Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and looked at another S-type zombie. He saw that this zombie, who had been punched in several caves by him, was being rubbed like a weak teenage girl by several big men. Zhang Xiaoqiang's new subordinates took the iron shovel of the dig and made a mess. They banged the S-type zombie, who was lying on the ground slightly convulsed, and the big men were crowded too tightly. The men with the tools in the back still yelled out at the people in there so they could get out of the way so that they could get addicted too. When the crowd spread out, the S-type zombie turned into a piece of meat mud. A few men saw the zombie swinging against the chest wall, and they shouted excitedly and they copied the guy and poured at the zombies. Then they followed a group of men with the guy in the back, Zhang Xiaoqiang and some idiots. He had never seen Killing a zombie is so proactive, can't be said to be proactive, should be said to be fanatical, thirty big men and a lot of them all rushed up, regardless of height, regardless of age, everyone shouted out loud, the guy in hand greeted the zombie's head, like a sudden wind, when the crowd spread, the dozens of zombies stopped at the wall could not even stand and see.

“Tough... tough.” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the warm-up exercise, and the men who walked backwards with joy made an accurate assessment. The biggest difference between these men and Zhang Xiaoqiang's combat team was that Zhang Xiaoqiang's men dealt with the same kind very well, but could barely say against the zombies, while this group of former construction workers were very bear eggs in front of the same kind, but they dealt with the zombies unambiguously, but their hands were harsh, and the action was marvelous, at first glance was to kill the body of the zombies.

What Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know is that these people admire Zhang Xiaoqiang for blocking 2,000 corpses with more than 20 lives. They all know that a corpse needs to be hit in the head to die. When will 2,000 corpses have time to target you? But Zhang Xiaoqiang's men wanted to get close to the zombie within 10 meters, not to mention that no one turned around and fled. Unlike them, they had to fight smoothly. When they saw not many zombies, they hugged them. When they saw many zombies, they spread their legs and ran away.

Wang reclaimed the rifle, his heart palpitated to see the dead corpse at his feet, but he did not stop, he loaded good bullets to continue shooting at the corpse, he had no time to feel, the suffering of the late death had grinded him into a steel man, now he was a warrior, as long as he did not die in battle, he would continue to fight until he fell down.

More zombies are not filled with fireworks at gunpoint. Over time, crowded corpses are slowly decreasing. When the last gunfire stops, there are no more zombies in front of people who can only stand. All the members of the battle team drop their rifles and sit on the chest wall to rest. A small strong silver pistol patrols the chest wall, beforehand. Set as the mouth of the battlefield, the corpses lay on one floor, the previously yellow ground in the black has been filled with corpses, most of the corpses are incomplete limbs, it was hit by machine-gun bullets, many of the corpses have become shredded, the eastern arm is scattered across the west thigh, there are still many corpses with green smoke, half of the body is buried with thick dirt, that is by mortar or hand The grenade blew up...

On a turbulent battlefield, dense carcasses are like dead fish piled up on the beach, stacked one by one, and the highest places have formed a small, mighty hill, some broken limbs without injuries and still creeping in the pile, and they want to climb out and continue to bite the flesh in front of them, and a man with a bayonet or a shovel walks in the dense pile, just seeing a carcass moving, or sending a bullet into its head, flipping its spiritual lid, or cutting its head off with a bright edge...

“Touch..." The door was kicked open with one foot, three men flushed in with a shield and then heard it coming from inside: "Safe... safe... no corpses!” Then a few men who ate empty boxes walked in and started flipping boxes and pouring out the cabinets, a bag of rice and lamb, a bed of cotton and a mattress, a bag of clothing, a piece of miscellaneous tools used were all moved out, several people cooperated like running clouds and running water, and in less than 10 minutes, the house was essentially emptied except for some of the people's electricity and thick furniture, and as the last person flashed out, the house was quiet.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on an empty street. Now, the whole town is his Zhang Xiaoqiang. His position is the center of the town. He looks at all kinds of buildings that have been raining all the time. He watches his men break open a door and rush into the house to move all kinds of material fish. Somehow, he loses the joy of the past, his head gets more and more dull. Yang Kele tears up a bag of snacks in a side food store with the little girl. He constantly stuffs strange shapes of small food into the little girl's mouth like a feeding puppy. The little girl also comes to refuse. She eats as much as she wants. Yang Kele's eyes slightly warped up. She is very happy.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's battle team and temporary engineering team were also happy, they were laughing aloud with all kinds of materials, some people were still arguing over some novel trophies, it didn't take long for more trophies to be discovered, they put down the argument to get a share, each of the three deputy machine gunmen carried a large backpack, and they ignored the trophies the men were fighting for. Their goal is household goods, shampoos, shower gels, sisters, cleansers, hand creams, whatever men throw on the ground, and they pick it up and throw it in their backpacks, and they're like treasure hunters swimming around the monuments, and from time to time there's a surprising scream, followed by a laugh of joy in the quiet town, and some grass in between, Dry words...

Everyone was happy that today was a rich day for them, the previous few days there were a lot of objects in the construction site, but those building materials machines were of no use to individuals, they were less than any spoils, all spoils were based, of course they wouldn't say much, but they were still the happiest to get some spoils for themselves, they appreciated Zhang Xiaoqiang, they were also the first to make a laugh after the end of the life, the depression and depression of the past will be with laughter...

Looking at the laughter of these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not feel any happiness. He walked alone on a lonely long street and slowly walked across all kinds of garbage and scattered white bones on the ground. On both sides of the street was a small shop. He even saw a small internet cafe, the internet cafe was not big enough to place 20 computers, the internet cafe was very messy, pushed down seats, an old box display that fell on the ground, a pair of light-colored sneakers were pressed against by a beverage display cabinet on the ground. There was a black and brown bloodstain on the ground not far from the sneakers, and some scattered white bones showed people the tragic scene of the past.

The other doors on the street and the Internet cafe were almost, messy, broken, and the traces and remains of desperate people at the time. He looked up at the mountain, and the vegetation on the mountain was still abundant. Except for the vast depletion of yellow, he looked away at the viaduct, the tall viaduct, and he looked up at the sky, and today was a day without the sun, the dark clouds, the dark sky. As depressed as he was at this moment, he couldn't breathe out for a long time, he kept walking...