Apocalypse Cockroach

A puddle of soil erupted from the ground into the sky like a fountain, always with several mutilated corpses, scattered soil sandwiched with stones the size of a brown rain curtain completely partitioning that space, and only the flash of the moment the armour-piercing incendiary bomb exploded on the cement pavement could illuminate it.

On the sides of the eight large light chains are a dozen smaller light chains that emit fast and slow, and dense light points are bright and dark. They are like a peeling knife at the very edge of the corpse sea, slowly shredding the dense mass of corpses. Countless corpses fall under these light chains, and countless corpses step on the ground and firmly pull this side together.

“Boom... Boom...” The two 70-mm high explosive bombs blew two dozen square meters apart at the edge of the mass, the waveheads of the dead sea were temporarily dispersed, dozens of Land Cruisers rushed into the mass of bodies in vain, heavy machine guns were constantly shooting at the mass of bodies, and 40 members of the team disembarked, carrying the backup gasoline in the trunk to dump the gasoline in the oil tank dozens of meters from the zombies.

The two openings that were blown up were reconstituted two minutes later, and the scattered carcasses at the edges rearranged their positions. They poured one step at a time towards the members of the team. Finally, the front carcasses were within the danger range of 34 metres. A dozen S-type carcasses suddenly hurled towards the members of the team. The common carcasses behind them also rioted. Although dense heavy machine gun bullets kept knocking and tearing their companions apart, their speed accelerated by a few points, as did the claws of some carcasses hanging on either side of the body.

When they saw the zombies approaching, all the team members threw away the oil tank and ran backwards. They were full of gasoline under their feet. They didn't dare to shoot. A new team member saw behind them like a sea zombie wall. Both legs were frightened and softened. He followed the other team members for a few steps. He stepped on a tank that was thrown on the ground by the other team members. The moment he stepped on it, the smooth tank was stepped out, and the team members lost their weight and rolled to the ground, and their feet twisted naked.

When he wanted to climb up, he found that his right foot could not be pushed. He lay on the ground, watching the rapidly approaching S-type zombie make a desperate cry. By the last minute, he was looking for a lighter in his pocket, beneath him was a dead lawn wet with gasoline, and he preferred to burn and not be torn to death by the corpses.

Just pulled out the lighter, the trembling thumb constantly pulled on the grinding wheel, suddenly something grabbed him on the foot, then his body was dragged and slipped on the gasoline-filled lawn, suddenly the force hit his back brain violently on the ground, the trembling right hand could no longer hold the little disposable lighter, the lighter fell on the grass eroded by gasoline.

His body kept sliding and he looked at the lighter, which was getting farther and farther away, and he was crying.

“Mama's, howling, you're his mother's not dead..."

When the unlucky guy slipped to the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang tightened his heart. The person behind him was more than a dozen S-type zombies. Behind the S-type zombies were countless ordinary zombies. Others were burying their heads on the road again. Apparently, this team member was very vicious. The action of the team member to find out the lighter was also seen by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Which way, that way..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in the nest of the machine gun. He did not want the team member to be burned alive. He preferred to shoot him himself, so that he could suffer less. The Land Cruiser rushed toward the front of the corpse. The latter two did not know what had happened. When he saw the Land Cruiser under Zhang Xiaoqiang move, they also followed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heavy machine gun is the type 24 Maxim heavy machine gun and the largest number of machine guns stored in the armory. The other machine guns have not been added up. The previously State-produced type 53 heavy machine gun provided massive support to Vietnam, leaving behind in his own home these heavy machine gun combat militias that remained in the resistance to Japan and the civil war.

Since the installation of the water-cooled heavy machine gun on the off-road vehicle, Wang Le has modified it. The original small water tank was replaced with a large water tank. A small float tank is installed. As long as the water inside the machine gun is below standard, the water tank will be automatically injected. Maxim heavy machine gun is very resistant to operation. As long as the bore line is still present, the bullet can be fired continuously. As long as it ensures that the needle and shell are not defective, the machine gun can continue to fire.

Now that the unlucky team member is some distance from the maximum range of the heavy machine gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang naturally needs to approach the shooting.

A strong team member suddenly turned around and ran back. He ran to the Weixian team member to pick up one of his feet and dragged him back. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but scream. When the team turned around, Zhang Xiaoqiang recognized him at a glance. He was the driver who rushed into the corpse with him and the rider who rushed back at noon to ask for help.

One lay on the ground and was dragged by another person to run at a speed that naturally could not be faster. He was going to be chased by an S-type zombie. The team member did not turn back, but just dragged the guy on the ground to run, and the team member on the ground saw the zombie behind him the closer he was going to start struggling.

“Boo, run, leave me and run. I appreciate it. If you don't run, we're gonna die together..."

The team member, known as Boo, did not speak, and now he has no extra strength to speak. He just buried his head and ran forward, shooting heavy machine guns in the distance behind him to cover him. Unfortunately, other than three or two of the dozen corpses have been overthrown and are already on the chase.

Nor did the foot player struggle. He lay on the ground and looked at the bullets flying through the sky like meteor rain. The dark silence counted the last moments of his life. Though not long, the distance of dozens of meters was the farthest distance in the world for the two of us today.

A dark shadow appeared in the corner of his eyes, an S-type zombie had arrived behind them, and then another. When the third zombie appeared, he was still counting the last time under himself. Now he was feeling guilty, feeling guilty that he had dragged Xiaopu, and the zombie was following them, and the little cloth running in his pants just blocked the angle of the machine gun.

Unlike each other, the three zombies jumped at the same time and jumped at them. After the S-type zombies jumped, several more zombies appeared in their ugly shape. The team members did not close their eyes, and he watched S-type zombies jump at himself.