Apocalypse Cockroach

“I give each of you a knife, you chop off one of your own hands, you give it a taste of what it's like to have real bone separation, and as long as you do that, you can follow me back to the base, and if you can't, you can choose exile, which means where you're going back and forth, how about that? ”

Two army knives fell next to another man and woman. The woman looked at the military knife in front of her and had to shrink her body tighter, while the man bit his teeth and held the general knife, holding the general knife high and closing her eyes and swinging her arms...

The man with his arms tied to his knees cried loudly on the ground, beside him were more than a dozen individuals who were also tied together, either crying out loud for forgiveness or crying out for injustice, and others crying like the man who had been tied up.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched these people play a farce before they died and stood behind him with those two women.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not discriminate on the basis of sex. Zhang Xiaoqiang said that he gave them two choices. In fact, there was only one real choice. That seemingly exiled choice was just a trap. One could help Zhang Xiaoqiang decide their fate. Zhang Xiaoqiang was also hesitant to kill them or not, and then he used his own methods to help him make a decision.

A man is the first to take a knife, but can wait for the knife to fall in half. He chooses to give up. Not everyone has the courage to chop one of their own. Two women swing the knife on their wrists. Bones are not so easy to chop. Even pig meat sellers have machetes specializing in chopping bones. Two small military knives naturally chop the hands of two women continuously. Although their hands were severely chopped, they left their lives behind.

The men who dared not cut themselves were shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang, accompanied by those who supported the eating of human flesh, not all of them had the courage to eat people, there were those who favoured nature and those who opposed it, but those who favoured it were the strongest among them, those who opposed nature being beaten to the mouth, and now these strongest men among their companions finally waited for their retribution.

The fire of cooking porridge turned into a small fire. The porridge had already been cooked. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not order the distribution to the survivors. He wanted to give some appetizers to these survivors.

Hundreds of skinny survivors stood in a 20-metre open space, looking at these wretched bastards waiting to be shot, even though they were hungry to cry, but that did not affect their appreciation of killing, as they did over a hundred years ago in the market, and today, more than a hundred years later, these people also love to watch the liveliness of killing.

Guys waiting to be shot or on their knees or on the ground, behind them are rifles coming to the team, with Lu Xiaobu's orders, a black hole is pointed at the back of these people's brains...

After a burst of gunfire, the crowd dispersed and slowly surrounded by people walking from the courtyard on the edge of the large iron pot, they held their toes and stretched their necks to look at the milky white rice porridge in the large pot, smelling the smell of rice porridge and swallowing saliva.

Survivors of these skinny yellow-faced shirts gathered sporadically from ten miles and eight townships, they didn't know what discipline was or how to keep it going, and now they're surrounded by a big pot, silent at the same time, no one turns their ears, no one looks to their right, they're waiting, waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to give the order to eat.

A wolf-like team member smashed the gathered crowd apart with a gun butt. Whether men or women were being ordered to stand in a team, they saw these fierce team members around them, and the civilians who stood in the team during militia training for the rest of their lives magically stood in a line, and the width of the front and rear was exactly the same.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang here is somewhat speechless, the Chinese people...

The teammates in the pot spoon were like a judge with the power to live and kill, and they drank loudly, putting the yards next to each other in the basket and holding one in their hand, and the iron spoon in their right hand picked up a spoon randomly in the pot and dumped it in the bowl in their left hand, and handed it to the survivors who stood in front of the pot and stared at the rest of the porridge in the spoon.

Survivor hurriedly took the bowl with his hands and walked along the large bowl of grass and ash, standing behind him in fear of being put in line, the moment he turned around to cross into his original standing position, no matter how burning the flame under the pot was, two cloudy eyes staring dead at the big iron spoon stirring in the pot.

The man with the porridge bowl looked carefully at the pavement underneath his feet, holding the sides of both bowls tightly in his hands, and from time to time sweeping his side with vigilant eyes to see if anyone would hit him, even if there was only half a bowl of porridge in the bowl, he was afraid to throw a drop, as he buried his head forward, a heavy voice cried at him.

He frightened a spirit and almost didn't hold the big bowl in his hand. After he was in a hurry, he hugged the big bowl in his hand in front of his chest and looked at the person who was yelling at him over there. A young team member with a rifle was smiling at him with no heart. He took a black sauce radish out of the bamboo basket next to him and threw it at him.

The dark sauced radish rolled over in the air and fell towards him, he had the heart to pick it up, but he could hold the big bowl in his hand, “Po...” The radish rolled on the dusty floor, he walked forward, bent down and picked up the black to gray radish from the floor, then he bowed to the team throwing the radish, wiped the radish slightly on his clothes and placed it in a bowl of white porridge like snow.

He didn't complain a bit about the team member, saw the one in the bowl that was still sticking to the sauce radish, he was even a little excited, people who hadn't been hungry didn't know, that feeling wasn't human, really tasted that desperate hunger, those whose stomachs were burning like fire had no dignity, there was only one word in their hearts with their brain, ‘food’ whether it was dry or not, whether it was eating or not hygienic, just a little bit, it was food, it was a living baby.

Carrot players seem to enjoy this kind of fun. Survivors with porridge carry half a bowl of porridge like bombs. When they see their caution, the players want to make fun of them. He was rescued from the warehouse, never hungry. Naturally, they don't know what it's like to dig grass roots in the wilderness and pick bark for food. Seeing these people treat food with more respect than they treat their ancestral positions, he finds it fun.