Chapter 420: Can You Use a Pistol?

"Ah...you...who are you?"

In the house, a bearded man holding a child of about five or six years old asked in fear. The image of a robot with red eyes entering the door with a gun was really not good, but after all, robots were much better than those zombies. The man thought it was a zombie-killing robot made by national scientific and technological personnel. The combat robot looked at the two human survivors, one big and one small. The child in the man's arms buried his head in the man's arms and trembled all over. They should be father and son. Continuous long-term malnutrition made the little boy not develop very well. In the room, there were some crops besides the daily necessities of farmers.

"We are here to save you."

Before the man smiled.

"But the current situation is not good and maybe everyone will die. In this case, you must do something."

The other three combat robots were fiercely firing at the zombies climbing on the house. The combat robot talking to the father and son took out a pistol and handed it to the man.

"Do you know how to use it? There are 20 bullets in the magazine."

"I... no... I know how to use it! I will definitely kill those zombies with you!"

The man wanted to say he didn't know how to use it, but thinking about how it was easy in the movies to just aim at the target and fire, he simply gritted his teeth and nodded and said he knew how to use it, just like playing with a toy, but the next sentence of the combat robot made the man fall directly into an ice hole.

"No need for your help, remember, if we all fall, you use this pistol to kill your son and yourself, believe me, this will save you a lot of unnecessary pain."

"…………"

The man with his mouth wide open couldn't say a word, he could only watch the robot put the pistol in his hand and then turned around and fired at the zombies with a big gun. Every time the flame jumped from the muzzle, it would illuminate the mechanical faces of these robots full of metal texture. The shells kept falling to the ground with smoke marks. Looking at the pistol in his hand, the man took a deep breath and trembled as he aimed the muzzle of the pistol at the back of his son's head lying in his arms...

Bang, bang, bang! The combat robot that was talking to the father and son fired three times at the gap in the window!

"Ah..."

Outside the window, a licker's neck was broken and he fell backwards to the ground. He was soon pounced on by other zombies and torn into pieces and eaten. Now there were nearly four minutes before the rescue arrived, but in just over a minute, the four combat robots had fired 50% of the bullets they carried. I don't know what happened, there are more and more zombies outside!

The sudden situation here quickly attracted the attention of other mechanical armies. The Death Scorpion took a transport plane to the scene of the incident. After thinking for a while, the Magic Cube ordered two fighters to take off for support.

Xiao Rou and other young scientists saw the fighter take off for the first time.

The fighter used vertical take-off and landing. Several engines of different sizes sprayed blue flames and the fighter took off easily. After reaching a certain height, the two landing gears were retracted, turned around, and accelerated to the scene of the incident. Xiao Rou, Jiang Lao and others were all stunned by the excellent vertical take-off and landing functions of the two fighters.

In addition, there were more than a dozen civet helicopters and high-altitude drones carrying missiles and bombs to support. Mofang even suspected that this might be a trap set by those damned corpse demons for revenge, in order to kill a few combat robots. Since the war broke out between the zombies, combat robots have sent countless zombies to the burning corpse mountain and turned them into black ash. This kind of hatred cannot be resolved with a few words.

Above the accident site in the mountain, the civet helicopter fired crazily at the zombies that kept pouring out of the ground. When the missiles were used up, they used machine guns to shoot. The front of the farmhouse was almost paved with a bloody road, but even so, many zombies kept coming out of the cave and rushing towards the house.

In the room, four combat robots fired at the outside of the house in four directions, and the father and son were protected in the middle.

The little boy in his father's arms raised his head tremblingly, just in time to see a combat robot stabbing a zombie crawling outside the house with a bayonet.

"Dad, who are they? Are they robots?"

"Yes... They are saving us, baby, we will be out soon, and then you will have many friends and delicious food."

"Well, robots are the best. In the cartoons I have seen, they always kill all kinds of bad guys and monsters to protect their homes."

The little boy looked at the combat robot shooting with shining eyes and clenched his fists excitedly. His body was not shaking as badly as before. Perhaps there were too many scenes in the cartoons where all kinds of villains were defeated, which made the little boy believe that justice will prevail. The father forced a smile, and the hand holding the pistol behind the boy was lowered and raised again. No father was willing to kill his own child with his own hands...

"I have no bullets, are you all right?"

The civet cat helicopter in the sky asked with a wry smile.

"We are running out of bullets, and the speed of making bullets by the fire is not enough. There are still two minutes before the fastest rescue."

"I have no magazines!"

A combat robot has used up all its magazines.

"Here, my last magazine."

Another combat robot threw the only remaining magazine to the combat robot that had run out of bullets, and took out a grenade and threw it out between shots. At this time, the civilian house had already been riddled with holes from zombies and bullets, and the grenade easily flew out through the gap and fell into the zombie group in the backyard.

Boom! A pile of broken bodies flew into the sky.

The combat robot with few bullets began to throw grenades out of the window continuously. The continuous explosions successfully delayed the time for one minute, but the bullets were quickly used up after the grenades were thrown out.

Click! The last magazine was empty, and the first combat robot without bullets appeared. Although the bullets were gone, the bayonet was still there. This combat robot stabbed the licker who was scratching the wooden board on the window with the bayonet without saying a word, and successfully killed it by cutting a big hole in its forehead with the bayonet. Then it continued to stab and kill.

The other three combat robots also emptied their magazines and started bayonet fighting. After a while, their bodies were dyed black and red!

Slowly, the windows and doors were torn apart, and more and more zombies entered the house. The space of the four combat robots was gradually compressed, and finally they were almost tightly attached to the father and son. The father holding his son had an illusion that what he felt on the backs of these robots was not the ruthless coldness of metal, but an indescribable warmth, and an inexplicable sense of security...

In the sky, the five raccoon helicopter combat teams had already seen the farmhouse full of black and red blood and the anxious raccoon helicopter.

Puff! A combat robot thrust its bayonet into a Licker's neck!

Unexpectedly, the Licker desperately grabbed the gun with both hands to prevent the combat robot from pulling out the bayonet, regardless of life and death. In this short moment, two Lickers nearby grabbed the combat robot's mechanical arm and pulled it into the zombie group...