Apocalypse Cockroach

“Hmm?” Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded and asked that he had learned to listen. Even a stranger would know what they were saying quietly. One more point of information would give him more confidence.

“There's something I'd like to talk to the chief about, see if it's a different place.” The middle-aged man looked at the people around Zhang Xiaoqiang and said carefully.

“Right here, there's nothing I can't tell you. ”

“Yes, yes, there seems to be a problem with the Big Bird killed by the chief..." The man carefully spoke of the Big Bird killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“What's the problem?” Zhang Xiaoqiang is a bit strange this time.

“We don't know this one. The two bodies we saw were pure black and had no clutter.” Speaking of which, the man saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking at him with a burning eye, he was a little nervous, and did not dare to speak until he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang prompting him to continue.

Survivors see that Big Bird is not the same as the Big Bird killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The size they see is even bigger. Although they don't know much about it, they definitely need to be much bigger than what Zhang Xiaoqiang killed. If compared, Zhang Xiaoqiang killed this bird as if he had just learned to fly. The other two Big Birds are fast, like lightning, and can't see their bodies in blink.

Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately walked to the feathers where the big birds were pulled out and piled up. He touched the black and gray feathers in his hand and found that the thickness of the feathers on them was a little high. Then he looked at the bird's mouth. As a result, he saw a hint of tacit tender yellow at the deepest corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was really frightened. What they tried so hard to kill was a chick who learned to fly? The chick is an absolute rookie, has no experience, but this rookie Zhang Xiaoqiang has also paid a huge loss. The injured team members are more than 20. What if they meet an old bird? Overthrown?

Reminds me of last night's feeling of oppression, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart sinks in. He doesn't know when those two mature Big Birds will appear, what attitude it will be to treat the motorcade after they appear, thinking of the shadow of last night's circle at high altitude, which is definitely one of the two Big Birds.

Zhang Xiaoqiang now has two options. One is to turn around and return to the base. It is not so easy to find the base hundreds of kilometres away. The other is to continue to move forward and find the stocks and weapons of the missile base. If the Big Birds do not show up, shoot them whenever they do.

After a little hesitation, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to move on. There were many variables for the future. Relying on the old weapon of the base, he was not sure he was facing the future crisis. It was possible to get some active equipment now, even in the seventies and eighties, it was better than the weapon now to be scrapped. In fact, he didn't know his choice was right, but reality forced him to choose.

When the convoy that sent the wounded back to the base was far away, Zhang Xiaoqiang took the rest of the team to the unknown road behind the village. Once on the road, he entered a canyon. There were still traces of steel brazing on the cliffs on both sides. Some dangerous places were obviously explosives blown up, and many mossy gravel remained on the side of the road, except that the green moss, which was originally green oil, was now yellow.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, sitting in a Hummer car, sighed at the line of day on his head, watching carefully for the movement on the side of the road. The convoy drove about 10 kilometers. He saw a roadside checkpoint, a wooden cylindrical barrier between red and white blocked the road from dying. There was a small bungalow with red bricks and blue tiles next to the barrier. In front of the door of the bungalow, two dark corpses were wandering.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was relieved to see the corpse for the first time. The corpse was not captured here, proving that the front-line day on his head blocked the sky's sight, at least not to worry about the Big Bird rushing down from the front-line day to attack the convoy.

Several members of the team with the knife shield got out of the car and killed two zombies before entering the bungalow. The front foot went in and the back foot came out. The bungalow had nothing but a writing desk, two wooden chairs and a telephone.

Straight roadblocks soared high and dozens of vehicles wanted to enter the canyon in an orderly fashion from beneath the roadblocks. When the last big truck with a quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun sprayed black smoke and disappeared at the end of the intersection, the small checkpoint returned to its former silence, in addition to the dead body that fell on the floor at the door.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, sitting in a Hummer car, always felt wrong. Something seemed to have been forgotten by himself. Zhang Xiaoqiang ordered the convoy to stop after the convoy continued to drive for five kilometers.

This is a soil slope that is naturally formed under the cliff, it is full of shrubs, and may not have been affected by the outside climate under the canyon. The plants here are still lush. People look at the soil slope in front of them a little strange, and it seems to them that nothing is unusual, unlike the soil slope they used to pass on.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the earthen slope and opened a plant. A bowl-sized hole appeared in front of everyone's eyes. There was nothing unusual about this hole. It was like a slightly larger rabbit hole. Zhang Xiaoqiang lay his ear down in the hole and listened carefully. He listened for about a minute. He opened a plant next to him and the same hole was exposed.

One rabbit hole can also be said to be normal, but the two rabbit holes are a little unusual. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked up the dirt slope towards the road, a little bit large, and pulled the plant backwards, so the third fourth hole was found.

Together, all the holes can seal the whole road if they constitute a fire point. Even a rat can't escape. Now even an idiot knows this is a dark fort. Zhang Xiaoqiang checked around the dark fort and reached a low place across the road. This place is quite hidden, and you don't have to find it at all.

A thick metal plate was pulled apart and the front of the metal plate was no different from the rest of the ground, adhering to the same soil, the same weeds, and the same crushed stones. After the metal plate was opened, a strong corpse odor burst into the surface, and there was a chill in the corpse odor.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the Desert Eagle and pulled out the flashlight and was about to go down. One big hand grabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang's arm and looked back at him, but he was a third son.

”Brother Cockroach, leave that to me..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang smoked a cigarette on the road and waited for the next three sons to come back. The third son had been inside for 10 minutes with 10 people with a pistol, a flashlight and a shield. Apart from hearing a few faint shots of pistol, there was no other movement. The waiting mood was often anxious. Especially today, two strange birds who didn't know the details were still hanging over their heads. If anything happened to the third son, Zhang Xiaoqiang would never accept it.

Just as he wanted to go down and take a look, a team member drilled out at the entrance, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly walked over, not asking, but saw the team member pick up a thing from below.

Sanko accompanied Zhang Xiaoqiang and looked at the guns lined up on the ground, 27 Type 95 rifles, one Type 88 sniper rifle, some bullet half-filled magazines with other soldier equipment, most notably two big guys, two heavy machine guns, these two heavy machine guns Zhang Xiaoqiang has not seen, of course not seen on TV.

The two heavy machine-gun bodies are all Umong's black paint, no reflection at all, the machine gun looks very modern, streamlined, mounted on the same black painted tripod, the black stock is made of hollow engineering plastic, greatly saving the weight of the gun body, compared to the heavy machine-gun in Zhang Xiao Qiang's hand it is too light.

The heavy machine gun mounted on the triangle bracket itself carried a two-legged stand. Zhang Xiaoqiang took the gun body off the tripod and held it in his hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised to find that a guy this big was about the same size as Wang Le's single-barrel large-calibre short gun for himself. It felt like it was only a little over sixteen kilos, which means it was about the same as a light machine gun.

Opening the bracket with his own, Zhang Xiaoqiang was speechless. The gun was loaded with a tripod, which was a heavy machine gun. Opening the stand was a light machine gun. He looked at Sanzi and asked: “What's going on down there? ”

“It's not a big problem, only more than 20 corpses can be solved in three or two strokes. I estimate the strength of just one platoon below. The guns have never fired, and there are no shells on the ground. That is, there are not a lot of bullets. The average rifle is about one and a half magazines, and the heavy machine guns together have 5,000 rounds. Besides, I find that the bullets of heavy machine guns are not what we use. ”

Hearing Sanzo say this, Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the ammunition box mounted on the stand and pulled out a chain with 200 rounds of ammunition. The ammunition on it was also 7.62 mm ammunition, but it was shorter than the heavy machine gun he had used.

Zhang Xiaoqiang put the bullet chain back in the magazine box and said: “There are a lot of bullets, right in front, waiting for us to pick them up. ”