Apocalypse Cockroach

“No, you don't understand. Even if you cross your body, the deserters can't get in the car. You tell Sanko to load each car with explosives, and the detonator will be on you. If you get killed, blow up all the cars before you die... Can you do it!!!! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said and shouted loudly. Zhang Xiaoqiang's name was clearly heard by all the team members and all the workers looked at Lu Xiaobu standing in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Promise to do the job, I'll blow up all the cars before I die.” Xiaobu Lu shouted red-eyed loudly, because too hard, the blues on his neck burst out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded with satisfaction, pulling an old team member to pass his orders to He Wenbin.

“If people are in positions, they have to fight for their lives.” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the new team members who had hidden their eyes and said, then looked at the corpse sea again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's words reached the ears of the machine gunner and Sister Cao. The machine gunner constantly pulled bolts to check the bullet chain. Sister Cao's hands and feet tied together a strip of 6: 4 meters long canvas bullet.

“Did you hear that? Brother cockroach is in a hurry today, it's going to blow up the car, hey hey... it must be the new bears. ”

“Ka,..." Sister Cao jammed the two chains without picking up the machine gunner.

“Alas!! It's easy for me to think. I don't think the cockroach has a heart..."

“What, scared? Now you just want to run and it's too late. Someone's got to guard it. That little Lupu. I know, he's just a master who wants money to die. It's so easy to be an official now, who goes to kill who. ”

Sister Cao answered, she has positioned herself on the wife of the machine gunner, there is no one to kill as before.

“No, just a little sorry..."

Machine gunner's been interrupted again.

“Didn't you taste it? What, you want to pack a second milk?” Sister Cao suddenly caught fire.

“No... no, I'm sorry we haven't had a baby...”

“Shut up, why do you think so much? Didn't you see your head ready to die here today? Where can't you go with your head open? Die here today, or I'll give you life..."

“Touch..." The Desert Eagle shots again, the machine gunner instantly forgets Sister Cao, copies the trigger and turns the barrel and starts firing.

The tide has approached two hundred meters, where there is an empty space, and the barrier of exhaust cars is right behind them. The two hills are stuck on both sides of the road, forming an eight-word reverse, on the one hand a wide river, on the other hand a high, low and uneven bunker and countless pits. The corpse can only be passively concentrated at the eight-word entrance, and this is where the fire is most concentrated, and all the fire points in the two hills can drain bullets in this area less than 100 meters wide.

Dozens of barrels of gunfire were sprayed simultaneously, or feet or more, and blue gunfire formed a neon light belt in two hills, looking down like a star glittering with light, and light points like rain points were constantly sprayed out, like countless fireflies were released simultaneously.

The scene was pulled closer, and the most forward-looking tide of the zombie sea 200 meters away was like being crushed by the hands of a giant, because of the terrain, the zombies on both sides were concentrated in the middle, and in that small space, the zombies moved slowly next to each other, if not for more than a hundred meters on the side, these zombies might get stuck like zombies on a town bridge.

Twenty barrels of eight anti-aircraft machine guns ejected 150 14.5 mm warheads per minute, plus twenty heavy machine guns with a minimum ejection rate of 75 rounds per minute and a maximum ejection rate of 300 rounds, have concentrated their vigor in a small space of more than 100 metres, creating an unimaginable metal storm.

In this tiny space, thousands or so of corpses were all turned into meat chunks, not corpses, for decades. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, the black rain diffused in the sky was not a residue of varying size in the previously clamped dirt, but a fragment of the size of egg silkworm beans, which hovered in the air like the sand and dust rolled up by the storm.

Fire torches circle again, flashing like neon lights, lighting a single hidden darkness, under the huge column of light of the searchlight, the previously crowded corpses like canned sardines disappeared empty-handed, disappearing instead of falling, and disappearing together on the ground beneath their feet.

A huge pit appeared where the previous carcasses were most concentrated, with pieces of meat falling in the sky like mud and sand and rain, and a thick layer of soil accumulated on the ground surrounding the pit with some broken paws stretching out of the soil.

The burgeoning onslaught paused sharply, waiting for the mud and sand to fall, and the battlefield was strangely silenced, with the exception of the burning mutilations around the great pit, which stopped on both sides to quietly confront each other.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...”

“Woo woo woo..." A weak wave of sound that could freeze into the bone like a ghost howl reached Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear. All the standing zombies rushed to the big pit that was still smoking and burning the corpse.

“Tata Tata..." sweat slipped down from Zhang Xiaoqiang's forehead into his eyes and stabbed his eyelid into pain. He stopped the 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine gun in his hand and wiped the sweat from the corner of his eye with his clothes sleeve. Around him, Yang Keel was carrying a bullet on the bullet chain with his oil-contaminated little hand. The bullet he was going to knock in with a gavel was slightly pressed by Yang Keel's thumb, and the bullet caught into the bullet chain.

In front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, Wang Le and three of his men hit a chest wall of sandbags with bare arms. At each end, a 56-shift machine gun fired at the raging corpse below. Not far from their feet, Director Ma's dirty face drew a long bullet chain from an empty squad machine gun drum and grabbed the 7.62mm rifle bullet in the ammunition box next to him and filled it.

Down the hill, the fat cook and his ladies carried a box of bullets up there, almost all of them busy, and everyone was doing their best to defend themselves against a wave of bodies.

Hundreds of burning fires are scattered in dense and numb cadavers, and there are countless small piles of fires beside hundreds of fire piles, which are burning carcasses that have been sputtered onto them by flames, and thousands of kilometres thick cadavers are constantly pouring into burning fires like quicksand, although many carcasses are lit by flames, many more can be extinguished by corpses with their own flesh and blood.