Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 180: The ammunition is exhausted.

While Qi Lin sneaked into the Lair of Bishop Saman, at a small stronghold of the Mutual Aid Association in the outer suburbs of the City of Steel, a team of Templar knights was caught in a bitter battle.

"Knight Commander, there are a large number of zombies coming from the north and south, our ammunition is almost running out!" A Templar shouted loudly, and at the same time he quickly grabbed the piles piled on his feet with both hands. The bullets filled the empty magazines.

"Save ammunition! Put the zombies close and hit them, aim at the head, and try to shoot one by one!"

Fog Eye occupies the highest point of the stronghold, holding his symbolic "Mosin Nagan" in his hand. Whenever the clear gunfire sounds on the battlefield, a powerful zombie will respond. inverted.

This small base of the Mutual Aid Association is more than two hundred kilometers away from the City of Steel, in the old days of Jinhua City, Zhejiang Province.

This stronghold was transformed from a toll booth on a highway. It is the outermost gateway of the Mutual Aid Society’s "missionary" players leaving the City of Steel, Fog Eye and his temple The knights did not **** the missionaries once or twice, but who knows, this time, only a small toll station stationed with less than a hundred people attracted all the zombies in the surrounding villages and towns!

This is also a new phenomenon that appears after the difficulty of the game world has increased to level 2. Although the perception ability of ordinary zombies is low, they have evolved a peculiar ability that can locate humans within a certain distance nearby. , And then slowly gathered, Foggy Eyes and the others were negligent and didn't set up a sentry a little far away from the toll station, and they were surrounded by these small toll stations by the sudden emergence of zombies. .

"What's so special, why can't you finish the fight? More and more...Are we abandoned by the Lord God!"

"I haven't eaten Jinhua's ham...but now we are going to be eaten as ham by Jinhua's zombies..."

The only heavy firepower weapon in the toll booth is a Type 85 heavy machine gun welded to the pickup. The machine gunner’s sturdy arms burst out with blue veins, his fingers are tightly on the trigger, and the thick muzzle continues. Spouting tongues of fire, one after another 12.7mm large-caliber bullets were continuously connected to tear the ugly zombies into pieces.

"Barrel! Spare barrel!"

The chain of the box hadn't been finished yet, and the barrel of the gun had already started to redden. The machine gunner quickly yelled at the Templar who was in charge of changing the bullet.

"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 and touched the side. The other barrel lying down, however, just when his finger touched the barrel, he shrank back like an electric shock with an exclamation, and a red and swollen blister immediately floated on his finger.

In the early years, heavy machine guns used a water-cooled system, so they could shoot at high intensity for a long time. However, with the change of war mode, the infantry group charge almost no longer appeared, and the use of machine guns changed from strafing. It became the alternate long and short shots, and was more used to suppress the enemy with firepower than to harvest infantry who charged up in groups.

Therefore, the over-heavy and complicated water-cooling system is gradually being replaced by the air-cooling system, but the durability of the air-cooling system is far less than that of water-cooling. When faced with the impact of hordes of zombies, once Without a spare barrel, that means this powerful killer will be completely misfired!

"It's too late to wait, use urine!" The machine gunner who was called to be Guan Ge said quickly, and the spit star splashed directly on the man's face.

"Oh, oh!" The Templar is a new recruit who has just turned from the reserve service. After listening to Brother Guan, he hurriedly stood up with his helmet, facing the barrel of the gun and untied his belt .

"You are stupid!" Seeing that the opponent was about to pee directly on the barrel of the gun, Guan immediately pulled him on his calf and drove him down into the truck body.

"Special code, take off your clothes, pee on your clothes, wrap your clothes around the barrel, understand!?" Guan growled loudly.

In many war movies, the machine gun is overheated and then peeed to cool the shots, but in fact, peeing directly on the barrel of the gun, not only the utilization rate of urine is not high, but also easily lead to the barrel Damaged, deformed and scrapped.

This recruit has never touched a gun in reality. It is naturally impossible to know that only soldiers like Guan Guan have the experience.

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

The Templar knight hurriedly took off his coat and folded it in two. However, when he took out the little brother, his entire face suddenly showed a look of depression——

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

"Waste!"

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

"His"

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

"What are you still doing~IndoMTL.com~changing bombs!"

The pressure in the northwest with heavy machine guns is not too great, but the zombies on the east and south are less than 300 meters away from the toll station. Although every step forward, there will be more than a dozen. Dozens of zombies fell, but these monsters who had been hungry for too long had no idea what fear and pain were, and they quickly narrowed the distance between the two sides under the fierce firepower of the Templars.

Lying on the top of the toll booth, Foggy Eyes bit his lower lip tightly, quickly pulled the bolt of the gun, "snap" a shot, knocked down a high-speed running, and avoided a lot of bullets The swift zombie, however, when Wuyan subconsciously stretched his hand into his pocket and wanted to touch the bullets, he found that the 100 rounds of 7.62mm bullets he had brought out had all been used up.

"Unlucky!"

Strongly hammered the roof of the toll booth, Foggy Eye climbed up and looked around, only to see the zombies swarming around this small toll booth from all directions, the number of which is 30,000 or 40,000!

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

It's even more impossible to ask for help. It's more than 30 kilometers away from the previous stronghold, far away from the short-distance communication distance of the brain, and it is a fantasy to send someone out to break through.

"Is it really going to hang here..." Foggy eyes tightly clenched the wooden barrel in his hand, his eyes full of unwillingness.

The gunshots below gradually became sparse, and the Templars were already shooting in a very efficient way, but that's it, many people had run out of ammunition, and the opposite was the group of zombies. It's getting closer and closer to the toll booth...