Apocalypse Cockroach

“Touch...” The Colonel's right hand was punched and then two people clamped the Colonel's arms from behind. As his arms were lifted backwards, his upper body sank and his cap slipped from the Colonel's lower head to the ground, and the two supporters beside him were also controlled.

He raised his head painstakingly and looked around at the other soldiers who controlled him, shrugging, "Why...? ”

“I'm sorry, chief, the country is gone, the army is gone, we are no longer soldiers, and now we are survivors. ”

Behind him, an indifferent voice entered his ear. He recognized the owner of the voice, a young lieutenant, who had been divided from the military academy to the base for just over two years. He also had the flourish of some urban teenagers.

The colonel and his two supporters were tied up in a grocery room on one side, and the young lieutenant walked up to the lieutenant colonel, sitting on the ground with a blind face, to salute him: “From now on, chief, we will obey your instructions and hope that you will lead us to life. ”

The eyes of the lieutenant colonel concentrated with a slight glimpse. He looked up at the young lieutenant and the other soldiers standing next to him. These soldiers lost their grief at the time of the earlier death, more of a kind of relaxation, with a deep fatigue and a little guilt in their relaxation.

The Colonel climbed up from the ground, tidied his uniform a little bit, and looked at the Ensign as a gift: "I will do my best to keep you alive, even if I really want to die, I will die before you..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know that he was born on the edge of death and walked back and forth. He looked at a warehouse missile warhead with a depressing look. His heart was bitter. These high-end things looked beautiful, but he had neither satellites nor operators. Even as a explosive bag, he could not drag them.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was very eye-catching with a missile head loaded in a large circular pass, but after the sight, he could not help but abandon it, because he did not know whether the missiles were for flying machines or tanks. In addition to the missiles, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw many hidden missile launchers. As for the legendary missile launcher, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not see them.

Staring at the missile launcher between the yellow and green, Zhang Xiaoqiang was wondering whether to get it back. Zhang Xiaoqiang's reason for looking at it was ridiculous, because the other launcher was a large cylinder, and this was the only four square barrels in two rows, and it had the smallest head, which looked very nice to remove.

Just as Zhang Xiaoqiang stood at the side of the car, Sanzi had driven other missile vehicles parked on the side, and half a day later Sanzi drilled out and shouted: “Unlike the car I had stolen before, I couldn't find a lighting line. If I wanted to get it back, I had to drag it back by the chain. ”

The next time Xiaoqiang is completely dead, he has despaired of these missiles. He looks at his teammates while standing, Zhang Xiaoqiang disc counts the harvest today, one big bird that can eat meat, more than 20 Type 95 rifles, one Type 88 sniper step, two Type 89 7.62mm general heavy machine guns, two 20mm to 30mm machine guns, four hundred shells, then hundreds of Large 4 or 5 small missiles.

Standing next to the missile warehouse, Zhang Xiaoqiang has basically sent people to the building on the ground. There will be no harvest except for the removal of dozens of corpses. The base's armoury has not been found, the base's power control room has not been found, and even the base's monitoring room has not been found.

Just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was depressed, the compression of the mind suddenly appeared.

“All men, all men, prepare... prepare... machine guns..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and wanted to run over to his Hummer car and issued orders in one language round. Then he climbed into the nest of machine guns. Teammates on the ground were still in a mess and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang reissuing orders here.

“Attention, everyone. Everybody hide in the warehouse except the machine gun crew..."

Teammates don't know where to stand guard, but they still know how to hide, not to mention the battle logistics teams that used to hide. Everyone just hid in a solid missile warehouse. A black dot appeared in the sky, the black dot was very fast, and before blinking, they reached Zhang Xiaoqiang's head and circled.

Zhang Xiaoqiang recognized its identity at a glance, which was the shadow that appeared last night. He could look at it especially carefully during the day. It circled at a height of 3,000 to 4,000 meters from the ground. After opening both wings, it was not much bigger than a normal eagle. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that it was far away. If the eagle was at a distance now, it would be a black sesame spot.

The effective backlash height of all the anti-aircraft guns was only 1,500 meters, and now everyone could only look at the variable blackbirds circling in the sky. The big blackbirds did not circle for long, and the wings fell like a fired crossbow arrow into a small anti-aircraft position.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know how many meters per second the aerial bomb fell from his head, but he knew that this big bird was definitely going to fall much faster than a lead ball. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the nest of a machine gun with two dead feet on the edge of the nest of a machine gun, and the hollow cross on two circular sights, the size of the anti-aircraft machine gun in his hand, centered to death to cover the shadow of the sky gradually becoming larger.

After the 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand sounded, four 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns also erupted into the fire tongue, countless flashing fluorescent bullets scattered in the air like a fishing net to the black shadow in the air, the light of the bullet left a residual image in the human eye to cover the black shadow, how to know that the black shadow was disguised, and the body diagonally wore out of the light spot undamaged.

The anti-aircraft machine gun in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand had chased behind it with a bright spot of light and chased it behind him. The big black bird, huge in size, seemed to have a dangerous instinct. He swayed slightly and avoided several 12.7 mm caliber bullets. Then he fanned his wings, and the streamlined body flew as far away as a floating shadow, turning behind a cliff.

Several machine-gun teams were not able to turn the muzzle just now and watched the big bird fly away, now all the muzzles are pointing over the cliff waiting for the big bird to reappear.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also pointed at that side. He was impressed by the glance of the big bird just now. The big bird was too flexible and too airtight. At least Zhang Xiaoqiang fired nearly 100 bullets without even shooting down a hair of the big bird.

Just as Zhang Xiaoqiang aimed at the cliff, the sense of oppression in his heart became a strong sense of crisis. It seemed that there was no machine gun. Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded and turned the gun to find the damn machine gun.

When the machine gun was not found, he saw the flying remnants rushing this way from the sky behind him. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even have time to aim, and the anti-aircraft machine gun in his hand fired again. As his body continued to tremble, a fluorescent flash of bullet sprayed past the big blackbird. This time, the big blackbird did not escape phase, but rushed straight at him.

The bullet continued to whistle around him through the past, but he seemed to recognize Zhang Xiaoqiang. The slight conversion made way for Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was firing at him, to rush straight towards the position of the 14.5 anti-aircraft machine gun, which was turning the muzzle.