The recoil of MP5 is just right, and after mastering the burst interval, it will even produce a comfortable rhythm.
The range from 150 meters to 100 meters is the golden distance for Egg to shoot infected people. Infected people at this distance can only jog.
Anyone who has played shooting games knows that slowly nodding your gun at an oncoming target is very efficient.
Not long after, Egg emptied a magazine. He ejected the magazine and handed it to Phoebe, then picked up a full magazine and replaced it.
In less than a minute, Egger emptied the second magazine. When he sat up and took out the empty magazine, he glanced at the group of infected people and took a long breath.
There didn't seem to be any significant changes in the infected group, and Egger didn't even count how many targets he hit.
"47." Phoebe suddenly said to Egg.
"What?" Iger didn't react for a moment. He asked Phoebe: "What did you say?"
Phoebe said to Egger: "You just killed a total of 47 infected people, which is really impressive."
Phoebe observed and counted every shot that Egg fired. This was not a shooting show, but an actual combat. She could be sure that the magical boy in front of her was probably even more powerful than what Lily said on the radio.
After emptying two magazines, Egger did not continue. He took out his water bottle and poured himself a large gulp of cold water.
Faced with such a huge number of infected people, Egger felt that MP5 was actually similar to burning fire sticks. What he needed now was a 12.7 howitzer or aerial carpet bombing.
Iger thinks that using AR-7 to fight infected people is a small spoon digging into the ground. In fact, switching to MP5 is just a slightly larger spoon, and there is not much difference.
"Joanna, ignition and standby." Egg shouted to the cab, and then he heard Joanna's affirmative response.
"Phoebe, you don't need to reload anymore, just keep an eye out." Egg took over a magazine that Phoebe had loaded. Now there are two magazines left, which can hold dozens of rounds of bullets.
The distance is only about 100 meters, which is the distance that Egger is most familiar with, because when using the AR-7, shooting starts from this time.
The green crosshair in Egg's field of vision had shrunk to a solid state. He put the green cross on the forehead of an infected person and gently pulled the trigger.
Egg, who was in an extremely relaxed mood, seemed to have entered an ethereal state. He even "saw" the trajectory of the bullet.
The infected person fell down.
This particularly wonderful feeling made Egger feel extremely comfortable. He hummed a song unconsciously: "We are all sharpshooters. Every bullet kills an enemy..."
When Phoebe heard the singing, she put down the telescope in her hand. She lowered her head and glanced at Egg. She was sure that this was a song with a Soviet style, but it was not sung in Russian.
This kid knows really strange things.
Egger emptied the magazine in his gun while humming. It was only when he got up to reload that he remembered that the expected scream did not come.
Iger put down the MP5 in his hand, and based on his visual inspection, the distance should be 70-80 meters away.
Could it be that the infected have learned new tactics and want to practice sprinting at close range?
Egger was suspicious, so he picked up the last magazine, loaded it, and continued shooting.
In the cab, Joanna looked at the rearview mirror calmly, assessing the distance to the infected person.
As a "veteran driver", Joanna didn't feel the slightest bit nervous even when she saw the black crowd of infected people trotting closer behind her.
Courage can be developed slowly.
The first time Joanna went out in the field, Iger pulled three infected people to death, and Joanna vomited until she was unconscious. In the end, Iger heartlessly gave her a bottle of sparkling water. Iger was completely
I didn't consider that people who have just vomited several times cannot stand the stimulation of sparkling water.
Later, Joanna experienced events such as T-Zi South Street, Justice from Heaven, and Cannibals. Now, for her, going out in the field is really like an outing, interesting and fun.
"Da, da, da, da..."
A gun with a large magazine is comfortable to shoot. After a while, Egg's last magazine was empty. The infected person was less than 30 meters away from the pickup truck, and the expected scream did not sound.
"Hey, Joanna, drive." Iger turned to Joanna and shouted loudly, "Slow down the speed."
After the pickup truck started to move, there was some slight shaking. Phoebe, who felt dizzy after looking at the binoculars for a few seconds, put down the binoculars. She turned her head and saw that Egg was staring at the infected person in a daze.
Egg looked at the group of infected people following the pickup truck, and he probably understood what was going on.
The infected person's skill card is on CD.
Hey, I should have guessed this a long time ago.
Looking at the group of infected people who were chasing the pickup truck but could never close the distance, Egg felt that he had overestimated them too much. As long as they had vehicle support and sufficient ammunition, wouldn't it be a matter of suddenness?
"Young man, are you weaklings like you still trying to dominate the earth?" In his contempt, a bold idea arose in Iger's mind.
The MP5 was out of bullets and reloading took a long time. He wanted to try a new weapon.
Iger dropped the MP5 without bullets. After sitting up, he rummaged in the car and finally pulled out a wooden box from under Thomas.
This box is full of cocktails. I made them on the fly after Iger invited everyone to drink last night. I didn't expect that they would come in handy today.
"Come on, Phoebe, you get a bottle too." At Egg's greeting, the two of them were holding lighters and cocktails, but they were still a little far away.
Egg climbed to the front of the car and shouted a few words to Joanna. The speed of the pickup truck slowed down a bit, and the distance between the jogging infected person and the pickup truck gradually became closer.
When the group of infected people was less than 20 meters away from the pickup truck, Iger shouted. He and Phoebe lit the cocktails in their hands, and then threw them towards the infected people with all their strength.
A flaming cocktail bottle dropped into a crowd of infected people was like a stone thrown into a pond, without any ripples.
Egger was dumbfounded.
The two bottles of cocktails that were thrown at them seemed to be buffered by the infected person's body. They did not break after landing, and the burning flames were even extinguished under a violent stamp on them.
"Come again, Phoebe." Egger pulled out his M17 pistol and shouted to Phoebe: "Throw again! Throw higher!"
Phoebe struggled to throw a bottle of lit cocktail into the sky. When it reached its highest point, Egg blew it up with a shot.
"Bang!"
The cocktail that burned instantly exploded, and the beer bottle fragments with flames fell into the group of infected people like fire rain, and then ignited a group of infected people.
"It works! Come again!" Egger shouted excitedly.
There are ways to fight the infected person by standing still, or by running when they are running. In this case, the cocktail can have the greatest effect.
Joanna's driving skills were very good. She used her rearview mirror to observe, and then used her golden right foot to control the accelerator just right. The relative distance to the infected person was always about 20 meters.
"fire the hole!"
Phoebe threw another cocktail bottle, and Egg shouted excitedly.
Phoebe was not surprised by Egger's middle-school behavior. On the contrary, she felt that Egger's appearance at this time was "normal".
Phoebe glanced at the box and said to Egger: "There are only 4 bottles left. Throw them out together?"
"Yes! Throw them out together." Egger replied affirmatively.
If you want to use it, you must be willing to use it. You must never use the tactic of adding fuel to the fire. You must do it in one go.
Egg looked at the two burning flames, and it was confirmed that the infected would not avoid the flames.
This is good news for survivors, indicating that infected people are actually less intelligent than insects.
Soon, the remaining 4 bottles of cocktails followed the same pattern and all exploded on the infected person's head. The infected person in the front row was covered in a sea of fire.
Iger very much hopes that the current dense population of infected people can ignite each other, and maybe this batch of cocktail offensive can eliminate more than half of this group of infected people.
After a few minutes, the first few infected people who were ignited finally fell down, and the other infected people trampled over him mercilessly.
The mutual ignition that Egg expected did not happen. Instead, the fire on the infected person was extinguished by too many steps.
When I saw this scene, Iger was so angry that his teeth hurt. He remembered a classic scene in Journey to the West.
The second master's fire extinguishing method turned out to be really effective, I'm so damned surprised.
