Apocalypse Cockroach

On the old highway, Zhang Xiaoqiang silently calculated whether the danger of the future was within his own bearing range or not, and all kinds of vehicles along the way were either flipped or overturned. As long as these vehicles did not completely block the road, the convoy would not ignore them. There were occasional carcasses wandering between the vehicles. The convoy likewise ignored these scattered carcasses.

As long as the zombies are blocked in front of the car, military cars loaded with collision corners will crash them, while zombies on both sides of the road will not have to shoot to kill, China's population density is too large, Zhang Xiaoqiang can not kill them for life.

On the side of the road, you can occasionally see the buildings of independent towers, all with big signs on the doorways for parking and eating. In addition to the name of the restaurant, the signs are more pictures of beautiful women dressed in exposed positions, as long as you know that the restaurants are a real dragon pack.

These old roadside nightclubs were wide open, and all the furniture in the doors fell to the floor to be decorated, and the dust on the side of the road had lost its original colour, as if it were rubbish for a long time. In the rubbish, a scattered white bone decorated these roadside nightclubs like ghosts.

Likewise, the convoy did not take a second in these roadside stores. Zhang Xiaoqiang's goal was clear. He just wanted to take the convoy to WH as soon as possible. As long as the convoy material was sufficient, he would not intentionally replenish it. After all, this is not a department store, it is dangerous outside.

Though not to deliberately search for materials, there is one thing Zhang Xiaoqiang will not let go. That is, as long as there is a gas station, Zhang Xiaoqiang will be able to carry various labels of gasoline and diesel fuel. These things are temporarily non-renewable resources, and Zhang Xiaoqiang needs to use them on a large scale, so the more these energy is naturally as good as possible.

In cleaning up the gas station, Zhang Xiaoqiang found traces of survivors passing this road. Some gas stations were obviously empty. The entire gas station, apart from a few white bones that were indistinguishable whether they were human or zombie, as long as everything that could be exploited was swept away. Some gas stations also came with a snack shop. The scene was even worse. A few empty shelves appeared in front of everyone, with the exception of scattered packaging bags on the ground, there was really no bottle cap left.

Although many gas stations have been emptied, some roadside shops have been scratched clean, but there are always gas stations left over. Those buildings are more concentrated and densely populated, and gas stations have become a battlefield.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a fully burned gas station, can recognize the gas station, or can you see it from a blown Chinese petrochemical sign. There is only one color left in that area, black, and there are burnt marks everywhere. Some buildings that lean into the gas station are not only shattered windows, but also the entire body of the building is smoked black.

In that burned fire site, vehicles of this size were burned into empty shells, some windshields were burned in the cockpit, a body was burned into coke, and two arms of the burned coke were glued together into a steering wheel.

In addition to all kinds of empty cars that were burned into empty shells, there were more flame-burning, curled bodies with hundreds of them and hundreds of pieces of coke laying all over the ground, looking like a giant graveyard.

In the wreckage of a bus whose body was torn apart, Zhang Xiaoqiang even saw the wreckage of a D2. D2 tore its body apart and wanted to go inside and grab people. It just went in half its body. The gas station was lit, and the flame burned to the feet of D2. D2 wanted to exit and was stuck on the steel beam of the body of the car.

This is a typical homicide, where human survivors, together with hundreds of dead bodies guarded at the gas station, were burned to ashes, leaving human beings and zombies with only unfurnished mutilations, demonstrating to the latter the brutality of the time.

The convoy slowly passed through the cemetery, and the hearts of all were sinking. Although the dead had passed away, the last trace they left was a demonstration of their rigour to the later, and it was this unyielding rigour and resilience that has allowed the Chinese to reproduce today.

The late death came to destroy more than 90% of the Chinese, but Zhang Xiaoqiang will carry on with sparks, not only them, as long as there are still alive Chinese, they are all sparks, when the sparks shine again on the land of Kyushu, humanity will show its strength again.

The convoy continues to advance, with more and fewer roadside anchored vehicles and fewer zombies, most of them countless white bones on the side of the road, scattered, or dozens, or even dozens, most of them with one or more bullets in the head, except that the broken white bones can clearly be seen to have been eaten by zombies.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood at the edge of the white bones and looked at the gunshot eyes on the skulls. The white bones were concentrated and relatively scattered while falling on the ground, indicating that they had been shot first and then, and that there were no clothes fragments on the sides of the white bones, which proved their identity, the zombies.

A shell casing buried in the dust fell into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, and he kicked out the shell casings that protruded through the dust on the ground with his shoes.

5.8 mm rifle shell casing, Zhang Xiaoqiang recognized it at a glance, the shell casing of the Type 95 rifle, although Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know that the troops were passing by to shoot these zombies, can be sure that they were military personnel, ordinary people did not have a chance to get the Type 95 rifle, after all, Chinese control is too dead, active equipment will never flow out for no reason.

The convoy continues on the road, no matter what the troops are passing by, at least they assure the security ahead, and even if there is a sea of corpses, they will lead them away, and from the remains of the white bones, it is likely that that force has passed a long time, or at least a few months.

The motorcade continued to move forward, and the number of white bones on the side of the road was gradually increasing. The cumbersome white bones formed a parallel line with the road. When he saw the white bones, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think otherwise. The commander of this unit was either mentally retarded or used up ammunition in his hand. The dead bodies on the side of the road could not care less. Even if he got on the road, the car hit the head and flew out, it was definitely not the car.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaoqiang also found that there appeared to be nothing short of ammunition in the convoy. Restaurants and shops along the road were almost empty. Not only were supplies removed, but even some wood furniture was chopped up and taken away, as if the convoy in front had no fuel to cook.