Apocalypse Cockroach

After the potato said, bent over and copied the rifle rushed out of the door with a bullet rain, Uncle Yun lay on his back looking at the back of the potato. Suddenly, he found that the potato had grown, his shoulders were wide and his shoulders were thick, his arms with the rifle muscles were stirred up, and there was already a dawn of a young man, like a chicken, and he had to let Uncle Yun's old tears run across him, and his heart burst with pride, to die with the potato.

Uncle Yun dragged his injured leg to touch the cold ground and climbed out, his eyes blinking and staring at the potatoes squatting behind the sandbags, the flames stormed, bright red, gunshot knife shadow, dyed more than a few cold.

Uncle Yun did not disturb the potato head, touched the machine gun the potato had previously thrown, pulled open the gun cartridge, the magazine was empty, he looked up and finally found the ammunition box by the fire, the green iron leather cartridge box had been burned by the flame and the paint leather, there could be a crisis of martyrdom at any moment, Uncle Yun had long forgotten his life and death, climbed over and pulled the cartridge to his front.

The flesh-grown hands burned on the burning iron skin, four bullets quickly penetrated 75 fast drums, in the smell of burning flesh, three drums filled, Uncle Yun pulled the bolt, looked back at the potato head, the spot in the eye was the bloody red spot on the taro head shoulder.

The taro did not feel the gunshot wound on his body, pulled out the empty magazine, pulled a little on his body, pulled out the bayonet onto the muzzle, ran out of ammunition, and he was ready to fight with the white blade.

“Potatoes..."

Uncle Yun shouted loudly, threw a machine gun full of bullets in his hand, the taro threw down the rifle, picked up the machine gun like fire outside, still yelling in his mouth:

“Didn't you stay there? ”

“Am I waiting to be dragged out and killed? Let me be proud of you before you die. ”

Two people stopped talking, one shot the bullet out, one shot the empty drum, the time stopped as if at this moment, one old one and two young men, blocked a battle that did not belong to them at the door of another, just for the promise of one person, on the empty space in front of them, the corpse scarred, the painful groaning, the shouting, the panicked attackers lost control on the battlefield, waiting for the abandoned shield car to restart, the two knew that they had little time left.

Suddenly, the connection behind the shield car screamed, a personal shadow was exposed under the fire line, ran away from the back of the shield car, the taro ceased fire, he didn't know what was going on, he wondered whether someone was coming to rescue him, running with an eye on a grown man, his neck fell on the ground twitching, the taro thought he saw a ghost.

Eventually, he discovered that a shallow shadow was constantly crossing the sides of the men, and whenever the shadow flashed, someone must have fallen.

The flame of the bear land still burned the door completely out of thin light, the black curtain Pei Pei walked along with a person dripping blood water, the potato head had not gone to see, he and Uncle Yun were exhausted, sat beside each other, the potato held the machine gun, stared blankly at the flame of the bear land, Uncle Yun's head pillow on his shoulder, still holding a bullet drum in his hand, at their feet the countless brass shells flashing in the light.

“Phew...” The head was thrown at the feet of the two, and the long shadow drawn from the body of Dean Munpei buried the two, the head spinning between the brass shells, the two ignored the head and did not go to see Munpei more.

Shoupepei leaned down and looked at the two people, trying to say something, but didn't know how to say it. She hid behind them long ago, watched them fight in despair. Their lives and deaths did not give her up to be bored. She wanted to see what they could do, and finally she saw.

Uncle Yun's image also greatly improved in her eyes. A man who only promised to live and feared death, and the courage that broke out in the battle shook her. She also heard the conversation between the two people at the door. She knew, she knew everything. She just couldn't figure out why there was such a person under Zhang Xiaoqiang. Why couldn't she find a woman in the 300 women's barracks in her hand, so she could really live without fear?

“Yes... sorry..."

Never said I was sorry, Shou Pei Pei said these three words, nobody cared about her, the two still sat together, not even a change of posture, inside the gate, Zhao Xiaobo shouted what, a group of women rushed out of the inside with stretchers...

Last night's gunfire spread throughout the gathering area, and was naturally heard in the camp far away from the gathering area. After the team members on duty reported to Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew where the gunfire was. Outside the female soldier camp, Zhang Xiaoqiang fell into the eyes of those with a heart. He sent two team members to appear a little redundant.

Those forces are determined to do it without much hesitation. Zhang Xiaoqiang faces two options. One is to go out night after night, indicating that she stands on the side of the women's barracks and the other is to observe the development of the situation without moving.

The two choices made him tangle, and sending Uncle Yun and Yao Tian was also a temporal effort. He didn't want the posture of the gathering place to change. After all, he couldn't put down his face to bully a group of sheep like women. He won't win, and he didn't want others to eat that fat, so he sent two old and weak people without a big scene.

Zhang Xiaoqiangyuan thought sending two old and weak people in the name of the convoy would be enough to deter some snoopers who wanted to pass their claws. I didn't expect those guys to throw alone for the sake of redness of weapons and ammunition and risk being retaliated against by the convoy. If he sent someone out at this time, he might become obsessed with the power of the gathering place.

Zhang Xiaoqiang said that he was afraid of trouble. He didn't take the pride of more than 100,000 survivors into his pocket. He didn't think that far away, he could bring more than 100,000 people to recreate civilization. He just wanted to hide in a place where no one could find him. When the exchange of fire started, his little characters took over the upper hand.

The above reason is only the end of the day. The real reason is Zhang Xiaoqiang went through the night war. His vision was unknown. He carried a team with artillery and heavy machine guns and was crushed by a group of armed men with insufficient firearms and ammunition. He did not want to suffer excessive wear and tear before taking the ship.

Ultimately, he decided not to move as a soldier. He did not need to clean up the residue during the day. All he had to do was put pressure on the three forces and let them solve the internal problems of the gathering place themselves. As for Uncle Yun and Yaotou, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already ordered Wang Le to make a good coffin, and there were tens of thousands of people to worry about him. Two small figures like him could not be taken into account.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not sleep well overnight. Although a decision was made, it did not mean that he really deserved to be asked. One choice was to let two people be abandoned by him. It was very uncomfortable. In his anxiety, he prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that those two could escape themselves. After all, their task was not to guard, but to pretend to show others.

The night receded, the morning light reappeared, Zhang Xiaoqiang went to the camp door in a wheelchair, but they saw Zhang Huaian and Huang Quan and others wait there early. Their minds differed from Zhang Xiaoqiang's. They had little regard and hesitation. They only knew that their people were out there alive and dead. Their anxiety did not necessarily lose Zhang Xiaoqiang, but in the end it was only Zhang Xiaoqiang who made the decision.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's spinning wheelchair went to the camp door, his heart darkly brewed speech, but his mind burst with tiredness. As a superior, he thought about the problem and made him very uncomfortable. Perhaps in his heart, he was still willing to carry a few women's waves, without paying for his conscience.

The people gathered at the camp door also saw Zhang Xiaoqiang, no one spoke, the scene was somewhat repressive, especially those team members, they could not do the kind of openness Zhang Xiaoqiang showed, they all broke the oath together, they treated Uncle Yun and Yaotou as brothers of bone meat, they had no resentment whatsoever. There was always such a day in the army, but there were quite a few words in their hearts, dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaoqiang's failure to go to the rescue, how could they understand the difficulties in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind?