Apocalypse Cockroach

The zombies are decreasing. Suddenly, the wind blows away the smoke in front of them. The smell of nitro smoke in the air is quite faint. Zhang Xiaoqiang can see the whole front without having to patrol in the nitro smoke. The heavy machine gunner's face is full of black nitro smoke. That is the nitro smoke that was brought on the face when the machine gun was fired. The women who supplied ammunition next to them are also clean on their faces. In addition to the fact that the pink neck is white, the thick layer of machine gun shells was laid on the ground. Some dense areas also formed a small hill. As the zombies decreased, the machine gunner fired from the point of fire, and the intermittent firing sound of the long and short shots echoed between the three heavy machine guns.

There are no more zombies falling down, the front hundred meters full of zombies, well identified by the rifle, the whole body is, all killed by heavy machine guns turned to pieces, broken heads, torn bodies revealed bones, broken arms stacked with legs turned into sections, various organs and intestines dragged everywhere.

When there were only dozens of dead bodies scattered, Zhang Xiaoqiang asked the heavy machine gunner to stop shooting, the rest of the dead let the rifler continue shooting, until all the dead bodies fell to the ground, the noise of the shooting silenced, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not let the heavy machine gunner take down rest, just let the cook bring them hot water and hot meal, let others evacuate from the front to rest, he stood in front of the machine gun and looked at the viaduct waiting for something...

The man who escaped was not dead. Zhang Xiaoqiang had only one breath left to throw him on the body hill under the bridge. The empty ground in front of the camp had been smashed to the ground with a large iron hammer. After that, two mortar teams set up mortars on it, shooting yuan scale under the bridge, and two forklifts drove to the hillside. Except for Yang Keol, no one knew what Zhang Xiaoqiang was preparing to deal with. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang, many of the corpses, had not moved out the mortar before, and now they had finished shooting, proving that what they were going to deal with was not easy. They were distracted with the lunch box and looked up to Zhang Xiaoqiang from time to time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also didn't know if something would come. The wind just now not only scraped off the nitro smoke, but also scratched the blood smell of the coward around. S2 and D2 smell more than kilometers. They can smell the weak blood smell in the wind, as sensitive as sharks in the sea. Zhang Xiaoqiang preferred to be more prepared because he didn't want to be overwhelmed.

Three minutes... Five minutes... Ten minutes... Twenty minutes, Zhang Xiaoqiang slightly exhaled, he turned to look around Yang Kel smiled, seemed lucky today, but Yang Kel was somewhat dissatisfied, now she is well, holding a wolf tooth stick like picking a big BOSS, Zhang Xiaoqiang has killed three, but she has poached twice in a row, which embarrassed her, she swore to make sure to get rid of one to show Zhang Xiaoqiang, now that BOSS has not appeared, there is only one possibility, there is no BOSS that has evolved to more than Type 2 around, which makes her even more depressed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the camp, he was also hungry. After eating, he searched the area. Yang Keer stunned behind him. Others saw Zhang Xiaoqiang lift his guard and recover to the noise of the past. Someone was chatting, someone was smoking, and someone was silently eating monotonous dishes and rice in the lunch box. The camp, which was originally heavily dead, began to be full of vitality. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked towards the fat chef, and the chef smiled and waited for two people to come.

“Ow..." There was a long howl on the viaduct, the sound was so bright, the bright voice allowed the images of the real camp to be rated, everyone stayed, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped walking towards the viaduct behind him, Yang Qiao also turned excitedly to look at the viaduct at the first time, the fat chef, the honest man, Sanzi, the heavy machine gunner, as well as the battle team and the logistics team all looked at the viaduct.

Far behind the breakage of the viaduct, a tall figure emerged, first a head stuck with a yellow rotten helmet, then its strong upper body, and then two thick thighs, when its entire body was exposed. Some of the battle team and the logistics team had slight tremors on their legs, they were both survivors and old team members of the granary, they recognized the monster's true identity, D2, this D2 was not the tall one in the granary, and it didn't look any fierce, but D2 was D2, and the thick skins on them were not afraid of bullets, their strength could smash through the wall, and the rifle in the battle team's hand was just a joke for D2.

They feared that D2 was a nightmare in their minds. They feared that the monster that couldn't be killed was desperate. Together, they looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and hoped to hear the order to retreat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was not afraid, on the contrary, he was full of passion. Since the last battle between the grain bank and D2, he has completely lost his fear of D2. The shadow hidden in his heart has completely dissipated. Now he has so many hands. What else is terrible? He kept thinking about WH, to reach WH, he had to solve the D2 that was blocking the road, although he didn't know if that D2 was comparable to the one in the grain store, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was definitely not scared, before he saw D2 and wanted to escape, but now he saw D2, he wanted to kill it, the same person, the same power, the difference is the courage ignited in his heart.

D2 stood on the bridge and smelled the blood underneath him, and he yelled excitedly, and he walked forward with his big foot, and halfway through his leg, his body leaning forward and falling down the bridge, his huge body falling fast, and all of a sudden he hit a steel beam, and it was hung up on the beam like those hanging corpses, and it screamed painfully, He kept twisting to get away from it. It was a rare opportunity. Zhang Xiaoqiang ordered the shooter to fire, “Sudden Sudden Sudden..." As the heavy machine gun rekindled its tongue, three long fire chains swayed onto D2, the heavy machine gun bullet from time to time carried a piece of skin on it, and a series of flowing bullets shot at its head, the top card The helmet that went into its head immediately turned into powder, revealing its bright head, and it hung on a beam in the sky screaming...

The heavy machine gun has a lot of power, but when it hits D2, its power is no longer obvious. The rough, long bullet can only take a small piece of flesh from it, and the distance of more than 100 meters cannot allow the three water machine gunmen to shoot all the bullets at one drop point. D2 was beaten on the beam with a scream, but the damage caused to it is not serious. It was fired out, raised and the body claws scratched. One claw just caught the edge of the beam. With a place to hold the claw, it lifted the other claw and smashed the reinforced beam under the body.

Its paws were not as thick and curved as S2's, but its paws were more leather than S2's, and as the paws rose and fell, the beams were trembling slightly, the machine gun was spraying the fire tongue on it constantly, and after half a bang, the beam was still not caught by it, and the bullets kept firing on it, and the riflers saw D2 jammed and started shooting at it, The machine gun bullet clamped the rifle bullet to make D2 more angry, it clawed and punched hard on the beam, as it hammered once, the beam began to bend, the interface on both sides also began to collapse, it lifted up and was ready to smash with its maximum force, as its body tilted it lost its balance and fell from top to bottom of a circle of steel, it could easily prick The reinforcing bars wearing the zombie were bent by its huge body, which was constantly shaken by the kinetic energy of the bullet, and slowly climbed up from the ground under the baptism of the bullet rain, walking in the direction of the bullet.