Chapter 34 You are the second generation of officials

"This guy is not a simple military fan. Has he really been trained as an American soldier? Is it possible? Is there such a person in China?

At this moment, Teng Lang no longer calls Guo Zhenbei a military fan with the intuition of a soldier. Because his last strength and the way he rotates his body are not the ability of ordinary people to have. If it hadn't been for the training, twisting and stabbing, it would have been impossible to cooperate so accurately, which made him doubt Guo Zhenbei's origin.

At this time, there was no danger for Guo Zhenbei, and he looked at the people who came to save him. This is a person of his age, wearing a full set of motorcycle leather clothes and a set of motorcycle armor.

Guo Zhenbei, who works in the car room, knows that this set of armor alone is worth at least 5,000. In a small county with resources such as H County, there are still a lot of rich people. Large-displacement motorcycles that dare not run in big cities are common in this small county. And what is enviable is that he also has a nice helmet for a fully enclosed motorcycle. In this cold season, it is not only warm, but also much safer.

Black eyes, when looking at themselves at this time, are full of vigilance. But that's definitely not civilian, with worried eyes. That kind of vigilance includes prudence and the confidence to kill, which is completely military vigilance.

Guo Zhenbei was more careful in his heart, but he still stretched out his right hand to shake hands and thanked him. Although Yang Yanzi said that at the end of this biochemical world, some people are not as good as those zombies. But as far as Guo Zhenbei's intuition is concerned, the young man in front of him is a soldier, and Chinese soldiers are often a trustworthy group.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid..."

Teng Lang didn't have time to answer, nor did he have time to shake hands with Guo Zhenbei. At this time, I heard Yang Yanzi's shrill voice, and there was always another danger.

"Be careful..."

Two figures can be seen from the second floor in the midday sun. Needless to say, from their figure and fitness, it can be seen that they are two zombie dogs. Behind them, several zombies also jumped down. It's just that without exception, they all hurt their legs when they came down. Although the height of 6 to 7 meters will not break the legs and feet, they are just crawling underground to show that the impact makes them temporarily lose the ability to move.

Without thinking about it, Guo Zhenbei opened his bow. It is more convenient to deal with zombie dogs with such a fast thing as long-range weapons. Before the attack, he glanced at the young soldiers around him. At this moment, he is holding a black crossbow, which looks like a mass-made product. In particular, the four bright red handwriting on the crossbow let Guo Zhenbei know its origin.

From the perspective of a crossbow-making connoyant, although the structure of the crossbow is quite simple, it does not look very strong. But I believe that this professionally designed and manufactured crossbow is lighter and easier to use than the one made by hand.

In particular, the sight on the opponent's crossbow is more eye-catching. The standing round frame indicates that it is a window-shaped red dot sight. In addition, the clear red laser point also indicates that it is a military-grade thing. Of course, these things are military level, but the lowest level of military use, and they are about to be eliminated by the Chinese army.

"Wh!"

A long and a short two arrows flew out at the two zombie dogs who did not know how to dodge. Compared with Guo Zhenbei's long arrow, the speed of the Tenglang crossbow was slightly faster. But its shortness and toughness show that it is not as powerful as the 65-pound reccurve bow in Guo Zhenbei's hand.

"Puff, poo..."

Two zombie dogs jumped out of the window, one of which was hit by Teng Lang's crossbow arrow and fell down. The other one was made by Guo Zhenbei. The powerful arrow of the 65-pound recurve bow was nailed directly to the wall.

The zombie dog who was shot in the body is struggling on the wall and will not die for a while.

"Swallow, come down quickly, we're leaving!"

In one hit, Guo Zhenbei raised his spear and ran a few steps forward. And he pulled out his long arrow from the zombies. After all, his long arrows are not easy to replenish. One can be recovered.

On the contrary, Teng Lang knows how to cherish jade better than him, regardless of the arrow tails that those crossbows can be removed. Instead, he came downstairs and got rid of the zombies lying on the ground with the saber in his hand.

As Yang Yanzi slipped down the nylon rope, several zombies jumped out of the window. They can even get up again. This is due to the underground corpses, which slows down the impact of the ground on their legs and feet. I'm afraid that after a while, they will no longer be able to stop them.

"Quickly..."

While Teng Lang urged Yang Yanzi, he took out a pot of lighter oil in his hand and sprinkled it on the corpse of the zombie in front of him. At this time, Guo Zhenbei, who arrived, after dealing with the underground and newly falling zombies with a spear, raised his neck and shot out the contaminated arrows in his hand.

The zombies jumping down from the upstairs at the window were temporarily stopped. At this time, Teng Lang opened the small cover at the end of the dagger, took out the magnesium strip and scratched it with the dagger a few times. The corpse sprinkled with lighter oil immediately ignited a raging fire.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Guo Zhenbei roared in a low voice for fear of attracting zombies from nowhere. Yang Yanzi's hand, which had just landed along the nylon rope, turned around and ran back.

"Damn it, you will take advantage of it!"

Teng Lang, who was preempted by Guo Zhenbei, scolded him, but he quickly followed them away. He picked up the magnesium strip and ballistics in his hand and stringed his crossbow at the same time. Guo Zhenbei's departure was not so panicked. From time to time, he pulled up the arrows from the ground and turned back and shot downstairs again.

From time to time, the zombies upstairs jumped down, but they fell into the fire without exception. But for these zombies without pain, the flame can't stop them at all. The human form with flames left the fire, but they obviously didn't know where to go. It's about a blazing flame that damages their sensitive sense of smell.

The roaring long arrows shot them down and became the fuel in the flames.

After running for a short distance, I was sure that I was not followed by the zombies, and the other zombies in the yard did not stop. At this time, Yang Yanzi gasped, and there was a reason why she had just trotted for a while.

Looking at Teng Lang in front of her, she showed familiar eyes.

"You... you are... By the way, you are the second generation of that person's military department. You didn't go to the army. When did you come back!"

Teng Lang smiled helplessly, although he did not have the problem of the second generation of officials. Moreover, the word "official second generation" includes not only sarcasm, but also more contempt. Just like the rich second generation, it basically represents some "brain idiots" with fat brains.

For him who likes Yang Yanzi, such a pure girl, this is not a good start!

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