison, and large vehicles cannot come and go from time to time, so in order to maintain the normal consumption of the prison, there should be a storehouse for storing grain in the prison, The third son said to Zhang Xiaoqiang that he was going out to find supplies, but in fact, he was looking for the grain depot.

In the process of finding the grain depot was very smooth, there were some scattered human bones on the road and not even a zombie was seen, at first everyone was still on guard, and they relaxed before they arrived at the grain depot, the grain depot was very large, and a big iron lock was hung on the door.

After they opened the grain depot together, they followed the light outside to see a giant rat nest, all the grain packages were bitten into pieces, all kinds of moldy grain were scattered, filling every corner of the ground with mouse feces mixed with rat feces, a rat that was only bigger than an adult's fist was scrambling in the grain pile, and the sound of the door opening also alarmed these mice, and then all the rats "squeaked" together, Sanzi was wondering that these rats were not afraid of people, and more than a dozen were the same size as domestic cats, The big rat with dark red fur rushed straight from inside.

Ten Type 95 assault rifles fired at the big rats, and the big rats fell on the way with blood all over, and the scattered stray bullets killed many fist-sized rats that were moving on the ground.

Seeing that these rats were frightened away, the third son didn't care, he looked at it a little, and saw that there was really no oil and water to fish, so he took people away, and after walking for a long time, they all heard a strange sound, like the sound of countless leaves falling on the ground and being slowly paddled by the wind, and then with a "buzzing" sound that slowly turned into a "buzz" from far and near, they stood together and slowly guarded around, they didn't know where the danger came from.