Apocalypse Cockroach

It is no longer easy to tear apart the claws of the steel plate and meet the elastic tire, the roaring D3 arms suddenly force, the thick neck with the head back desperately leaning, the tire is stretched and narrowed, but it just keeps opening.

D3 carried the tire on its head, ignoring Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Qiao by his side, he sat on the ground pulling the tire so hard, which is comparable to the pet cats and dogs wrapped in plastic bags with the skinned little boys on their heads.

Opportunity is rare, Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands gripping the rat king blade simultaneously to cut off D3's arm, “squeak... click... click...” The rat king blade is cut from the cut, then cut by the cutting saw, to see that the squamous armor on D3's arm is sawn in half, the D3 still seems unresponsive, and Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to truly saw its arm off obviously still a lot of time, if D3 honestly lies there waiting for him to saw slowly, is that possible?

The unprecedented rat king blade could not see the first time, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurried the convoy, retrieved the rat king blade, ran to the wreckage of a car, and removed the fuel tank that could hold 30 litres of gasoline.

Nearly a dozen liters of gasoline fell from D3's head, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the empty fuel tank in his hand, turned around and ran to Yang Qiaoyun, and pulled some dizziness and ran to the upper official Qiaoyun.

When they crossed the obstacle, Zhang Xiaogang rushed to Guan Qiaoyun shouting two words: “Shoot”.

D3, dozens of meters away, was covered in thick black smoke, and the thickest part of black smoke was the tire on its head, burning on its head with thick black smoke, and D3 was running around like a headless fly with a long flame.

Perhaps because of its physical characteristics, its body, which had not burned even a little before after the gasoline burned out, did not cause much damage to it except for a layer of black scorched material, but the smaller the tyres burning on its head.

The real damage to D3 is not really a burning flame, it is not afraid of flames per se, but the scorching smell of the tire burning makes it a big sin.

The most sensitive thing about zombies is their ears and sense of smell, which is more sensitive than their ears, and the black smoke that burns on their heads pours straight into their big mouths and nostrils, which drives the D3-type zombie completely insane.

“Brush...” D3 pulls the burning, brittle, soft tire off its head, and the pulled tire continues to burn on its hand, still some burning liquid rubber on its head is still attached to the burning, which is almost bearable compared to just now.

Unbound D3 is very angry, unusually angry, leaning against the thick leather coat on it, it has never suffered a loss, but today it has suffered a lot, the parts on its body are continuously removed, even its final smell is near the edge of destruction, how does this make it not crazy?

The D3 in front has begun to look for the little bug that hurts it. Zhang Xiaoqiang is silent. Today, he counts as the alpha treasure, using all sorts of means, 37 cannons, four assemblies, 40 fires, the rat blade, Yankel, by the end of the day, the gasoline is ineffective. Where does the D3 still jump? That activity even exceeds the initial fire line raid.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned silently to the convoy behind him. Almost all the members of the convoy, except the one who operated the heavy weapon, went under the car and looked this way. Two hundred and three hundred meters behind them, the tide of the body had filled all the empty space, desperate, truly to despair.

Sitting here waiting to be killed is not Zhang Xiaoqiang's style, standing here waiting to be eaten by a zombie, not to mention his considerations, he picked up 40 fires without rockets from the ground, pulled up Yang Qiaoyun like a convoy ran over, Shangguan Qiaoyun held a single barrel gun behind him.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the front, no one spoke, no one cheered, likewise, no crying because of despair, they just looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang silently, waiting for his command, the steel gun in their hands had pulled the bolt, and the magazine pack on their body had been filled with magazines.

Xu Mengzhu held the cold seedlings tightly. He didn't care about anything around him. The cold seedlings obviously didn't understand the situation. He just looked with interest at the D3, which was darker than coke in the distance, and turned around to look for something.

Yellow bean-sized sweat beads constantly seeped out of his forehead and rolled down the sides of his nostrils into his mouth. Yellow Springs swallowed a hard sip · Spill containing sweat beads, hands shaking with Type 95 rifles, his body trembling constantly, the kettle between his waist hit the metal buckle on his belt constantly making a metal clash sound.

He was scared, really scared. Although he had experience with Zhang Xiaoqiang and the big bird's claws, that time was a difference from the clouds, and the huge bird compared to the infinite tide of corpses behind him was as ridiculous as a newly shelled chick.

Previously, while rescuing the reconnaissance team, he just looked far away, he almost gave himself a boom, now the tide is less than 200 meters behind him, which makes the bones afraid of the dead Yellow Springs how not to be afraid.

A small, tender, white hand gently reached in from the elbow of Yellow Springs, then a warm and warm arm surrounded his arm, a tender body with a warm fragrance slowly leaned against him, the owner of Yellow Springs did not have to turn his head to know that he had been cold and ice, to see him once beaten by his future wife, Chen Ye.

In the room, which was faster than blinking, Huang Quan's waist didn't hurt, his legs didn't cramp, he straightened his body like a real soldier, his hands held the rifle tightly in front of him, his face flashed now the soldier's unique fortitude.

Chen Ye's initiative made him shout in his heart: “Motherfucker, the iron tree has finally flowered, it's too fucking hard. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and did not speak. He pointed his finger at the obstacle of the abandoned car pile over there and drank it at the four-wheeled machine gun crew: “Blast me with that pile...”

The steel pile of defenses became flame defenses, and the sound of the tank explosion fluctuated, and D3 was drawn to the flames, looking for those damn bugs in the flames.

“Everybody, everybody, bring food and water, emergency supplies and ammunition, follow me, follow me...”

With Zhang Xiaoqiang's orders, the team rushed to the side of the car to carry their backpacks. Zhang Xiaoqiang similarly put his own backpacks on his back. As he turned his head, he saw Xu Mengzhu standing there with his head buried in the mess and meow, ignoring everything around him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's anger, it's not even the last step. Is she just waiting to die? It was a mistake to take her out of the house. Without saying anything, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed to her mother and son. She grabbed Meow in her arms and held her with one hand. She turned her head on her shoulder and ran to the mountain.

Zhang Xiaoqiang carried one in the front, Yang Keru Yuan yi they followed behind. Many of the dream bamboo on his shoulder did not struggle. Like a piece of wood, Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged him in the chest. Meow was very dissatisfied with himself being run by him. His body was constantly twisting. Zhang Xiaoqiang was annoyed. The hand holding his butt squeezed his butt and twisted it vigorously. Meow was honest, except for the tears in his two large eyes.