Apocalypse Cockroach

After the woman said what the machine gunner did not listen to, his whole brain was confused, for a moment he was stripped of his skin by cramps, for a moment he fed the zombie himself, so that he could wake up easily to hear the woman say: “That's all the punishment for you with open head. ”

Machine gunner, clever, hugs a woman in her thigh and shouts, “What... what punishment? Please say it clearly..."

Watching this rude machine gunner beg himself with his thigh, the woman feels a strong sense of satisfaction, this rude guy has never dealt with himself, everything wants to crush himself, now it pays off?

“Open-head says," What's your life product this month, cigarettes, liquor, meat tickets are gone, that seems to be it, um, my open-head says half, hehe... half... half... "

Machine gunner sat on the ground naked and wiped cold sweat on his forehead. He still can't believe it. Zhang Xiaoqiang let himself go so easily? Looks like all the guys who offended him before had to die?

Heavy machine gunmen did not know that Zhang Xiaoqiang had his own bottom line. Although heavy machine gunmen slept at night, it was not really a big deal in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. Ten miles of corpses around here were emptied, and there were no hostile forces. Zhang Xiaoqiang was naturally reassured, but he was not afraid of 10,000. These lazy guys still had to warn him.

“By the way, open your head and say, later, I'll be the head of your group, uh... you, the head of the Night Watch, you, there's nobody else here, you go up and wake up all the sleepers, just say what their new team leader Cao Sister said..."

The assistant machine gunner sat on the sandbag, took a piece of soft candy out of his pocket and put it in his mouth. He looked at the frustrated machine gunner and walked towards the 18-metre high post building. It was beautiful in his heart. Happiness was based on the pain of others, which is true.

Upstairs, by the 54 anti-aircraft guns, two people are still sleeping. I don't know. I've reached the lowest level this month. They're still dreaming...

Early in the morning, the mountains filled with laurel trees are particularly silent today, and there seems to be a tragic atmosphere in the air.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood silently in front of the nine tombstones, behind him was He Wenbin, behind him were Sanzi, honest people and others. A hundred heavily armed combatants stood neatly in one formation. They were all wearing yellow military uniforms, wearing cowhide belts, carrying 80% of the new Model 56 assault rifles on their shoulders, and M1 helmets on their heads.

Everyone looked at the nine headstones on the hill, the first team members to die since the base was officially established, the first, but definitely not the last.

Survival in the afterlife is brutal. In this brutal afterlife, the strength of the individual is small and insignificant. The members of the battle team lying in the grave may have their colorful lives before the end, but now they can only wait to turn to loess.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked carefully at the names engraved on each tombstone, hoping to keep them in mind and engraved them on the top tombstone: “Wang Zhong, nicknamed the networm, glasses, born in '87, he was alive as a small figure who saw people stepping on, but he died more like a man than anyone else, a real man. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang finally glanced at Wang Zhong's tombstone, turned around and looked at the hundreds of battle squad members standing in a square formation. When Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around, all the squad members standing in a relaxed position brushed upright. Everyone vigorously lifted their chests, their eyes flat, and their expressions muddled waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to speak.

“Where you stand will be your cemetery, and of course mine. Why say that? The old team knows. How many zombies did you kill with me? How many monsters did you kill? And how many enemies did you kill?... myriad, and you don't know how many you killed. ”

Speaking of which, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the 20 old players in the front row. These 20 emotional old players were at the bottom of his core class. He took them to the spa, to the bridge, to recover the town, to be surrounded by rats, to be attacked at night. They all survived and finally became a warrior with steel bones.

“But do you know how many more are out there? How many more monsters are there? How many more enemies will there be? I don't know... you don't know... but I know... there are countless fights waiting for you, and God knows when you're going to get hit in the head by a bullet, dragged into their nest by a mutant beast, and most likely... you're going to be torn apart by countless carcasses, and you can't even leave a body behind. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaozhang glanced at the neat and neat team members. The old team members stood up their chests and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang without any concern. They were all people who crawled out of the dead pile. For them, even if they earned an extra day every day they lived, they would be satisfied if they could eat and run better than others.

Those who beat mice with Zhang Xiaoqiang and fought raids in the middle of the night had no emotional fluctuations. They had all seen blood, seen the big scene. For them, they had already died while the mice were digging up the ground in jail. Now living is luck, it is the king's luck to give them. If it really reaches that stage, die.

And the 60 new team members have different expressions. Some are excited and can't help but scream. Those are the bloodthirsty men in the bones who want to fight the battlefield. Some are emotionally inactive. They have considered themselves dead before joining. They are also mentally prepared. Others are beginning to hesitate to panic.

They're all doing it for the benefit of the combatants, or for the rights of women, really letting them die, and they're a little hesitant, and they're all doing the math, if they die like this, isn't it too bad?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's sharp eyes saw the hesitation of many people, he said slowly: “Now it's too late for you to quit. The old man knows that I have an iron law. Anyone who turns around and runs away on the battlefield, I kill... nothing... forgive..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang chewed his teeth and said that the killing was unforgivable, making many people below feel cold.

“In the future, the base will be gradually restructured. Anyone who has made outstanding contributions will have the same opportunity to receive the same treatment and benefits as the combatants. That is, if you do well, everyone will have the opportunity to marry a wife and have children, and can redeem luxury goods for their own contribution points. Everyone will have the opportunity. I do not rely on relationship here. As long as you have the ability, anything will happen. ”

As Zhang Xiaoqiang said these words, the hesitation in many people's eyes grew thicker and stronger, so they could get a chance without desperation. Who else would desperately do so?

“For the last time, it's the last chance for anyone to quit, and after that, you'll never quit again, either live lucky, or you'll be buried here, and of course, the runaway won't be buried here, only the warriors. ”