Apocalypse Cockroach

“Brother Cockroach... what is the situation? ”

Lu Xiaobu raised Zhang Xiaoqiang, who struggled in the water accumulation of the large pit, and asked about the specific situation on the front of the obstruction.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not immediately reply, he looked at the other team members and shouted: “Plug those threaded steels into the trap, you have 10 minutes..."

In the team busy, Zhang Xiaoqiang spoke a little about his achievements. When he heard that Zhang Xiaoqiang had solved more than five big black fish, there was a surprise in the minds of others. You know, that thing was not easy to kill. Although they already faced desperation, Zhang Xiaoqiang's achievements gave most people a big boost.

“Brother cockroach, I have informed you that way, but Miss Yang Kel is dying to come over. Zhang Huai 'an in the camp doesn't know what to do? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang heard Huang Quan's report, his head began to ache...

“There's movement... they're here, ready..." A teammate listening in the hole shouted and sounded an alarm, and quickly followed the rocky wall of the hole down a foot-width trail back among his teammates.

Nobody panicked about the alarm. Didn't they wait a long time for this moment?

“Seeing, firing..." Dozens of flashlights hovering around the cave, a squad leader first spotted a big fish with half his head spying on the edge of the cave, and by a single order, a fierce gunshot sounded in the cave.

Countless bullets collided and chiseled on the stone walls of the cave, and a burst of rock ash clamped in the crushed rock temporarily covered the cave, a rough, long shadow, rushed out of the gray fog of the limestone.

The big fish, which lasted more than six meters, fell into the big hole at the second it rushed out of the hole. A threaded steel spear slanted into the big hole followed the gap in the squamous armor of the big fish. After a scream, the big fish was hung on the countless spears below. The big fish twisted violently on the spears, twitching, and the spears kept going deep inside its body along its twisting force.

“Ceasefire... Ceasefire... heavy machine gun to the head... fire..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang refused to allow the field commander to succeed. He knew that no indiscriminate shooting could cause more damage to the big fish. If so, why not save some bullets?

Three long chains of fire were dug together on the head of the big fish in the roar of a machine gun. Under a high density of fire, the head of the big fish was quickly cut through in the flesh. In just over a dozen seconds, only half of the head of the big fish was still attached to its body, and the other half became debris scattered at the bottom of the pit.

“Three minutes... less than three minutes... it's amazing...” Lu Xiaobu raised his right hand and put his gun against his shoulder, looking down at the immobile big fish talking to himself, when the team really formed the fighting power, killing fish can be as simple as killing a chicken?

“Attention... check the magazine... the next wave of offense is coming..." Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the big fish killed at the bottom of the pit to issue another order, this is the first one killed by the team members, it will never be the last one.

“Here we go again... fire... fell in... mom... cease fire, we're done...”

“Behind... Behind, beat...”

“Number one, I don't think I'm gonna be happy."

In the lobby on the first floor, the gunshots and the crew's howling and all kinds of orders kept ringing, a howling sound reached the women's ears on the second floor, heard the battlefield slaughter, the women didn't feel any hot blood, nothing exciting, they just felt scared.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the first floor, cold, cold, and a thick repression, on the middle of the simple stone table, on an oil lamp filled with dust cocoons, flames the size of yellow beans burn in a fire line immersed in kerosene, and the dim light surrounds it with enough shadows.

In the shadowy light, nearly 100 women sit in front of the oil lamp, women of varying ages, more than a dozen of whom hold their children, no one speaks, in this silent space they await their final destiny.

“Sister... will we die?” One of the youngest girls asked the woman beside her, who looked like a 278-year-old woman, looked ordinary and numb, and where she was different from that little girl was not the age difference between them, but the two dressed differently.

The little girl was wearing a full set of long johns, and although she was a little uneven in the summer, she was looking more easily than the woman she was questioning. Women were dressed in grass and bare on the skin outside the grass clothes were covered with huge patches of erythematous cocoons. Her wrist, neck, and thighs were all over her, as scary as a snake's scales.

When the woman heard the little girl's question, she turned her head and glanced at her: “Thousands of people riding across the forks, I can't help but chop your face off. * * * If you want to die away, I won't die 10,000 times, you stinking mouth of shit..."

Still the second floor, still the bean-sized flame, the shadow sufficiently flashed the various faces of the surrounding woman, the woman scolded the little girl, only fourteen and five years old, in various vicious and harsh terms, the space on the second floor showed a strange atmosphere, more than a hundred women slowly split into three groups.

A small group of women led by Zhang Xiaoqiang, who were formerly the father and son of Gaode Zhu, all dressed in fabric clothes. There were not many wounded spots on the grass clothes. More than 30 of them were women with various hard-cooked spots, and they accounted for the majority.

The little girl's orbit was filled with tears, tears flashed in the orbit, seemed to drip at the next moment, the little girl did not dare to cry, except for the woman who cursed her, all the women in grass looked at them with a cynical look.

At this moment, women are divided into two opposing classes: the grass and the cloth.

Of the more than a hundred women, the clothing class accounted for less than 10 per cent, and they were in an absolute minority, somewhat panicked by the hostility to those coats, and they wobbled together unconsciously, knowing why, and also as a woman, they clearly understood the emotions and jealousies that the women in the coats had developed at this moment.