Apocalypse Cockroach

The convoy stopped at the side of the road, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the roof of a large truck with a telescope and looked at the base gate two kilometers away. The entrance to the base was sealed by a wall nearly eight meters high. In the middle of the thick concrete walls on both sides, there was a big black iron door. The big iron door looked a little old. On both sides of the door were two posts with many high exits. Zhang Xiaoqiang of the post halted the progress.

There was no one on the post, there were no zombies, but two automatic machine guns were mounted on them, and a camera camera that looked disdainful next to the machine guns kept spinning.

“There are people, there are living people.” Zhang Xiaoqiang got this information and remembered the previous forgotten things. There was also such a probe at the checkpoint in a blind corner. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look at it at the time, but left an impression in his heart. But now that the probe can move, it proves that there are people alive in the base, and they can still maintain the power supply.

Zhang Xiaoqiang here began to hesitate again. He did not want to have too much contact with the army, even if it was a survivor of the army. For a small figure like him, the army is trouble, but now he has arrived at the door of the base, how can he get weapons and ammunition if he does not go in?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind was a little irritated. He looked at the camera upstairs and his mind was also confused. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered one thing. There were living people in the base, but they gave up the dark fort. Likewise, no one had ever left the base. Otherwise, the two corpses at the checkpoint would not live to this day.

That means that the survivors in there are also trapped, most likely in the surveillance room, and they can't do anything but manipulate the machine guns and cameras at the gate, knowing that a virus outbreak will turn 90 percent of the people into zombies.

Thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to go up and make contact. If they didn't agree to turn around and go, getting two heavy machine guns wouldn't be a loss anyway.

Lifting the white flag, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly approached the door. There were still some tears in his heart. The saviors still had to hit the white flag. This is also a thousand Guqi talk. Just now, when Zhang Xiaoqiang approached the position of 200 meters, the machine guns on both sides pointed at Zhang Xiaoqiang at the same time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the white flag, took out a large white cloth, it said two black words, “save people". He saw nothing moving over there, thought he couldn't see clearly, so he continued to walk forward, walking. Zhang Xiaoqiang always felt something wrong, his mind was a little upset, but he didn't know what the problem was.

Just as Zhang Xiaoqiang approached a hundred meters, he looked sharply at the gun pipe of the machine captain and fine-tuned it towards him. The gun pipe of the black hole pointed directly at him.

“Ma... 's” Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded the girl and ran to the gate. While the cannon was fine-tuned, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart burst into a strong crisis. This crisis was stronger than ever. He didn't even dare to turn around and run back. God knows if the shells of machine guns would blow him up behind him.

With a blast, it was like the continuous sound of a train driving on a railroad track, and countless shells burst behind Zhang Xiaoqiang with a strong rhythm of shooting.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was running at high speed, felt countless pieces of rock and shrapnel hit his little body, and he dared not pause for a moment, running around the curve quickly towards the large iron gate dozens of meters away.

“Drinking, screaming, screaming..." Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned against the big iron door and gasped coarsely. His uniform had turned into a broken sack. There was a place on the back of his chest that didn't hurt. He took off the M1 helmet on his head, but he saw that it was full of dense and numb scratches. Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind snorted Xiaoqiao. When he went out, he equipped several of his women with leather armor and didn't fall down himself, or he would have died eight times already.

Just tearing off the sack on his body, he looked up and saw that the Hummer car had started this way. Zhang Xiaoqiang was scared to death again. He found the walkie-talkie from a satchel full of holes. Fortunately, the walkie-talkie had nothing wrong with it.

“Captain... the car's back. I'm fine. I'm not hurt..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted at the walkie-talkie, the Hummer stopped, hesitated to reverse the car back to the convoy for half a day, saw here Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little relieved, but now he has been trapped under the wall, if he is allowed to rush over the empty space of kilometers to the side of the convoy, he will not do it, the battle suit on his body can not be bulletproof.

Two machine guns had to be destroyed, Zhang Xiaoqiang pressed the decision, turned around and looked at the big iron door, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the mouse blade, digging up on the concrete wall behind him, as the cement debris clamped with crushed steel bars and pebbles fell, a large pit appeared on the wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's head is sweaty excavation, the mouse blade in his hand is not appropriate, but the excavation of the wall is also vigorous, especially the wall built by the military industry, he doesn't even dare to dig through the wall too hard, the probe on the other side must constantly scan the wall head on Xiaoqiang's head for a moment, if the probe finds a change in the wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang waits to starve to death under the wall.

With residues of all shapes and sizes falling, Zhang Xiaoqiang dug out a pit on the wall with irregular edges. This pit also took Zhang Xiaoqiang a lot of strength. Have you heard of the outer wall more than a meter thick? Right behind Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Digging the tip of the mouse king's blade in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, a small hole the size of a melon shell appeared on the wall, then Zhang Xiaoqiang became more careful, slowly pulsating the pit.

Wiped the sweat on his face, took a deep breath, Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted his foot onto the thin wall, “touching” the cement slag splashed outward, Zhang Xiaoqiang bowed his head through the smoke of wall ash composition.

After passing through the smoke, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even have time to look at the machine gun opposite him. He rushed to the dead end of the back of the post. Three seconds later, the continuous shooting of the machine gun rang again, and the shells exploded at the gap of the outer wall. However, this had nothing to do with Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the iron door of the post next to him when the angle of view on the other post had attracted the hole on the wall.

It was dark in the post building. Zhang Xiaoqiang's lighter continued to burn out. He slowly stroked over it. Just up to the corner of the second floor, a fluttering footstep quickly pounced towards Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't ignite either. Lifting his leg was just one foot. His foot sank. He kicked it onto something and threw it upside down.

A dry zombie lay on the stairs, his neck in a strange posture unnaturally twisted, apparently Zhang Xiaoqiang's foot received unexpected results, Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the zombie, continued to feel like the top, waiting to the top floor, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not rush underneath the machine gun to confront the machine gun.