Apocalypse Cockroach

As the tide of hairy, dark red rats began to emerge, the three sons continued to shoot at them with rifles to block them, and there were constant killings of rats and constant rushes of rats up, and they began to feel weak.

Mitsuko also had some palpitations when he looked at the rats who were still running this way from a constant source. He retreated with the team members while sniping, and ran out not far away. A dozen big rats suddenly jumped into the tide of the rats and ran on the last team member.

The rat bit everything that could bite on him, his face was put on dead by several rats, the mouse claws were snagged in his skin, sharp teeth ripped off the flesh on his face and swallowed it, he rolled his face on the ground, a teammate saw the tragedy of his companion help forward, just a small stop to let them drown together by the tide of rats.

He said that the three circles of eyes here are slightly red. He only has nine elite soldiers who have served in the army. Whether they were cooks or pig breeders before, as long as they are fully trained as recruits, they are the most elite by far. This time, they fold into three. The battle team is only small?

Since Zhang Xiaoqiang formed the battle group, there were only eleven people at the beginning, and then it continued to expand. Only in the early sixties were men and women added together. The other day, they went through all those battles. Apart from the two deserters who were executed by Zhang Xiaoqiang, none of the others lost any hair.

Now he has just formed an elite team, or his immediate team, equipped with the best equipment in the entire base, with the best rifles, one type 92 pistol per person, bulletproof vest, polymeric aggregate helmet, really armed to the teeth, but first defeated under the siege of hundreds of corpses, then died three times under the attack of the rat tide, he felt ashamed and even had the idea that he was not this material.

Zhang Xiaoqiang persuaded Sanzi to say a few words. In his view, Sanzi has done well. Although he has been thrown away several times today with his tail clamped like a bereaved dog, he still retains his vitality to the fullest extent possible.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is now not bad material, not bad food, his poor people, 10,000 people are not bad, one person is not bad enough. Although Sanzi doesn't know any tactical arrangements, he doesn't know precise command, but he can see something wrong and take people with him and retreat. Although there is some damage, he can still fully preserve the system. If he changes his mind a little slower, he has probably lost his whole army twice now.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has already confirmed that these rats are mutant rats, they survive underground in prison, grain bank This is their nursery room and restaurant, Third Son with the amazing rats, these rats don't want to kill them, came here to surround Zhang Xiaoqiang them again.

Now there is no shortage of food, everyone carries a pot of fresh water, no shortage of drinking water, a green painted iron leather ammunition box neatly sized in the building, no shortage of ammunition, but the number of mice outside the wall is unknown, and they are constantly gathering small packs of rats to cross the wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's men have been holding against the rat for more than two hours, the rat is not afraid of death, do not know about fatigue, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's men can not. They have not received high intensity combat training at all. Now they can only insist on their simple fear of the rat.

The shooting frequency on the post began to slow down. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the watch and looked up at the sky. There seemed to be nothing missing, but Zhang Xiaoqiang knew the worst thing now, the deadliest thing, the time.

If they can't solve the problem of the rat by night, when they get to the night, the rat may sneak over the wall in the dark, there is no high power generator, high power spotlight is set up, no wood, no bonfire lighting at night, his men have not reached the level of equipping the night vision instrument, which can cause the night to fail.

“Zhang Xiaoqiang's contemplation was interrupted by the sound of an arrow cracking open the air. He looked up at the sound and sank into the wall across the sky with a sharp object of shadow.

These sharp objects, like the ancient archers, scattered densely, a chopstick thick, a long arrow about half a metre sharp pieces pierced the ground scattered with corpses and empty spaces, some of them stuck on the black brick wall of the arsenal, leaving a white dot on the ground, while many more flew to the crowd who were shooting guns at the post.

“Ah..." the scream kept sounding, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped up and rushed into the post three or two steps upstairs, three or four men were dragged aside to sit down, they were stabbed with the half-metre long spikes, Wang Zhao was removing the spikes from one person, the spikes were stabbed close to the person, as the spikes were pulled out in turn, the red blood quickly poured out to stain his yellow military clothes red.

Two other people lay on the ground and died unknowingly. Their bodies were stuck with these spikes. They looked like two hedgehogs falling on the ground. Blood continued to seep along the wound and slowly formed a blood pod on the ground. Dark red blood poured out a gap on the blood pod and slowly extended towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw a bottle of hemostatic powder at Wang Charging, who was bandaging the wounded, and looked out through the window of the post.

The platforms on the post were previously covered with a lot of residual mouse bodies, and then Sanzi took these disgusting things away, but now the platforms are covered with countless spikes and brass shells in addition to the blood stained by the mouse corpses, and the walls are carved out by those spikes a small green bean-sized pit.

No injured team members panicked, some continued to raise their guns, some placed empty ammunition boxes in a quick yard on the platform into a small shooting shelter, the third son kept yelling at those around him, and from time to time pulled a gun and shot a long shot at the wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up at the wall when he saw that the situation was not as bad as he had imagined. The crowd was slowly forming Mountain Mountain Mountain. Probably due to the suppression fire of the rifle, the speed at which they formed was accelerated by a few points. Zhang Xiaoqiang thought his eyes were flowering when he crossed the wall and looked behind Mountain Mountain. He took out the telescope to observe carefully.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a dozen big things slowly creeping this way in the open space 100 meters from the wall. These things were about the size of the large water tank Zhang Xiaoqiang saw in the countryside, and his body could not see their true faces together. Zhang Xiaoqiang could see the culprits who fired the spikes. It was them, and their body, which was grouped together, was filled with countless spikes like porcupines.

Ten times the binoculars pulled their spikes closer to their eyes and saw these things suck in a breath of cold air, and now the mice are starting to develop remotely?