Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the middle of the camp with a bite of rice pulled in the lunch box without a bite, the lunch dish was very simple, rice with salted vegetables, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Qiaoyun added some garlic fried bacon to the rice, two or three long garlic seedlings, three or four pieces of red and white bacon, the others were just like Sanzi, and here let Sanzi swallow their water, it was really green garlic seedlings too eye-catching, they didn't know how long they had not eaten vegetables with green.

Hundreds of meters from the camp, under the bridge, there are still countless dead bodies, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not even lazy enough to send someone to burn them, the remains of the dead bodies won't even touch the flies, under the sunlight will only evaporate moisture into a mummy dry corpse, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not afraid that the pile will cause plague or anything, Zhang Xiaoqiang's men will be numb after a long look. By the way, the people who were captured in the morning were terrified to see the dead mountains in the distance. They were also more and more complacent to Zhang Xiaoqiang. In their view, killing people was not good enough, and probably killing so many dead bodies. That was the real thing. They were all the teams that grabbed food in the zombie pile. They knew what so many dead bodies were like. It was a horrible tide of dead bodies that no one could face, even with guns, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did it with his people.

“Phew..." There was a loud and long sound of a loud truck honking in the distance, Zhang Xiaoqiang dropped the lunch box and stood on the ammunition box to look down the hill. The three large trucks brought the dust from the sky towards the foot of the hill. The two Land Cruisers were exercising each side of the loud truck, and some people could be seen standing in the trunk of the loud truck looking this way.

The convoy slowly slowed down and stopped, a wooden ladder mounted on the string, an old and weak woman and child carefully went down the wooden ladder to the ground, the surface was frightened to measure around, when they saw the heavy machine gun and mortar mounted on the uphill hill and lowered their heads honestly, the woman who was going to give Zhang Xiaoqiang the child was among them, but she and the child stood alone outside the crowd, seemed lonely, the woman holding the little girl also slowly got down to the car, the little girl in her hand had been very good, not crying, but measuring him with her clean, pure black eyes, when she saw Zhang Xiaoqiang standing on the hillside and smiled at him, she remembered him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the crowd below and found that there were only two children. One was an 11-year-old boy and the other was a little girl under the age of five. He asked people to bring both women and children to him. He looked at the woman holding her child in front of him and said, “What skills do you all have? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to give these two mothers with children a little special care. Of course, this care is not unconditional and requires them to pay their own labor. Zhang Xiaoqiang asked them about their skills, just wanted them to work in the range of categories they are familiar with, so that they could have more time to bring their children. If there were too many children today, Zhang Xiaoqiang would definitely set up a school to teach them how to survive in the last generation, teach them history, let them know who they are and remember their ancestors.

“I... I wash my clothes, cook, take care of my kids, and... serve men...” said the woman holding the little girl.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was speechless, these things could be done by anyone at the end of the day, uh... only women can serve men, but Zhang Xiaoqiang has canceled the statement of the camp prostitute. He looked at the woman in front of him and said, "If you don't want to learn, follow me, do my chores, and then you have to do something else, grow vegetables, care, make clothes, you have to learn. ”

After looking at another woman, a woman with a child as big as this should be in her thirties, but she looks younger than the woman with the little girl, although her body is not clean, but the clothes are very good, the woman and her child have not been tortured by hunger, and the little girl and her mother have not died on her face.

“My name is Xu Mengzhu, I am a graduate of Beidai University, a history major,..." Her statement was interrupted by Zhang Xiaoqiang, who looked at the woman and said: “Don't talk to me about the diploma, I don't need a history teacher yet, will you do anything else? ”

When the woman heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's refusal, some lips dried. She held the child and licked her lips with her tongue. Her tongue was elongated and pointed. The pink tongue tip gently slid over her slightly red lips. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart with a spongy itch. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw her unintentional flair before weighing her finely. She dressed like in the morning. The face is also covered with dust and materials as in the morning. It still doesn't look stunning. It's just that it's eye-catching, but it's just that this single eye-catching thing makes people feel different. The woman's appearance is very clear and beautiful without Yuan Yi, and even more incomparable with that of the superior official Qiaoyun. However, if you look a few more times, you will discover that the more beautiful the woman looks, plus she has a kind of temperament, a kind of knowledge The elegant temperament of the sexuality is very gentle, gentle and almost imperceptible. It only slowly moisturizes your heart field like a little water vapor in the air. This kind of woman is the true beauty, because you will never see her enough, and you will never feel tired of watching her.

She's like a famous painting of the world, and you probably won't pay too much attention to her in the first place, because there's a color that's more beautiful than her, and the content is better than her vivid, and you wait for her to taste it slowly, and when you look at all the other paintings and you accidentally sweep a second eye at her, you'll have a little surprise, not much, just a little surprise, because you feel that she's a little different at this time than the usual, and you can't even say it yourself, so you stop walking around and slowly measure up to find that little difference.

This is the moment to stay around her, you, fall down, because you look at it and you have a sense of a glance, this feeling is indefinite, it's unclear, so you keep looking at it, but you find yourself always seeing her with some different understanding, these understanding will not be repeated, you will feel she is like a huge gemstone mineral vein, you keep digging, she will give you constant amazement, this surprise is endless, so you want to take her home slowly until she's old, she's the best person to be a wife, and she is also the conscience drug to stop spending your heart on.

“I... my family used to be a traditional Chinese medicine family. I also know a lot of formulas. I also know some traditional Chinese herbs. See? ”

Listen to the woman say, Zhang Xiaoqiang almost wanted to say, “You don't need any skill, just give me a warm blanket.” Fortunately, because of the masculinity and implication, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say anything, he just looked carefully at every detail on her body, her eyes, her eyebrows, her face shape with her lips, the woman was stabbed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's burning eyes burning her cheeks, stabbing her heart cold, she knew that she was being looked at by this man, she hated some, hated why she was born so looking, everywhere can attract a man's peeking eyes, feel the heat on her child, she made a decision, let Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes patrol on herself.