Apocalypse Cockroach

Machine gunmen are very excited, although they are very skilled, but the feeling of shooting is too good. They howl loudly, the same voice as wolves and deafening machine gunfire, coupled with scattered rifle sounds behind them, give people the feeling that this is the battlefield. Some of the corpses have not died after being defeated. They climb to the position with their broken legs constantly. Sometimes bullets pass through their bodies carrying a piece of flesh or bone, but as long as they do not hit their skulls or vertebrae, they do not climb forward relentlessly.

Machine gunners are very excited that they only have standing zombies in their eyes, ignore the crawling zombies, the women who are treated as accessory machine gunners are attracted by the work in front of them. In order to ensure the constant attack of machine guns, they constantly stuck new bullets into the body of the gun, and then smoothly held the bullet belt to the near-heavy machine gun shooting speed. They only have bullets, machine guns in their eyes, and do not notice the zombies before their bodies.

Instead, the battle group with the rifle shot saw the corpse approaching a little nervous. The old team knew what the outcome would be. They all began to mount a bayonet to prepare for a meat beat. Several of Zhang Huai 'an's men had never experienced this before. Looking at the corpse going to their feet, a man threw the rifle away and ran backwards. Now all the battle groups looked at him. The others also seemed to want to learn the previous man's escape. Zhang Huai 'an looked in a hurry, and he pulled out his pistol and pointed at several men shouting: “Keep shooting, whoever dares to escape, I slaughtered him.” After he turned around, the man who wanted to escape fired, and his shot was really bad, and he saw a little flickering over the man's side. But no one could hit him, and the closest one took only the man's horn.

The man buried his head and ran vigorously in his legs, the wind scraped through his ears, the shouting of the bullet fired from his side, his heart was hanging, he regretted to have escaped himself, but now it was a boat, stopping was also a death, he stared at the car parked under the hillside, prayed in his heart not to be shot by the bullet behind him, every shooting behind him was recorded in his heart, The crisp sound of the pistol was almost submerged in the sound of a machine gun and a rifle fire, but the faint sound of the pistol was so vivid on his side that the crisp sound of each shot of the pistol was like a drum in his heart, one sound... two sounds... six sounds... seven sounds... he felt so relaxed in his heart that he knew the pistol was gone Play, Zhang Huai 'an had enough time to change the magazine, he ran 50 meters away, a smile hung on his mouth, he was lucky, for the day he escaped, his goal was to park the car under the mountain, as long as he got in the car, can't go?

There's a man standing in front, like the boss with the face on his face all day long. What's he got? No gun, just a dim sword, haha! If you don't have a gun, what are you afraid of? Don't you know how to hide? He suddenly accelerated to run towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's side. All he had to do was pull away from Zhang Xiaoqiang and he would definitely escape.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently like a man who had accelerated his run to the right. He had been watching the entire gathering position, whether the corpse was near or the machine gunner's madness was in his eyes. When some mutilated corpses were about to crawl on the ground, he knew, but he didn't care. His men not only had to shoot accurately at a distance, but also had to kill close to him. He was just watching the emotional fluctuations of every member of the battle team. The machine gunner was very satisfied with his performance. The woman who supplied the machine gun also satisfied him. She saw the old team start to stab him. He appreciated, but he saw Zhang Huaian's men fleeing the battle, and his face looked like a big iron pot of fat chef.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not draw out the desert eagle hanging at his waist, so he waited for him with Jingwei sword. It was cheap for him to shoot him with a gun. The smile flashed in the corner of his mouth after seeing that he had no gun in his hand made Zhang Xiaoqiang more despicable. Zhang Xiaoqiang's Jingwei sword lasted more than one meter, and the man ran two meters away from Zhang Xiaoqiang's side. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, suddenly he felt his legs slightly cool and his feet were numb. He was still running desperately forward with his arms on his turn.

He suddenly found himself flying, not upwards, but downwards, “touching..." His right face fell on the ground covered with crude sand and gravel, his great inertia kept his body rolling over the rock, the flesh on his face was rubbed off by gravel, the dark red muscles and Whitesen's teeth were exposed, and then blood rapidly poured out to stain the gravel under his head, A huge pain came from his leg, he fell down to see his legs left behind, he screamed loudly on the ground, crude sand and crushed stones embedded in his wound, as his broken legs were spraying blood constantly, but such injuries could not kill him immediately, he could only scream while screaming, screaming screaming to other people's ears Side by side, all the people hit a chill, but no one looked back and focussed on dealing with the zombies in front of them.

With the role model of the man who was struggling on the ground, Zhang Huai 'an's other men had lost their lives. Outside the sight of the man, they saw Zhang Xiaoqiang pull out the silver desert eagle in his waist. He patrolled behind the crowd with that frightening pistol of size. The broken leg man rolled over behind him with his broken leg. This scene deeply guided the minds of the men who wanted to escape, and they also learned other companions, clumsily pulled out the stab card and waited for the barrel to be picked up at short notice.

Always cowardly Zhang Huai 'an picked up the M1 Garand rifle that had been thrown away, holding the barrel and quickly accelerating forward, rushing to the nearby zombie body, hands up the rifle and pushed the wheel down, the dark red solid wood gun butt hit the zombie's head severely, the zombie's head immediately collapsed a large chunk, he from the mourning He pulled out a gun butt with yellow brains on his head and flung another zombie brain with claws around him. Zhang Huai 'an, an old policeman who was always timid and cautious, broke out to make everyone talk. Especially his former colleagues. They didn't expect that the old policeman who ate and waited to die also had an unknown side. When he saw the old policeman whose eyes had erupted, he forgot to die. His men were also provoked by blood, and they Behind the old policeman, he was slaughtered with the zombies who crawled to the ground.

Ordinary mutilated corpses are actually not very dangerous, they are more scary to deter human psyche than their actual killing power. When the old policeman comes out, everyone's mind is settled. They no longer care about the late corpse, they put all their energy in front of the corpse, the dark red barrel in the old policeman's hands has been dyed yellow and black. He tours around the front with his men, whenever he sees a corpse approaching, whether standing or lying up is a barrel, several men walk on the front with rifles piling up the corpse...