Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang stroked the handle of Jingwei sword inserted in his back and looked at the heavy machine gun ready to be fired. The old liberation also traveled in the wreckage of various abandoned vehicles. The corpse in front had gradually formed its size. Until the old liberation arrived, unless there was a bulldozer in front of it to open the road, it would not be able to drive in any case.

Old liberation is blocked by zombies, the men and women in the car and the children in the cab may be eaten by zombies. Thinking of the children in the cab, Zhang Xiaoqiang's brain flashed a picture...

Large building blocks in corners, white ceilings with tiny colored flags, various cartoon stickers on the walls, a messy white bone, little skeleton, black holes above staring silently.

Thinking of the children's ward in town, Zhang Xiaoqiang's teeth squeaked, he turned around and said: "This mission will last nine years. Do you dare go? ”

The two players behind him stood up and stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang, then the driver in the cab and the shooter in the machine gun nest quickly ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang and stood with the other two players.

“It's dangerous this time, I'll take you into the zombie pile, and accidentally, you may lose your bones, including mine. Of course, it's not part of the plan. I have no right to ask you to die. Withdrawal is not desertion. The treatment at the base is the same."

The four people heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's words and did not react at all. They just looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang silently.

With no fear in sight, Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded...

The greater the amplitude of the SUV beneath him, the more garbage and human bones the closer he was to the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang held a Type 56 submachine gun and squatted in the nest of a machine gun. The heavy machine gunner next to him constantly corrected the baselines of the gun muzzle, pointing the gun muzzle at the corpse in front of him as much as possible.

“Tata Tata..." The Type 53 heavy machine gun next to him ejected a nearly meter-long blue flame, the shooting sound of the ears constantly tapped Zhang Xiaoqiang's eardrum, and the hot thick shell casing splashed onto Zhang Xiaoqiang's leg.

Feeling the burning temperature of the shell casing, Zhang Xiaoqiang clamped the Type 56 gun holder between his waist and constantly fired at the corpse in front of him. The windows on the body of the car were shaken down and two black guns fired at the outside through the wire mesh.

Sporadic stray bullets shot through the car's messy zombie head, and as the zombies fell on both sides, the zombies in front fell in rows like stranded weeds.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand was constantly sprayed with a shiny 7.62mm bullet. The back seat of the barrel kept shivering him. He didn't know how many corpses he had shot. He kept shooting the bullet out. The flying brass shell shouted as a strong clang in the steel plate welded machine gun nest. The smell of smoke from the machine gun kept stimulating his sense of smell.

“Tong......" The Land Cruiser flew up suddenly, “Touch..." The body hit the ground after a brief stop in the air, the huge turbulence almost let Chang Xiaoqiang, who was replacing the magazine, fly out, he suddenly did on the hot shell shell, an empty magazine in his hand flew out and landed in the surrounding corpse.

Without waiting for him to get up, the Land Cruiser had been emptied on a dead body that had fallen on the ground and hit the ground. The dense gunfire briefly stopped, and everyone but the driver was holding onto the body of the car beside him. “

“Pong...” A zombie was hit by a car head a few metres high and fell into a side of the road, turning a few laps, and the Land Cruiser broke through the outermost mass of bodies and rendezvous with the old liberation along the streets full of buildings.

The Land Cruiser had not driven half way, countless zombies rushed out of the house on both sides of the street. Zhang Xiaoqiang had no time to wonder why such zombies were hiding inside. As his gunshot sounded, heavy machine guns began to spray again.

As the Land Cruiser drove downstairs of a three-story small building, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes flashed a shadow. Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed the gun at that side and found nothing. He continued to shoot forward.

“Touch..." the top of the car vibrated, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes only the corpse in front of him left untouched, “Dada... Dada..." Wuqiu rifle sprayed the eye-catching flame, while sending the bullet into the corpse in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eardrum continued to vibrate with the sound of the gun, now he can no longer hear the sound outside the gunshot.

Shooting out a magazine, Zhang Xiaoqiang was preparing to change the magazine when he found that the heavy machine gun around him stopped ringing. He turned his head and looked at the scene in front of him and made his eyes crack.

A robust S2 stood behind a machine gun nest on the roof, black feet, ten toenails like a barb fastened to the skin of the roof, nails deeply penetrated the iron leather, although the Land Cruiser kept shaking, but the small body of the S2 stood steady, body constantly fine-tuned has adapted to the center of gravity.

Its half foot long claw blade snapped the machine gunner's neck, sharp claw blade cut into the neck about half, the machine gunner's neck kept pouring blood along the S2 claw blade to stain its claws red, the machine gunner's chest uniform and skin were pulled out a big hole, the muscles rolled over the sides of Whiteson's ribs, the bloody red flowed out like a stream onto the yellow military uniform, the clothes were wet, the machine gunner had not died, his body was still slightly convulsed, and his legs were still pumping.

S2 One claw grabbed the machine gunner, slightly leaning back on his head, the other claw held a fist-sized heart raised high and a strand of blood dropped into its big mouth full of pointy teeth.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaoqiang was burned in anger, and the model 56 in his hand was not loaded. He smashed past S2 with a rolling barrel in his hand, and the mahogany handle struck S2 with a gust of wind on the forearm of the machine gunner.

The wood fragments on the broken mahogany stock were dancing everywhere. As the stock broke, the forearm of S2 became more than a 40-degree angle. S2 could no longer hold the machine gunman, and the heavy body of the machine gunman fell to the roof of the car and splattered a piece of blood.

The S2 broke its arm, it was furious, the heart held on its paws was squeezed, the scarlet blood paw with the heart meat pieces was grabbed by Zhang Xiaoqiang, “Touch...” The steel case of the Type 56 assault rifle collided with its scarlet blood paw, the paw of the S2 was hit back, and the parts of the case were scattered and dropped on the roof as a jingle.

“Touch..." S2 lifted his foot to Zhang Xiaoqiang and took a giant step. The sharp nails like the barb on his foot snapped on the roof of the car, and another claw swept back across Zhang Xiaoqiang...