Apocalypse Cockroach

Yang Keer was running around the platform, Zhang Xiaoqiang put a sharpened hardwood stick into the horn. Trying it was quite smooth. The horn was thin in texture, but it was hard. After making the horn gun, it was much lighter than the previous improvised iron gun. He played with a gun and flower dance for a few laps. Some worried that the horn was not fixed.

“Push" put the horn gun backwards into the ground, the gun head easily plunged into the ground, shaking the lower body is still solid, find out where several iron nails were nailed with hammerheads into the link between the horn and the gun body.

“Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew" As the hammer rose and fell, the horn gun continued to frustrate downward. After being fixed, it was discovered that the horn gun head had been nailed to the ground for more than 40 cm or so, the body of the gun was grabbed and shaken, and the tattoo did not move. Pull up hard, can't pull out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang lowered his body and looked at the gun head. The bullet head was firmly nailed to the ground, and the soil next to it had cracked and recessed, peeling off the soil.

“KAO, that's sick.” The mud layer on the ground is only two or three centimetres thick, and beneath the mud is a huge rock plane with the horns nailed to the rock.

“Doesn't do much good?” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the horn nailed into the rock and worried. He grabbed the other horn and stabbed it down the rock. “Pu” the horn tip penetrated the rock two or three centimeters.

“There's a way! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang dug up the horn gun with another horn, looked at the rock floor that had been dug into a large pit, then looked at the horn gun in his hand, the gun head was not worn at all, the horn tip was still abnormally sharp, the whole horn was round and smooth, the action just now had no effect on it, not even a tiny hanging of flowers.

“Divine Weapon,” Zhang Xiaoqiang with the horn gun sent out an emotion, "I'm afraid you can even wear D2! ”

The sky was still dark and dull, and the clouds were as obscure as usual. Zhang Xiaoqiang drove three rounds on a country trail. Yang Keer squatted in the car and was surrounded by grain and debris.

“How many?” Zhang Xiaoqiang asked in his car, “Third house! What are you looking for if you can't eat all the food in the cave?” Yankee was confused in the trunk.

“Why do you care?” Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer ignored Yang Keer burying his head and driving.

Although the decision to go to WH City to find a place to gather survivors does not mean that it does not leave a back road for itself, that cave can be used as a secret base. Since it is of course the richer the base material stock, the better, now take Yang Kel to search nearby during the rest period.

I searched three houses this morning and found thousands of kilos of rice, some corn sticks, and some other foods that I didn't think were enough. This is my second search today.

The three-wheeled agricultural car is parked by a small river, the creek is not about six meters wide, the river is not deep enough to see the sandstone at the bottom of the river, the river is a bit narrow, the stone beaches on both sides are full of weeds, plastic bags of various colors, plastic bottles and glass bottles containing pesticides scattered between them, and the river water is slightly cloudy.

There is a concrete bridge on the creek with a flat floor across the river, dozens of double-storey stars scattered in the middle, surrounded by a vegetable slump, and few vegetables have been seen in the desert vegetable garden for several months.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped at the bridge for three rounds, and took Yang Keer to the other bank to touch it. He wanted to increase Yang Keer's experience in facing zombies, but he still touched the nearest small building and did not encounter zombies.

“Something wrong?” Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted the telescope and looked around. The village was quiet, through a desolation that had been smokeless for a long time. The two men have been searching carefully forward.

A seemingly new small building stands at the very edge of the village, two brick bungalows on the left and right, each surrounded by hundreds of dead bodies, but there is no movement upstairs.

“Living people?” Looking at the sight in the telescope, Zhang Xiaoqiang made a judgment.

“Save or not? ”

This problem is very confusing!

Zhang Xiaoqiang was hesitant. This is kind of the third survivor he will meet. Yang Xiaoqiang and Yang Xiaoqiang are still alive. Other survivors have died for various reasons.

Survivors' chances of survival in the late life are too small. Zhang Xiaoqiang is also eager to meet several more living people, but he is embarrassed by the presence of more than 100 zombies.

“A few, a dozen can still be considered, I can't help it now!” Zhang Xiaoqiang finally decided to give up, and hoped that all the carcasses on board would be attracted and stolen as much material as possible.

“You wait here, I'll drive over!” Zhang Xiaoqiang turned and said to Yang Keer.

“Uncle, look!” Yang Keer pointed his finger at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said.

There was a commotion moving towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, headed by two S-type zombies, followed by D-type zombies and ordinary zombies.

“Run!” Zhang Xiaoqiang dragged Yang Keer to the other bank.

“Did you get hurt anywhere?” Zhang Xiaoqiang ran and asked Yang Kel.

“No! What's the matter, uncle?” Yankee's expression is strange.

“Did you get blood on anything?” Zhang Xiaoqiang asked again.

“Blood? Uncle, uh, is that thing counting?” Yankee has a little embarrassment on her face.

He said that the two men reached the end of the bridge. The closer the S-type zombie chased, he pulled the ordinary zombie apart.

“Later!” Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed the beast horn gun and greeted the S-type zombie, trying to solve the most threatening S-type zombie first!

The two S-type zombies jumped back and forth towards Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and stabbed the front of the gun. He saw the S-type zombie running in front of him stiffened. A spiral beast horn protruded his head from the back of the zombie's brain, and then the body of the gun turned and half of the zombie's skull flew out.

As soon as the barrel was retracted, the second S-type zombie swung his paw in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang and grabbed him. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised the barrel to block the paw and was about to pull the gun forward.

The bow string sounded when the sniper crossbow fired behind “Boom”, and a hole appeared in the white orbit of the "Boom” S-type zombie, who then carried the zombie forward to the ground.

“Uncle, how am I doing?” Yankee looks like a stinking piece of ass you praise me for.

D-type zombies are still far from ordinary zombies, and Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer slowly walk towards the tricycle.

“What did you say that thing was?” Zhang Xiaoqiang had some doubts.

“Uncle, you're broke. Women come here every month!” Yankee rolled her white eyes up, a feeling you didn't see.

“Oh, what a cut!” Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded and felt something was wrong.

“Didn't you say you were pregnant?” Zhang Xiaoqiang said strangely to Yang Kel.

“Did pregnancy have anything to do with that coming?” Yankee looks very strange.

“Yeah! Does it matter?” Zhang Xiaoqiang also has some doubts, he has not learned about physiological hygiene!

Zhang Xiaoqiang took a look at the small building on the other bank. It's a shame, “How much supplies are there?” I retracted my eyes and was ready to go back, but I accidentally saw on the fence of the cement bridge, which was built with red bricks erected and very simple to save as much material as possible. I kicked it hard with my feet and the brick was a little loose.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart moved; “There's a way! ”

The guardrail near the opposite bank was kicked open through an opening for two or three people, and three more rounds were crossed in the middle of the bridge, blocking the bridge.

“Give me that thing of yours!” Zhang Xiaoqiang said to Yang Kel.

“Shrimp rice stuff?” Yankee is strange.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked serious.