MTL - Darkness is Coming-Chapter 52 clear the way

   "Don't panic, don't be nervous, don't stay in the shooting position for too long, don't rely too much on the sight! Don't shake your hands! Don't dawdle when winding!"

   In Wang Hai's continuous scolding, round after round of crossbow arrows shot out in the trembling sound of the bowstring.

  The twelve-man crossbow team was divided into three four-man squads, shooting rounds and then stepping back to wind up the next team to shoot forward.

   "What do you think?" Yang Xiaoqian asked, sitting on the back seat of the city SUV he picked up, resting his chin with his fingers like the famous Detective Conan.

   "A piece of shit." Yu Qian, who was sitting next to him, was merciless.

   "Same feeling." Yang Xiaoqian nodded.

The only thing that stood in the way were four small zombies. Since they entered a precise range of fifty meters, the crossbow team fired a total of twenty-four crossbow arrows in six rounds, but only seven hit the target and six hit the torso. Or both legs, one hit the target's right eye.

   At this time, the remaining three zombies were approaching within ten meters of the crossbow team, and each of them only fired two crossbow arrows.

As long as one person retreats in a panic at this time, it will inevitably cause the whole team to riot all the way. Fortunately, the members of the crossbow team have experienced the corpse tide and made a **** way to escape to Paradise Island. The mere three ordinary zombies can't scare them into shit. They Begin to retreat in an orderly manner according to the training formation and counterattack calmly, killing a zombie again.

   However, the speed at which the zombies ran was much higher than the speed at which they retreated while firing the crossbow. The second round of crossbow arrows had not yet been loaded, and the two zombies had already flew towards them.

   There was a rush of gunfire, and the last two zombies fell to the ground at Wang Hai's precise point.

   "It's alright." Wang Hai put down his gun and applauded the members of the Crossbow Team.

  Different from Yang Xiaoqian, who did not know how to do it, Wang Hai deeply understands that increasing shooting accuracy requires a lot of experience and time. Which sharpshooter is not fed with bullets?

  Most of the crossbow team members have never touched crossbow firearms before, and because Paradise Island has no moving targets for the time being, during the three-day training period, they only hit simple fixed targets, and it is normal for them to fail to hit the running zombies.

   Wang Hai praised them for their calm and calm response. Even if the zombies were approaching within ten meters, no one lost their calm and turned their heads to run for their lives. All the staff retreated calmly and tried to counterattack.

  Wang Hai is not a professional instructor, and they are not qualified fighters. It is not easy to achieve such a level in just three days of training, and we cannot expect more from them.

  A young man in the crossbow team walked over to the off-road vehicle and tapped on the glass. Yang Xiaoqian knocked down the window.

   "Report, this area has been cleaned up." The young man raised his hand to salute and said loudly.

  Wang Hai was born in the army after all, and the people trained by him all have a bit of an army style.

Yang Xiaoqian nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, move the remaining goods in the supermarket next to you. I put the goods on the goods list and put them on the truck. The rest can be loaded. All kinds of non-staple food that can't be loaded are placed on the road along the way. Put the frozen fresh meat at the door of the supermarket. Remember to sign the road!"

   "Yes!" The figure outside the car window stood still.

   "Why are you still standing here?" Yang Xiaoqian was dissatisfied with his low mobility.

   "Well, may I ask..." The other party's voice was getting lower and lower, "Why can't you send us guns? The crossbow's winding speed is too slow, and the power and range are not enough. There are obviously extra guns in the camp..."

Yang Xiaoqian interrupted him: "First of all, the quieter noise of the crossbow will not attract more zombies. Second, it is more difficult to master than the bow and crossbow gun, and our ammunition reserves are insufficient, so we cannot give it to you to waste." Of course , the most important reason Yang Xiaoqian did not say: Just kidding, how can such a powerful weapon as a firearm be handed over to these criminals at will? Yang Xiaoqian will never allow them to master hot weapons until they are completely subdued and transformed.

"clear!"

"Go to work when you understand. Also, your dinner quota is halved. I won't deprive you of the right to ask questions, but you will pay for wasting my time. If there is another time, prepare for a hunger strike. Speak again." Yang Xiaoqian waved his hand to signal him to leave.

   "Yes!" The young man turned and left.

  Yu Qian boredly watched people coming and going like worker ants outside the car window, and complained, "Why do you have to make so much trouble? Wasting time."

Yang Xiaoqian explained: "I don't know how many people behind us followed Lu to the refuge camp one after another. We couldn't take them all to the refuge camp. But if we can, please help them. Meat can attract follow-up people. Live corpses enter the supermarket, and non-staple food and other materials are placed on the road for them to use, which can avoid many risks for them. The road signs will let them follow our route. In this way, because we clear the road ahead, It is unlikely that they will encounter zombies."

   "Well." Yu Qian no longer objected.

  Under the tireless guidance and persuasion of Yang Xiaoqian, Yu Qian's views and attitudes towards ordinary people gradually changed, and he began to attach importance to their lives.

   "From the car, come down and help!" The unceremonious tone was naturally not directed at Yang Xiaoqian and Yu Qian in the off-road vehicle, but at the passengers on a bus behind the off-road vehicle.

  The fugitives who were rescued by Yang Xiaoqian and others like Fang Yu and decided to take them back to Paradise Island got off the bus one after another, and obediently lined up to help carry the goods and make road signs under the command of the crossbow team.

   "Damn, it sounds so nice, I thought we could live a good life, but we were arrested and used as slaves." Heizi complained indignantly, so frightened Fang Yu quickly patted him.

   "Heizi, don't talk nonsense! Be careful that disasters come out of your mouth!" Fang Yu shouted in a low voice.

   "It was originally." Kuroko muttered.

"Don't be stupid, they saved our lives! What's wrong with moving goods for the sake of saving our lives?" Fang Yu advised, "Besides, they are not our parents, so why don't they ask us in return? Okay? Now we are just doing the labor to protect us and provide food and drink every day. What's there to be dissatisfied with? Now is not the past, if they are unhappy and kill us all, no one cares. "

   "The 258 Brigade is definitely in charge!" Kuroko was still not convinced.

   "You have no brains!" Fang Yu was so angry that he was too lazy to persuade him.

   "What are you two mumbling about!" A member of the crossbow team who was a temporary cameo supervisor kicked Kuroko's **** and asked.

Heizi's dark face suddenly turned red, and he raised the mop he was using to make road signs to greet the other person's face, Fang Yu quickly stopped him, and apologized to the overseer who had raised his portable crossbow: "It's nothing, let's do it. Live, work now."

   The overseer snorted coldly, stretched his face and walked away, he didn't dare to do anything, after all, he didn't have any good fruit to eat, if he accidentally caused injury or even death, he would definitely lose his life.

   "Bah!" Heizi spit out thick phlegm at his back, "What, if we are a bully, we will be the first to kill him, Fang Yu, don't you think?"

  Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the back seat of the off-road vehicle, with a complicated expression that was difficult to understand.

"I think…"