Young Military Rarities

The zombies harvested the head of the zombies as quickly as melon. Yun Yao, a water power, was back to back, and supported each other. Yang Huaien, who is cold in the fire, and Zhou Zeyu, who is in the wind, were on their left. The wind helped the fire. A tight line of protection. As for their right-hand side, there were Zhao Gang and others. The three of them pulled out a plastic grenade from time to time while fighting with abilities, and the combat effectiveness was not sturdy.

The Xingfeng holding the two guns no longer kept his hands, guarding the rear alone, the two guns whistled, and the bullets sprang out like no money, basically one shot at a time, the bullets were fired, and there was no confusion. He never changed the magazine.

"Roar ..."

"Bumping ..."

The killings, the sound of gunfire, and the crazy roar of zombies were all in one piece. Finally, Zhan Yafei came without anybody's greetings, and automatically inserted into their fighting system. His feet were stunned, and a large number of zombies fell into the bunker. With two hands waving, the earth wall or the ground rises, or falls from the sky, the speed of harvesting zombies is not uncomfortable.