Apocalypse Cockroach

Night wandered back, the morning breeze swung Zhang Xiaoqiang's cheek and woke him up from a shallow sleep. He saw Yang Qiaoyun lying beside him and Shangguan Qiaoyun. Further afield were those who fought until midnight and slept on the mud. He sat up from the tarpaulin on the ground and shook his sore neck. He turned his head and looked at the two members who stood by the cliff and guarded far away.

At this moment, the hills are filled with a light mist. In addition to the intense smell of smoke in the air, there is also the unique smell of corpses. It is not surprising that humans have long been accustomed to this smell in the late ages.

The mist in the early morning was not thick, especially in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. The mist did not prevent his sharp gaze. He clearly saw the tragedy after the explosives exploded last night.

The shape of the entire hill was completely altered, and the hills in the direction of the zombies had collapsed in half, forming a huge slow slope, where yellow soil and soiled boulders were so exposed that one of the thin soils close to the ground was stretched out with only yellow claws or calves painted, and their owners were immobile in the soil, which was buried last night.

Originally in the nest of machine guns in front of the hill, not far from the ground where everyone slept, a large slope appeared in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked that way. The leather shoes creaked on the shell casing of the floor, and from time to time you can see the corner of the ammunition box buried in the shallow soil forming a pointed corner of the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the big slope and looked at the deep crack below. His heart was chilling for it. His personal power appeared too small under the overthrow of the earth. Thinking about the shaking of the earth last night, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally realized how powerful the natural forces of heaven and earth were.

A chain of Maxine heavy machine guns lay quietly in the center of the slope. At 6: 04 meters long, the canvas chain was filled with machine gun bullets. The original white chain had been dyed yellow and black. There was a lot of brown clamping between yellow and black. A small sharp eye could see a lot of bullets stained with a brown spot.

Unconsciously, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked down to pick up this abandoned bullet chain. Looking at the bullet chain in his hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered Cao who tried to commit suicide last night. At that time, she seemed to pick up the bullet chain now lying in his hand from the ground to her back.

Remembering the woman he had not seen since midnight, Zhang Xiaoqiang noticed something was wrong. He looked carefully at the spider silk horse tracks around him. Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a downward slip mark on the slope and a scratch mark on the side of the slip mark that had been pulled out by his finger. He slowly walked down along the slip mark and the horn cone in his hand was constantly inserted into the ground to fix his figure.

The boulder across the halfway hill appeared in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. The side of the boulder was covered in blood. After so long, the blood stained on the stone had turned dark brown. In the corner of the bloody boulder, the body of the machine gunner was stuck in the middle, and the body of a broken Maxine machine gun was next to the body.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the body and sighed in his heart. It was an old teammate who followed Zhang Xiaoqiang through almost all the major battles. I didn't expect this young machine gunner to die here. He slowly walked down, hoping to bring up the body of the machine gunner, and the warrior should bury it in Guihua Mountain.

A white printed plum print plastic hairpin was inserted obliquely into the soft soil. When he saw this hairpin, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped. He recognized the hairpin. It was originally worn on the head of the assistant machine gunner. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know the name of the assistant machine gunner. All he knew was that this woman was the leader of his hand-propelled squad and was the first female squad leader.

The haircut lay on Zhang Xiaoqiang's big hand mixed with smoke and dirt. He looked around, hoping to find the assistant machine gunner, and eventually he found the shallow red on the corner of the boulder...

Four bodies lay in the open, all the combatants stood by the workers' cooks, they watched quietly the comrades on the ground, many people cried silently, it was the old team members, former comrades now turned cold and rigid corpses, they were very sad, after all, after fighting together for so long, people will have feelings.

Two women in military uniform were crying, they were crying for Sister Cao, they were crying while wiping the blood and smoke on Sister Cao's face with a wet towel, they were good sisters, good sisters, together in the desperate grain warehouse to comfort each other, they were elected to the machine gun team together, together they became full combatants, now Sister Cao left them, how can they not be sad, how can they not cry.

“He Wenbin..." Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted loudly.

“Yes, what can I do..."

“Return the remains of the four warriors to the base and prepare the ceremony for our return. ”

Speaking of which, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the machine gunman lying next to Cao, pointing to the bodies of the two men, and said: "Bury them together, let Wang Le make a coffin that can hold the two people. If they are willing to live and die together, let them stay together forever..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the turbulent SUV Mountain towards the coal farm, now eight hours after the evacuation of the zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not take the tired team members back to the base to rest in the middle of the night. Instead, he took all the team members after the zombies.

In the morning, you can clearly see the dead zombies piled into a pile of corpses. On the road between the two hills, the flesh of the zombies crushed by bullets piled up five meters high. The burned ones on the south side of the abandoned car are also piece by piece. Looking at the zombie corpses turned from people to people, Zhang Xiaoqiang has the feeling of coming to hell.

Finally, after rough reckoning, the number of zombies who died here last night reached more than 40,000. Zhang Xiaoqiang's side buried more than half of the zombies, plus more than 10,000 died on the middle line. What else happened to Ho Wenbin and died on the side was more than 40,000?

Yesterday's zombie sea, though vast, Zhang Xiaoqiang believed that the zombies had been severely hit, otherwise according to the zombie habit, as long as they did not die, they would definitely go up.

For this reason, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to chase the retreating zombie. He had to pull out the hand hidden behind the scenes. Otherwise, when they wandered around outside, they would form a bigger tide of corpses than yesterday. China's population was really too large. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want to wait for the sea to be turned several times before looking for trouble.

The big truck piled a truck of sand and soil onto the slow slope formed by the corpse fragments. After the truck pressed out a passable dirt road, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed Zhang in the car with his people.