Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1199 Alas! We are all burdens

"Hmm? Zombie, what is this? It's a new species I've never heard of."

Hearing Hu San's shout, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly.

He is now considered to be knowledgeable. He has dealt with the puppet corpses controlled by Guilong and killed the living corpses controlled by the Jiujiu sect. He has also heard of zombies and ghosts, but has never heard of zombies.

With Du Weiguo's eyesight, he can be 100% sure that these monsters before him are not living people.

Because their chests did not rise or fall at all, there was no breathing movement from their mouths or noses, their pupils were dilated, and they did not have any emotions that belonged to living people.

In other words, these guys are corpses, controlled corpses, well, zombies, which is quite appropriate.

"They are all zombies, that is, dead bodies controlled by others!"

Hu San explained briefly, his hands moving not slow at all.

With a touch of his waist, he already had two guns in his hands. He loaded the guns by rubbing them on his hips, and then pulled the trigger decisively and calmly.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

As the crisp sound of gunfire rang out, several minions that had just rushed out of the white fog were all shot in the middle of their eyebrows, and the back of their heads burst into pieces.

The shooting skill of Du Weiguo, my cheap brother-in-law, is typical of a gangster, holding the gun horizontally. However, his shooting skills are very good, he can shoot with both hands, quickly and accurately.

Although he is not as good as Lu Yan and Huo Wei, who have special vision and make a living with guns, he is still a step behind.

Before, Hu San’s personal weapons were two original mirror-box cannons, which were the German-made Italian Navy version of the Mauser C96 pistol.

This thing is also called a speed machine gun, a Mauser pistol. If it is an original Mauser mirror-box gun, it would be a supreme sacred object if placed on the Northeast Green Forest Road in the Republic of China.

Only the head manager of Hailuanzi was qualified to own these two swords. Hu San regarded them as treasures and used them for decades, but they were still shiny and glossy.

But now times have changed, especially after leaving the country, conditions have become more relaxed, and Hu San has naturally kept up with the times and upgraded his equipment.

His current personal weapons are two Browning M1935 automatic pistols manufactured by Herstal.

The reason why we did not choose the homemade Glock 68, which has more ammunition and more advanced technology, is mainly because the M1935 gun is powerful and reckless enough.

The Big Power Browning is no joke.

Even in later generations, the power of this gun is still listed in the weapon list and it is often active on the battlefield.

"This is the kind of stuff a real man should use!" Hu San's original words.

Back to the topic, at this moment, the situation on the field has changed.

As the first few zombies in the wave were killed by Hu San, it was like poking a hornet's nest. In the white fog, countless zombies rushed out roaring like a tide.

These zombies still have some vision and hearing left, but they have lost all human rationality, leaving only the desire to destroy and kill.

They rushed forward one after another, stepping on the corpses of their companions.

Even though Hu San's bullets never missed their targets and each shot could blow the head off a zombie, the actions of aiming and shooting still take time.

But this fleeting gap gave the zombies a chance to charge, and they got closer and closer.

"Yingzi! Qianye, what are you two idiots staring at? Are those fire sticks in your hands?"

"Hurry up and move! Kill them!"

Hu San was busy blowing the heads off the zombies while yelling and cursing.

However, he did not call Du Weiguo. The Third Master was a man of great dignity. Even in such a small scene where the real boss had not appeared yet, he had to call on the God of Evil to come down and support in person. He could not afford to lose face.

"Puff puff!"

"Thumbs up~"

Hearing Hu San's call, Yuan Ying and Yuan Qianye moved almost at the same time, and the guns in their hands fired, but the sounds of the gunshots were completely different.

Yuan Qianye is a calm and meticulous person, but his experience in combat with thermal weapons is seriously insufficient, almost non-existent.

Seeing the corpses coming like a tsunami, he became anxious. In order to achieve the greatest and fastest firepower output, he chose to dual-wield MP5s.

Yuan Qianye was strong enough and his hands were steady. The long flaming whip formed by the two bullets accurately hit the dozen or so zombies on the front line. The powerful kinetic energy caused their momentum to pause instantly.

But this is Qianye's limit.

His marksmanship was not good enough to shoot the zombies in the head with a long whip of bullets, he could only delay the charge of these zombies.

The photoelectric effect was maximized, but in fact, not even a single zombie was killed.

Yuan Ying's situation was much better, because she got advice from the gun god Du Weiguo beside her, so she chose to hold the MP5 alone, and in single-shot burst mode.

Perhaps because Du Weiguo was standing next to her and she had a backbone, Yuan Ying performed beyond her level.

Under Du Weiguo's guidance, her firing rate was very stable, 3 rounds per second. Every 3 bullets could probably headshot 2 zombies, which meant she killed 2 zombies per second.

With a moving target of about 50 meters and a ten-ring rate of 66.66%, this is in actual combat conditions, which definitely makes him a top-notch sharpshooter.

Of course, the ability to shoot so accurately was also somewhat related to Qianye slowing down the speed of the zombies.

Hu San's efficiency is exactly twice that of Yuan Ying. He can kill 4 zombies in the head in one second. The two of them together can kill 6 zombies per second.

Such efficiency can be described as killing people as easily as mowing grass. However, even so, it is still not enough.

These half-human, half-ghost zombies are very fast. They can rush over a distance of more than 50 meters, even on an uneven mountainous terrain, in just 6 or 7 seconds.

The group of zombies in the white fog was like a tsunami, endless. After more than 30 of them fell, they had already rushed to more than ten meters in front of the crowd.

The hideous face, scarlet pupils, extremely gaping mouth, and blood-red gums exposed to the air were all clearly visible.

What's even more terrifying is that at this critical moment, the main force Hu San's magazine was emptied, Lian Qian Ye had used up all his bullets, and there were only a few rounds left in Yuan Ying's magazine.

"call out!"

A sharp sound of breaking wind was heard.

At the same time, there also appeared a dim and illusory light. This was the sword light, the sword light pulled out by Fuchen.

  As the blade light suddenly appeared, the 7 or 8 zombies in the front row were instantly cut in half!

Their severed upper bodies fell to the ground, but their lower bodies ran forward several meters due to inertia.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

The sharp blade flashed again and again, and within just one second, it flashed more than ten times, and more than 1 corpses were chopped off with the smooth movement of the floating and sinking blade.

The tidal formation seemed to be suddenly bitten by some invisible giant beast, leaving a large space.

Hu San and the others were all shocked by Du Weiguo's fierce methods that seemed like a fairy from outer space.

They all stood there in a daze, forgetting even to shoot and change magazines. Hu San was the worst, he even slipped and almost fell off the tree branch.

My god, is this guy still a human? He killed more than 30 zombies in one second, which was equal to the total performance of the three of them in half a day.

The soul-stirring blade light did not stop, and flashed for about 5 seconds in total.

During this period, nearly a hundred minions were chopped in half, and all the minions that rushed out of the white fog were temporarily wiped out.

No one knew what secret method was used to create these zombies. Not only were they unconscious, but they also had extremely strong vitality.

Even after being cut in half, he did not lose the ability to move. He continued to crawl with his hands frantically grabbing at things, dragging his intestines and stomach with him. It was a terrifying sight.

However, their speed has been reduced to the limit and is no longer a threat.

Du Weiguo landed steadily on a big tree, shook off the blood stains on the floating knife, and shouted angrily:

"Hey, you guys, what are you staring at? Damn, didn't we agree to go up side by side? What's the matter? Now you want to watch me perform alone?"

"Oh, oh, sir, you are amazing! I am stunned!"

Yuan Ying was the first to come to her senses. She was busy changing magazines with a flushed face and praised in an admiring tone.

Hu San and Yuan Qianye also reacted at this moment. Without caring about being shocked, they quickly changed the magazines.

"Ouch~ow~"

In the white fog, a new wave of zombies rushed out again. Du Weiguo's eyes were shining, and he ordered in a deep voice:

"Qian Ye, Yuan Ying, you two are responsible for cleaning up these half-dead creatures on the ground. Just shoot them in bursts. Qian Ye, left, Yuan Ying, right."

"Third brother, let's fight these new zombies. You fight the front row and I fight the back row."

"Yes!" The Yuan brothers and sisters answered in unison.

"All right!"

Hu San's mouth curled up into an arc, revealing his white teeth. Being able to fight side by side with Du Weiguo made him feel particularly proud.

Du Weiguo gave Hu San a thumbs up, then turned to Yuan Ying and shouted, "Yuan Ying, give me your submachine gun."

To deal with these low-end stuff, Du Weiguo, a stingy old man, would not use carved bullets. They cost nearly a hundred dollars each and it would hurt his heart.

"Okay!" Yuan Ying responded without hesitation. This little girl's loyalty was already maxed out, and with the bonus of admiration, she was now completely eager for Du Weiguo.

Not to mention just asking for her gun, even if she was asked to slit her throat, she probably wouldn't even blink.

"Here you go, sir!"

Yuan Ying deftly pulled off the magazine waist strap, and together with the MP5 in her hand, wrapped it in a red silk cloth and threw them to Du Weiguo.

"Clap clap clap!"

At this time, Hu San had already started firing bursts of fire, specifically clearing out the fastest rushing zombies.

Perhaps because of the endorsement of Du Weiguo, a powerful comrade, Hu San became more confident and obviously more calm.

Although the speed of shooting has not increased, the rhythm has become clearer and more confident.

Du Weiguo calmly fastened the magazine to his waist, then slowly checked the MP5 in his hand. Only after making sure that everything was correct did he slowly raise the muzzle of the gun.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff~”

The next moment, rapid gunfire like violent wind and rain suddenly rang out, instantly suppressing all other sounds around.

Whether it was the gunshots of Hu San and his men, or the screams of the zombies, they all became the backdrop to the gunshots.

It was as if when all the music was playing at the same time, a loud and high-pitched suona sound suddenly rang out, and the other sounds instantly became insignificant.

What is Du Weiguo's maximum manual firing rate? The answer is 15 rounds per second.

Therefore, he emptied the magazine in just 2 seconds, killing all the ghosts with headshots without exception, and once again cleared out all the ghosts that rushed out of the white fog.

At this moment, there were still more than half of the bullets left in Hu San's gun. He had a bad temper and suddenly got angry, completely forgetting his current situation.

"Fuck! Take it easy! What are you doing, trying to steal someone's head?"

"Haha, sorry, sorry, Third Brother, this is a bad habit I developed in the army. I'm used to target practice."

Du Weiguo smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.

"Fuck! Target shooting is such a fucked-up thing!" Upon hearing this, Hu San's face turned red immediately and he couldn't help but curse angrily.

Du Weiguo's words were not just pretentious. To him, these mindless zombies were just living targets, not just fixed targets.

Their seemingly swift speed was a joke to Du Weiguo. It was like a turtle crawling, not much different from standing still.

A few seconds later, after emptying the magazine, Hu San's face became solemn.

"I say, brother-in-law, you have good eyesight, can you tell how many of these things are left? We have limited bullets, and I don't want to fight with this filthy thing."

Hu San's M1935 has a capacity of 13 rounds. Including the two magazines in the double guns, he has prepared a total of 2 spare magazines, which means 8 rounds of 104*9mm Parabellum bullets.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not a small number. According to Hu San's fierce marksmanship, this means more than 100 lives, which is enough to deal with most situations.

Of course, his backpack was also filled with spare ammunition, but they were all in bulk and could not form immediate combat power.

Hearing Hu San's question, Du Weiguo glanced into the white mist with a distant gaze, and his tone became a little cold:

"We definitely don't have enough bullets. These beasts must have massacred a village of over a thousand people, or even several villages, to deal with us."

"What? Several villages. There must be thousands of these ghosts. They can wear us out!"

Upon hearing this, Hu San's brows immediately frowned tightly and his face became extremely ugly.

If all the bullets on the three of them were turned out, there should be hundreds of them.

If, as Du Weiguo said, there were really several thousand zombies, then they would have to kill at least a thousand, or even tens of thousands, of them in hand-to-hand combat.

This thing is evil, has no sense of pain, and is very fast. The only way to kill it is by shooting it in the head. It is extremely difficult to kill it with cold weapons.

Although thousands of zombies would not tire them to death, they would definitely be paralyzed.

The problem is that the person who controls these zombies is still hiding in the white fog and has not shown up yet.

At this moment, in order to take into account Hu San's rhythm, Du Weiguo has slowed down the frequency of shooting and fired at a rate of 6 rounds per second.

After emptying the magazine again, zombies continued to pour out from the white mist, densely packed like there was no end in sight.

Hu San was a little anxious: "Brother-in-law, this won't work, think of a solution quickly!"

"Third brother, you are right!" Du Weiguo responded, and at the same time, he flicked his wrist and the Nine Nether Lock shot out with lightning.

With the help of the surging pulling force, Du Weiguo suddenly jumped up, jumped back to Yuan Ying like a big bird, and put the submachine gun back into her hand.

"You three stay where you are and continue to strangle the zombies. I'll go to the front to relieve the pressure on everyone! If you can't hold them off, retreat."

"call out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by the sharp scream of the Fuchen Knife, Du Weiguo rushed towards the group of corpses like a sharp arrow.

"Puff, puff, puff~" The creepy sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh never stopped.

The extremely sharp floating and sinking knife, combined with Du Weiguo's tremendous strength, is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

He chopped left and right, slashed forward and cut backward like a ghost, and the floating and sinking knife in his hand danced so tightly that only the knife light could be seen, but not the human figure.

The dense swarm of corpses, like weeds blown by a strong wind, almost fell down in large pieces. The blood plasma rising into the sky dyed the surrounding white mist blood red.

In the blink of an eye, when Du Weiguo completely disappeared in the blood mist, there was no corpse left standing in front of him.

Either his head was chopped off by Du Weiguo, or it was cut in half with a knife.

After waiting for a full half minute, the corpse still did not appear from the mist again. Yuan Ying held the gun, trembling in her voice, and stammered:

"Have all these monsters been killed by you, sir?"

"Is there any need to ask this? Today I finally understand how he got the name of the evil god. Damn, he is so cruel."

Hu San was surprised, but his tone seemed a little emotional. He was convinced.

“Tutu~”

Yuan Qianye was a cautious person. He didn't take a breath until he had killed the last few ghosts that were cut in half but still crawling on the ground. He asked in a deep voice.

"Third Master, the master just said that there may be thousands of these monsters. Should we go over and help?"

"No, we just need to defend ourselves here."

Hu San's voice was muffled and somewhat decadent.

At this moment, he had put away his gun, taken out the spare bullets from his backpack, and loaded bullets into the empty magazine without even raising his head.

"Third brother, even ants can kill an elephant, no matter how strong you are~" Yuan Qianye wanted to persuade him again.

  Hu San interrupted him directly:

“Qianye, don’t you understand the situation? It may be true that ants can kill an elephant, but can ants kill a dragon?”

  At this point, he let out a long sigh:

"Alas! To him, we are all burdens. Staying here quietly is the best way to help him. So, let's not go in and cause trouble for him."

Hu San's tone was melancholy and indescribably lonely.

"Uh~"

Yuan Qianye's expression froze, and his throat seemed to be choked by something. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, Du Weiguo had already advanced more than a hundred meters and beheaded hundreds of zombies one after another.

His eyes were cold, without any trace of mercy.

These zombies might have been innocent ordinary people not long ago, but now, they have become irrational human puppets and are also enemies of Du Weiguo.

When it comes to treating enemies, being merciful is equivalent to suicide. Du Weiguo has been through many battles, so he will naturally not do anything stupid.

"Moo~"

At this moment, a huge and solemn roar suddenly sounded from the depths of the white fog, which sounded like the roar of a wild beast or the howling of thousands of people at the same time.

Along with this roar, Du Weiguo's brain seemed to be pierced by a needle, blood spurted out of his nostrils, and his movements paused for a moment.

On the battlefield, there is no room for negligence. A single moment can mean the difference between life and death.

At this moment, Du Weiguo was stunned for just a fleeting moment before he was knocked down like a cannonball by several rushing minions.

The charred, blood-red, and knife-sharp teeth bit into his body viciously.

"boom!"

Just a moment later, the minions that pounced on Du Weiguo were like being hit by heavy artillery, flying everywhere like flowers.

(End of this chapter)