Apocalypse Cockroach

“Brother Cockroach, the ferry has been cleared by us, can we prepare to board? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up at a large flat-bottom boat parked on the edge of the riverside cement slope. The platform of the big boat was large. The pedals on the bow were suspended at height and the hull was wide. On both sides of the boat was a half-person guardrailing, and there were a number of large trucks parked on it...

“Yams... do you mean more fish in the Great Lakes or more fish in the Yangtze River? ”

The air ship slowly left the shore towards the heart of the river. Uncle Yun and the taro lay on the side of the boat watching the waves under the boat. He remembered the delicacies in the Great Lakes. Uncle Yun asked about the taro.

“Bullshit... how big is the lake? How big is this river? Didn't they tell you about the Mile Yangtze River? ”

“Really? You don't mean the Wall, do you? This river is huge. You said 10,000 miles. I don't believe it. 10,000 miles. The water won't come for nothing anyway. ”

Uncle Yun was emotional, some pointing to the river mountain, but he didn't see the fish face around him getting worse and worse.

“Believe it or not... vomit..."

“Ha ha... you son of a bitch seasick? How big is this? seasick... laughing at me, haha..."

Uncle Yun laughed with a big smile. Tao's face was even uglier. He stopped ignoring Uncle Yun and wandered into the cabin to see what other people were driving.

As soon as he entered the cabin, he found something wrong. One foot ran across the staircase on the second floor, stretching out a half-span. Bigfoot was wearing military shoes like his. There was only one person wearing military shoes on the boat, one of his own.

The taro did not panic, he carefully went up the steel welded staircase to the second floor, a man fell to the ground, was the man who entered the convoy with him, his hometown, the man crooked his neck and did not know life or death, the rifle was not on his body.

The enemy obtained the gun but did not frighten the taro, and there were no bullets in the temporary teammate's gun, as well as in his gun.

Fishhead continues to walk to the cockpit, he does not know that he has made a fatal mistake, he should not go alone to check it out and should turn back and let the full team solve it.

He arrived carefully in the cockpit with a rifle without a bullet. He had just stretched his head out for a peek. A big hand suddenly grabbed the rifle in his hand. He grabbed the big hand of the rifle and pulled the rifle to the side. The potato holding the rifle was run out by the force.

The taro was unbalanced by the gun, but the big hand holding the rifle loosened the rifle, the scene of the country twisting its neck flashed in his head, he held his neck up hard, his head as far back as possible, a palm knife severely cut into the helmet of the taro head.

“When...” a shock sounded, the potato head was hit by the force of the knife in front of the black eyes, and the back was also bored, the potato head took the opportunity to step forward and steadily stood, his upper body leaned forward, lunged, held the rifle, bowed and not yet turned,

The wind sounded behind him, a pair of big hands held his left leg root, then lifted hard, the taro was lifted, his body spinning 180 degrees in the middle of the air, hit the floor hard, a groaning voice eyes, a dark shadow flashed through the corner of his eyes, a big heel in broken shoes stamped down his throat.

“Ca..." Bigfoot was chopped on the rifle that crossed the potato's throat, the potato was holding the rifle in both hands and trying to lift it up, hiding in the rifle's foot, but he kept pushing harder, the potato was exhausting all his strength, and the redness of his squeezed face could not put the rifle too high, even a millimeter, on the contrary, the rifle slowly pressed down and caught his throat.

The feeling of suffocation grew heavier and he unconsciously stretched out his tongue, he stopped looking at the big foot on the rifle, he held his neck and looked at a man through his helmet, the man who wanted his life, he knew the man, the man who brought him out of the island.

The man looked at him harshly with blood in his eyes. When he saw the tender face of the potato, the force on the rifle slightly loosened. He had not waited for the potato to breathe. The harshness in his eyes became stronger and the force intensified again.

Oxygen could not enter the lungs, neck nerves were compressed, blood flowed into the brain together, slowly, the tide on the taro face gradually became blue, his consciousness was blurred, his hands supporting the rifle were no longer active force, became subconscious mechanical force, the man in his eyes became tranced, the man's body shaken in his eyes, the flat rate of shaking was slowly diminishing, as long as the shaking stopped, the world no longer had the potato person.

When the man saw the potato head had reached its final point, he hit his heart hard, then pushed his whole body against his right foot, suddenly, the man's heart ached, he lowered his head, saw a snowy army stab coming out of his chest, he wanted to scream, his voice could not dry out his eyes, the bayonet disappeared from his chest, “Touch...” a gun butt hit his back neck, a crack of bone sounded in the quiet cockpit, the man fell out soft and fell to the floor and could not move.

The man crooked his neck on the floor, slightly twitching his body, his eyes staring dead at the potatoes that coughed desperately not far from him, the blood rapidly poured out from under him, the blood poured, a pair of bright new military shoes walked into his eyes, blocking his gaze.

He couldn't move anymore, waiting for the last moment, staring at those shiny military shoes, the scene of the past flashing in his head, a set of images, a shoe box, a suit of military uniforms, the smile of his parents, the big saffron already ready, and the blessings of the townspeople, the shiny military shoes on their feet, the brand new military uniform on their bodies, the bright red saffron hanging on their chests, he stepped on the path out of the village, behind him was the drumming heaven...

“Pfft...” a sputum spit in front of his eyes, his shoes removed, a man in a jungle uniform, still dripping blood on the bayonet on his back, he squatted eagerly to the potato head.

“Yam... are you all right? If it wasn't for me, I'd come with you..."

A man's words were ringing in his ear, his eyes lost sight, his godless eyes staring at Uncle Yun and Yao...

“Got it... how many are dead? ”

“One of the dead, a temporary teammate, was found to have stopped the temporary teammate, he was dead, the console had not yet been completely destroyed and could continue to be used..."

“Error, I thought he was going to hit the other side with a boat. I didn't think he was fighting the idea of letting us float above the river forever. I have to say, this idea is too poisonous. He wants us to despair. ”