Apocalypse Cockroach

“Brother cockroach... look behind you..."

Huang Tingwei looked carefully at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sitting in a wheelchair. This time he was not thinking carefully and almost caused a major disaster. He was originally prepared to send someone to take him down and imprison him before the boat landed. How did he know he had just left the shore?

“As planned... let Wang Le make the mouth coffin. The temporary team member is also dead in battle and has the right to be buried in Guihua Mountain. ”

“Yes... I'll get ready. ”

“Wait..." Zhang Xiaoqiang called Huang Tingwei ready to turn around.

“Those two temporary players who stopped the success succeeded, they filled in the full team first, and were assigned to Zhang Huai 'an, Zhang Huai 'an's former deputy. Didn't Li Ji volunteer to stay on the island as guard captain? Tell Zhang Huai 'an I want him to give one back to him before he mutters in my ear again..."

Most people are unaware of the crisis in the cockpit, either by talking about it, or by gazing at the river, or by pointing more at the pier from which they left. These are women who cannot afford the Great Lake, which brings them abundant food.

Get the heavy fire team ready outside Huang Tin. Four sets of anti-aircraft machine guns are in place. Wang Le is nervously overhauling the circuits on board. If the plan is to succeed, it will depend on whether he can guarantee the normal operation of this thing.

“Attention, attention, attention, attention, attention. Everyone in the car, stay in the car honestly, put all the tarp down, put all the tarp down, no one is allowed to get out, no one is allowed to get out, no one is allowed to get out, no one is allowed to get out, no one gets out without a reason will be shot and no one gets out without a reason will be shot. ”

The treble loudspeaker of the big boat rang, the logistics team and the temporary team all looked at the loudspeaker with the treble, they didn't know what was going on, although the heart was rough, they climbed onto the vehicle under the screams of the combatants, just waiting for them to sit in the trunk, the tarp on the rear trunk of the trunk was unraveled, and the whole trunk was all in darkness.

Whether it's men who have become temporary teammates or women in the logistics team, as the darkness descends, their hearts start to tighten, they don't know why, but they're reassured by the book, there's no one messing around for the moment, in the dark space, they can't see who's around them, nobody talks, people look in one direction, the entrance to the back compartment.

The tarpaulin blocked the light, after all, some light came in from the gap between the tarpaulins, and the thinner light than the chopsticks became the focal point, and they were waiting silently for the light to grow, and they knew that when the light was bright, it was when they were out of the darkness.

The people sitting in the compartment are quiet, and the compartment is quiet, even outside the compartment is quiet, as if not on the river, but back in the ancient tomb.

A bit of loud music sounded, that intense tune they couldn't hear, some familiar, some strange, noisy music made them feel a little irritated, the music got louder and louder, and in the end they needed to cover their ears, and then there was a heavy drumming point in the music.

The beating rhythm of the drum dot was strange, as if it were a direct beating on their minds. Unconsciously, the frequency of their heartbeat was assimilated to the drum dot, and they started to feel suffocated, and they wanted to lift the tarp that was blocking the outside, and they needed air, fresh air, they needed space, they needed to put themselves in a wider space.

Nobody dared to do it, they saw a live ammunition crew through the gap, and the gunpoint pointed at the exit of the cabin, which meant that if someone lifted the tarpaulin, they would be shot dead, and they would sit back, head down, ears covered, waiting for weird music to pass.

Not only did they dislike it, but Zhang Xiaoqiang also disliked it. It should be said that he had never liked it. The noise of the taxi height he was enduring in his wheelchair on the roof of the car looked at the pier in front of him. He hoped that the zombies would also dislike the taxi height. He hoped that they would be angry and that they would rush themselves out.

The ships approached the pier 100 meters slowly, and a number of dead bodies appeared scattered from the pier, moving slowly towards the river's edge, perhaps naturally sensitive to water, and as soon as their feet stepped into the water, they were busy retreating.

This scattered thousands of zombies are not the target of Zhang Xiaoqiang. Through the crew reconnaissance, the steamway terminal is connected to a residential area. The residential area is not small. How can it be calculated that there are also 10,000 zombies? Zhang Xiaoqiang will not do it in an unfamiliar environment against tens of thousands of zombies. He brings out a lot of bullets, but beats one less.

Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that WH had troops stationed, what troops were stationed there, what equipment was there, he knew nothing. Before the end of his life, he could not even count as a pseudo army fan, let alone anything else, but that didn't matter. Teammates couldn't do anything without guns, steel shields, beheading knives, spears, remotely equipped with mountain version sniper crossbows made by processing plants.

Zhang Xiaoqiang waited in boredom, that huge noise couldn't even resist earplugs, let alone teammates without earplugs, the heavy fire group was the most comfortable, each of them had earplugs, they were used to the loud noise of heavy fire, several of them were twisting with the music, obviously they liked the noise.

Numerous zombies came to the pier one after another, pouring towards the river, and the big boat swayed up and down the river, luring more zombies to appear.

In succession, the riverside formed a sea of zombies. The squeezed and yelling zombies had already been killed and injured. The zombies in front of them retracted because of the river water. The zombies in the back squeezed forward because of the loud noise. They accounted for only a small number of front-row mugs. They were squeezed into the water and rolled away by the waveheads of the riverside.

One zombie is squeezed into the river, some with his head, some with his claws and one with a wave head, and these zombies disappear, which is a good illustration of the problem that zombies cannot swim.

The embankment can no longer be squeezed, the rear zombies are still gathering towards the edge of the river, some of the freight platforms that reach out to the river are also full of zombies, those zombies do not know that the front of them is a suspension, like collective suicide to step off the platform and jump on their heads.

The Yangtze River is tolerant, and whether it jumps one or a hundred, it swallows without a care, wondering if these zombies will be washed into the sea.

Looking at the gathering of the corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his right hand and paused for a few seconds before falling down gently. He liked the feeling of lifting the weight lightly.

Thirty-five glass bottles were crushed on steel plates outside the boat, the color of the bottles was hairy, semi-coagulated gel black blood splashed onto the steel plates, black and red viscous liquid had a stinging smell of blood, it was released on the man killed by Uncle Yun, it is also a waste use.