Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 128: forklift

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Everyone heard Zetas gangster's death attack, Zhou Qingfeng felt scalp numb.

David Lawrence described on the radio: "They started with only dozens of people rushing out of the street, but soon hundreds of people, hundreds of people filled the street. They were under the persecution of the barracks and rushed our barricade , The intersections we were stationed in failed to support for five minutes.

We can only retreat into the buildings on the street to stop them, but this effect is minimal. The gangster's death squads were all mad. They even got an excavator, and they hit us after welding the steel plates. This thing walks on crawlers. The rifle in our hand had no way to get it.

Now they have surrounded the entire Kenny District and started to demolish the house with an excavator. Butcher and others are all trapped inside, fighting very hard. By the way, in the face of this shock of the death squad, our team once again fled, and at least more than two hundred people ran away. "

Hearing David Lawrence's warning for help, Katrina ran out of the bathroom in a hurry wrapped in a towel. But Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to see her in the spring, and after leaving the next sentence, she left first. "I'll rush back to the rescue first, you can take the search team to keep up."

"How do you rescue yourself?" Katrina asked wetly, wet.

"It's urgent now, I will find a way." Zhou Qingfeng's sound has run away. He left the Katrina house to see that it was three o'clock in the afternoon. If you want to curb the attacks of Zetas gangster, you must drag the battle into the night, otherwise everyone will really be finished.

"I need a weapon, a weapon that can block the impact of hundreds or even thousands of people." Zhou Qingfeng's's brain was turning rapidly. He knew that dozens of hundreds of people over David Lawrence could not withstand the impact of Zetas gangster In the past, his twenty men had not helped, and he had to think of other ideas.

Walking through the two streets with a cold face, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly saw a large project forklift clearing the road. Some abandoned vehicles were shoveled to the side of the road driven by their powerful horsepower, barely maintaining the smoothness of the road. This is easier than driving away abandoned vehicles one by one.

The driver of forklift is an old black, and it seems to be a member of a certain gangster. Zhou Qingfeng rushed forward and jumped to the cab. The machine gun in his hand pointed at the old man and shouted: "Drive to Manhattan."

"What?" Lao Hei looked at the number of people around him, and was immediately shocked!

"I said drive to Manhattan." Zhou Qingfeng pressed hard with the old black lumbar rib at his muzzle.

Lao Hei understood this time, quickly turned the steering wheel, and drove towards Manhattan. As soon as this forklift ran, it immediately chased out several screamers. Zhou Qingfeng hung with one hand next to the cab, with the other hand flat-ended M249, a short shot scared the group back.

The wheels of this large forklift are one person tall, and the weight of a dozen tons of vehicles is very powerful. It runs on the road at a speed of tens of kilometers and rumbling, especially the big shovel in front is a flat push weapon.

Zhou Qingfeng hung outside the cab and stared at Lao Hei how to drive. After guessing that he could drive, he simply pulled Lao Hei out of the cab and threw it out. He entered the cab and started to operate.

"Victor, where did you die?" The Butcher irritable voice sounded on the radio, which was also mixed with messy shouts and shooting sounds, "These gangster's squads are completely lifeless. If you return within ten minutes If you do n’t come, you can only collect the corpse for me and Minsk. "

"Shut up, I'm on my way over. You'd better hold it for ten minutes, because I'm too lazy to collect the villain for you." Zhou Qingfeng directly increased the throttle to the maximum, and the whole large forklift ran a little. Jumping, like a rhinoceros, with a huge shovel head hit all kinds of vehicles, ping pong ping Brooklyn Bridge.

"You better think of a way for me, otherwise you will die if you come!" Butcher reminded.

Zhou Qingfeng scolded fiercely: "You wait and see, I will crush all those bastards."

At this critical juncture, Nieto quietly leaned against the corner of the corner and silently smoked smoky. He shivered as he smoked, feeling that marijuana couldn't heal the fear trauma he had just suffered.

The Guzman ’s 50-man Death Squad was the first to attack the barricade of David Lawrence. As a result, fewer than ten of these 50-man survived. Only a small part of the people killed were shot by the people behind the barricades. Most of them were chased like headless flies under the impact of bullet rain, and they were killed by the warlords behind them.

Nieto survived in the heap of corpses, and when he got up, he found that the street they had just impacted was filled with hundreds of corpses in a few minutes. The ground was wet and greasy, and all was blood.

However, the impact of death has not ended, and there have been follow-up combat groups rushing to the battlefield under the pressure of the Warlords. After seeing the corpses in the street, a combat group mutiny on the spot and wanted to escape. As a result, most of them were shot and wounded by the team.

After that, the Warlords felt that the anesthesia effect was not enough, and they took out cocaine, which was more exciting, and forced the combatants to eat it. These cocaine users will become extremely impulsive and excited, and may even ignore death.

As a Nieto who completed a death shock, he was allowed to leave the battlefield and used as a role model to boost morale. He was divided into two women and had a lot of food and spirits. He stood up and spoke to others who were forced to die, saying that the fight was easy and not terrible at all.

In fact, Nieto felt sick and uncomfortable. He would just want to squat in the corner and smoke a big * smoke, and nothing else to think about. And not far from him, New York Republic ’s Foreign Affairs and Propaganda Minister Jos was standing on the high platform, holding a loudspeaker to mobilize a large group of Mexicans.

"More than a hundred years ago, the United States seized the territory of Mexico, which is a shame for each of us Mexicans."

"After more than a hundred years of tolerance, we finally ushered in the opportunity of revenge today. You will respond to the call of Lowes.Mr. Zetas and join the war against the Americans."

"The motherland is watching you, you must be brave, tenacious, and brave to sacrifice, and use your life to defend the new New York Republic. This will be your glory!"

"Any defection is intolerable. If someone dares to refuse to join this great war, then he is the enemy of all Mexicans and will be punished!"

The voice of loudspeaker reverberates in the square of the City Hall, and Mr. Jos is extremely **** this speech.

And in the square is a blackhead, and Mexicans who have n’t smoked cocaine are either confused or frightened. Mexicans who consume cocaine are irrationally irritated by drugs, and are easily provoked by loudspeaker's words.

Looking at the battlefields where the Mexican poor are encouraged by themselves, the obscene looking Jos has a sense of accomplishment. He was holding a revolver and shooting at the sky, and at the same time he was thinking: This was what the Soviet political commissar did during the Second World War decades ago. This kind of blood-boiling feeling is really cool!

And just in the chaotic square, the ground suddenly jumped a little, and a rumbling roaring sound was approaching quickly! Soon, Mr. Jos, who was mobilizing from a height, saw a large forklift rush into the Town Hall Square in a wild manner.