Apocalypse Cockroach

Without waiting too long, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back to Zhang Xiaoqiang with a calm face. Ignoring the surprise in others' eyes, he first measured Zhang Xiaoqiang. Seeing that there had been no change in the class between his departures, he stood behind him silently.

Zhang Xiaoqiang received several pieces of pride from other people's eyes and did not ask Yuan Yi how he was doing. He believed her and nodded his head at the Yellow Springs standing beside him.

“All of them, enter the position. ”

Huang Quan shouted loudly, teammates and militiamen copied up their respective guys, entered the trenches that had been dug before they arrived, and gazed at the distant waves of the lake.

“Bring it..."

Three twisting sacks were dragged down from a truck parked on one side. Until recently, the sacks were unlocked and the heads of the three bird nests fluttered. They were a gift, a gift from the women's barracks to the camp, and a letter of reparation. They were all captured that night, held in the camp for three days, hungry for three days. By this moment, they were the scarecrows who attracted the big fish ashore.

The three eyes were frightened, their faces were frightened, they wanted to twist their necks to see where they were, but the teammates pressed their faces to death to the ground and could not move.

“Well... here we go..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the three people at his feet and ordered them softly. There was no mercy, no joy, and no pride in taking the lives of others. In his eyes, these three people were no longer human beings. Since they were not regarded by him as human beings, they naturally did not need to show more emotion.

Six members of the team went up and dragged three men with big bandages to the lake, and the three of them also saw where they were going. They knew where it was, where the gathering place was, but whenever a cannibal was caught, it ended up being thrown to the lake and eaten by the fish.

Their hungry, powerless bodies renewed their strength, struggled desperately, their bodies were short on the ground, their feet kicked on the ground, a piece of dirt kicked up, the flying yellow dust not yet rolled over half the sky, and was dissipated by the lake wind blowing in the lake.

Three desperate men struggled on the ground like dead fish, and their struggle fell into the eyes of the troubled militias, who saw the means and determination of the convoy, their hearts bouncing like a drum, like falling ice cellars, cold liver and intestines, no more previous tensions and pulsations, only a darkness left.

In the blink of an eye, three people were dragged to the lake, one of them, the tallest individual, the largest body frame, a face that had been crossed, and now a man with a cold face was dragged to the lake on his knees.

The previous struggle exhausted his last strength, he was absolutely heartless, let the team pull him over like a soft face man, kneeling at him by the lake, staring down at the clear waves beneath him, the pure lake water illuminated his cheek, the man stared at his reflection in the water, the man in the water was skinny, there was no more arrogance and tension, he had to flutter, his eyes grey, the dead grey slowly brightened in his eyes.

The man had no intention of raising the big knife around him, he carefully detailed his face, the reflection in the water was him, the way he was in the world, the way other people looked at him, the way he looked at himself for the first time, the reflection in the water illuminated the most tragic scene of his life into his eyes was so perfect, it was not anything else, it was just him, he looked at the reflection in wood, the sharp big knife in the sun flashed a bright scratch through his eyes.

He flew in the air, like a bird, the headless body sprayed with blood by the lake, crooked on one side, retrieving the longknife player, and two companions who were kneeling on the ground not far from him, and he didn't take a closer look, it had nothing to do with him, he was flying, he was free, he was a bird, he wanted to fly higher, until, he was buried in the clear wave.

The calm lake water swung out a wave of ripples, the rippled ring circle to the distance, a splash of water flowers, the shore lake water turned bright into blood red, the second round began.

The previous scene fell into the eyes of the second person, he saw the tail from the beginning, it was his real turn, his heart was calm, although the dirty cloth that blocked his mouth had been removed, he did not cry out a lament or beg for forgiveness, he cooperated, actively struggled to walk to the lake, no need to pull, he knelt on the bloody wet ground.

The lake water had been stained with blood, he could not see his reflection like the first man, he had no regrets, with the original assumption that being eaten alive by the big fish, not being freed with one knife was not a pain, with better choices, he was satisfied, could not be too greedy, human suffering, being a survivor of a gathering place was more painful, liberated better.

The human head took off, the fountain-like blood took a long blood and fell further into the lake. The head fell into the water, but the body remained on its knees, seemingly leaving a last glimmer of desire for the world.

The team member with the machete on his back wiped the tiny blood beads that rubbed against his face with his sleeves, lifted his foot and kicked the body into the lake, turned to look at the third man, also the thinnest, the man who appeared to have the smallest courage, the man did not have the clarity of the two before, lying on the ground and shrunk into a bunch, beneath him, a beach of water stains slowly infiltrated the dirt.

“Pfft..." The man spit in his hand and looked at the third person with disdain. He would not be soft because others had no reason to admire him or be cowardly.

The footsteps of a walking hand, such as a giant wave pounding on the man's mind, the man is not lying on the ground soaked by his own urine at this moment, as if he were lying on an air compressor, trembling frequently with the eyes of an executioner.

“Ah!!!!! ”

Men can no longer stand the overlap of fear, struggling on the ground to roll, wet soil, urine stains, dry grass roots, and massive amounts of dust all over him.

When the executioner arrived, he watched the guy do this to himself. He didn't know where to grab him. He weighed it randomly and saw that he hadn't even gotten his hair into the urine, although it was also dirty and greasy scattered light.

“Ah... forgive me... forgive me... grandpa Ancestor, you let me go, I'll make you a cow..."

The man was pulled by the executioner, dragged and marched on the ground, despite the tremendous pain in his scalp, flickering on the ground, tears and snot falling together, his mouth still shouting for forgiveness.

The executioner's hand is as cold as iron. How could he be touched? Silently dragged him to silence, like a machine, the man feared death more than anything else, he shook his head and tore his hair in his hands, and eventually he struggled successfully.

As soon as the executioner felt light in his hand, he escaped from his hand. The only thing still on his hand was a dirty hair. He saw the man rolling on the ground with all his flowers tied up. The executioner was in a hurry and threw away the dirty hair in his hand at will. He stepped forward and took a leg and kicked it in his chin.

The man screamed a scream, spit out a bite of blood, the blood fell to the ground, mixed with several teeth, then he was kicked by the executioner like a leather ball, the man screamed and kicked into the blood depression by the lake, by this moment he still did not give up, like the falling pot was shrimp bouncing, trying to break free of the rope tied to him, the screaming and begging for forgiveness in his mouth never broke.

The long knife was raised, the target was the man's neck, the man had nothing else in his frightened eyes, as long as the high lifted scalpel, all of a sudden, his heart shouted out loud words:

“I'm useful... I'm useful... I'll make explosives, I'll make explosives..."