Apocalypse Cockroach

The convoy slowly stopped at the highway entrance, and the scene of the constant car crash reappeared in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. At the end of their lives, all of them would approach the big city, and it seemed that only in the big city would they be safe, so that they would be among the fastest to die.

Think of it as one thing, do it again, here is close to WH, and there are more vehicles going to WH in the surrounding area. The dense and numb vehicles lay in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's scalp, if they really pull shoulders, they have to do it until next month.

The entrance is no different from the last time Zhang Xiaoqiang saw it. Apart from more vehicles, more zombies, the old way, Zhang Xiaoqiang made noise with the treble loudspeaker of a large truck. Those scattered wandering zombies heard the whistle of a large truck, leaning this way, and the zombies leaning over fell in the short dot of a Type 95 rifle.

Until the zombies who can come by themselves are shot and killed, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally confirmed that there are no type 2 zombies here, in fact, it is not surprising. Although there are many vehicles here, a large part of them are actually burned. When the vehicles burn, some zombies are also burned. The density of zombies is smaller, and the chances of advanced zombies appearing are smaller. There are no living people here to replenish them. Dozens of evolutionary zombies can be counted as good.

Movable zombies were shot, some were trapped in the dead end and couldn't get out. Guo Fei, who could not hold his long knife, rushed up. Only killing could release the madness he had pressed on the bottom of his heart. After Guo Fei was Ding Luo, Ding Luo never intentionally showed himself. Whenever he could use him, he always showed up. He was an old yellow cow in the motorcade.

Before Guo Fei and Ding Luo surfaced behind the logistics group, Zhang Xiaoqiang left the base without a source of troops. These village names that had previously grabbed food in the mouth of the corpse became his reserve source. Zhang Xiaoqiang sent these people up with cold weapons to fight and kill the corpses also had the idea of practicing soldiers.

There are not many zombies left. Three or two times, those zombies died in the corner of their existence. Teammates dragged the zombies to the distance to pour gasoline, and the zombies made new changes. As long as the rate of decay after death was fast, it was like the stench of substance that caused Zhang Xiaoqiang a great deal of trouble for them, and disposing of the bodies became an essential task.

Since joining the convoy, the doctor who had never been seen again appeared, and he walked up to the pile of corpses, waving his thick-soled round frame glasses and carefully measuring those zombie corpses.

Enough is enough, he flipped it in the zombie pile with his hands in rubber gloves, and his mouth was still nagging: “Not strong enough, not fat enough, too small, smashed..."

The doctors were scared enough by the posture of checking cabbage in the morgue. They wondered whether the doctor was a researcher in a psychiatric hospital or if he had killed them later, and they didn't dare to go to the new doctor.

Unlike the team members, the members of the logistics team have long been familiar with seeing doctors for check-ups, and there are people who ask carefully if they want to help.

The doctor got what he wanted, and the rest of the torch was paid, and in the flames of the bear field, the zombie smoke at the highway junction dissipated.

Now that the decision had been made, it had to be done, the temporary camp had been built, a wrecked bus that had been towed had been used as a fence, a tent had been erected in the middle of the camp, women had been formed into a team to collect firewood from the hills not far away and three reconnaissance vehicles had been released for reconnaissance in the vicinity.

The people below were busy, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the roof of a truck and looked at the distance. “The leader needs to look like a leader," he thought so. With the excuse to be lazy, his eyes began to sweep. He immediately swept over a large truck on the side of the road. The big truck printed a well-known brand logo and saw the intact compartment, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart moved.

The compartment was cut apart by Zhang Xiaoqiang with a mouse blade. One piece was exposed by a large carton sealed with tight sealing glue. He rolled one out and fell to the ground randomly. He kicked it. It still felt like it had some weight. He opened the carton, pulled up the opening and tore it off vigorously, and countless metal cans rolled out.

Looking at the metal jar at his feet, Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled proudly. Those are all eight treasure porridge jars. You can be sure that there is a container of eight treasure porridge here. The nutrition of eight treasure porridge is much higher than that of white rice. These eight treasure porridge is enough for more than a hundred people to eat for a long time.

The team members were happily carrying eight treasure porridge. Some of the desperate people had opened their mouths and poured it directly into their mouths. Zhang Xiaoqiang was not angry. They all picked it up. As long as they did not waste it, they opened their mouths to eat.

It is best not to have money, Zhang Xiaoqiang happily watched an eight treasure porridge move to the camp, Yang Kel and Meow each held a can and slowly drank it, the two puppies kept sprinkling delicacies at their feet, but their eyes waited for the two mouths, and Yuan Yi had already planned to use eight treasure porridge as the staple food for dinner.

Everyone was happy to harvest delicious food. Zhang Xiaoqiang was thinking about the path. It seemed like it was just a regular truck. Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered his harvest in the cave and the preparatory office. Near the end of the year, the virus broke out. At that time, the supermarket was busy shopping, and the people had begun to prepare the yearly goods, so that the manufacturer could ship several times more than usual.

The inland goods are transported by trucks, and in order to catch up, they usually take the highway, which means that a large number of yearly goods are thrown on the highway, in other words, the highway itself becomes a huge warehouse, with all kinds of materials on it, as long as the trucks are found.

Thinking about this, Zhang Xiaoqiang's head is hot. As long as he has enough supplies in his hand, he doesn't have to look at other people's faces to eat anywhere, even if he can't use them. When he takes the people from the base to open the entire highway, the base's reserves may multiply a few times, and the more prepared he will be to go out.

The more he thought smoothly, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned to go to the camp. These things need to be planned carefully, as if he had seen himself flying sails at sea in the future to find an extraterrestrial source.

Fate is uncertain, Zhang Xiaoqiang will never guess what kind of encounters and difficulties he will face in the future. These things are temporarily air pavilions. If you really get to the sea, all kinds of mutant beasts in the sea don't mind sending food to the door.

Just as Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to enter the camp, an engine blast from a large horsepower car came from afar. All the buses in the convoy were in the camp. The buses were clearly not the buses in the camp.

“Stand guard..." As Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted, the team threw eight treasure porridge on the floor, removing the shoulder rifle and alerting in the direction of the sound.