Apocalypse Cockroach

This time the convoy traveled at no faster speed than before and became cautious. On the Land Cruiser, heavy machine gunners held one hand on the trigger and, with orders, they were able to fire the bullet at the first moment.

Except for heavy machine gunners, everyone except the driver is watching the wind blow around them, and movement in the sky is the focus of their eyes.

This road has entered the security zone of the mutant beasts, where scattered zombies are dense again, where they hear the car roar of the convoy, gather around this side, the convoy does not shoot, they do not care about these ash zombies, and from time to time the zombies are crashed under the wheels.

The big truck in the back began to turbulent, and the people sitting inside were also turned upside down. The militia looked at a zombie who had been pressed into a pancake and twisted into a hemp and thrown behind the car. There was no pleasure in the mind, only a strong desire to vomit.

“Take a closer look, it's no harm to you, maybe you'll dance to those things later. ”

When the militiamen heard the bad words of their captain, their faces began to look unnatural, and suddenly, a rolling thing flew in from outside the compartment and hit into the arms of a militia, who was humming and laying on the floor holding it.

“Ah!! ”

After a scream, all the militiamen were screaming. The thing that flew in was the head of a zombie. The black head had a strong smell. He was held in his arms by the militia who still did not understand the situation. It was only when he saw the companions around him retreating to both sides that he felt something was wrong.

“Throw that thing out and keep it for a snack night? ”

Hearing the militia captain, the person saw clearly that the head was a zombie in his hand, the zombie was not dead yet, a big mouth with pointed teeth was still in one piece, to make a tear, the team member did not throw out at the first time, but looked at the zombie's head, his eyes turned white, fainted.

A man rushed up and kicked between his hands. The zombie's head was kicked out like a soccer ball. The flying head crashed into the rear mirror of the cart, causing the driver behind him to curse.

The head was kicked by the militia captain, who stood at the back of the car and yelled at the driver behind him, when the stunned militiamen knew that the dead body that flew over was the front wheel of the taxi in the back...

The captain and the driver were shouting and suddenly there was a fierce shooting in front. All the vehicles in the entire convoy stepped on the brakes at the same time. The body had just been heard, and the team jumped out with the driver opposite them.

“What are you staring at? Run..."

The militia rookies who stayed in the trunk screamed and jumped out, chasing behind their captain. In a flash, only one unlucky bastard was left in the trunk scared to death by a zombie's head.

The militiamen did not know what was going on, did not dare to look around, only the captain's crazy twisting ass because of the rapid running, behind them, the sound of heavy machine gun fire did not stop for a moment, and did not know what had happened.

Whatever happened, the militias had no interest in him. In their hearts, machine-guns couldn't handle anything, and with a knife shield, they couldn't handle it.

“Squeak... gaga gaga gaga..."

There was a strange loud noise behind them, followed by a tremor on the ground, behind which was the convoy, their means of transport, while they turned their heads and looked behind them.

At this glance, they collectively dropped their chins, and they swore they'd never seen a bird this big in their lives, including in a science fiction movie.

A giant blackbird landed at the motorcade stop, wings like clouds, covering the sun, a bird's paw like steel cast squarely crossed, there was a hidden glow between the hooks, nobody doubted the sharpness of the paw, the giant paw was caught in the head of a big truck, the windshield at the head was cut in half, the iron fur at the top of the car was pulled open, the boss broke away, the big bird grabbed the head and glided forward, the body of the car was standing upright, the rear of the car dragged on the ground, the road was drawn out of a long ditch, the sliding room, countless fireworks scattered around the body of the car in contact with the ground.

The rocks collapsed, the car body sent a long groan and slipped to the side with the big bird, screaming, a man put on the iron plate in the back of the car screamed loudly, fixed his eyes, and found that it was their previous companion who had been frightened by the zombie's head, the car that the big bird had picked up was their previous seat driver.

The militias were afraid after not having time to look at the big bird and the big car. They didn't care much about the howling companion in the car. Everything in front of them broke their common sense, and they were all shocked and insane.

The big bird grabbed the big car and didn't fly very far. Behind the big bird, countless flashes of fluorescence chased the big bird, black feathers drifted zero, black snowflakes drifted in the air, the big bird made a loud and cloudy scream, throwing away the head on the claw, clapping the wings, and shaking straight up.

The big blackbirds flew thousands of meters into the sky and turned into little black dots of sesame seemingly silly militias on the ground, even screaming on the ground, the wind made them unable to stand, one or two becoming rolling gourds.

“Boom..." The big truck previously dragged by the big bird made a huge noise, turned into a fireball, black smoke was spreading, a direct cry, the big bird dived down at high altitude, blinking, black sesame became a huge cloud, unfolded a shadow of the boss, covered the first few flaming and steel Land Cruisers.

“Tata Tata..." A three-meter high flame sprayed out of the elongated cannon tube of the paratrooper tank, dotted the light in front of the big bird to form a veil, the light instantly reached the big bird, the feathers of the big bird flying in the air burst up, like a hedge in the air, beating the right wing, the body of the big bird flipped over the side of the air, flushing over the bird's stomach.

Big bird insurance allows stray bombs to fly continuously. Before the net gunpoint of the paratrooper tank is adjusted, the flapping wings rush to the sky. Just above 3,000 meters, the big bird never returns to the distance.

“Hoo-hoo... it's over. We met the cookbird. ”

Yellow Springs stared at the big blackbird and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves.

“It's really it, I know it, it's missing a leg, damn it, let it come to WH, not the wrongdoer not meet? ”

Lu Xiaobu took the message, and he was thankful that the paratrooper tank was no smaller than the ground shield of 2,000. The elevation angle of the cannon tube was too small. Otherwise, the bird would have lost its bones a long time ago.

“Leave it alone, it has been scared away, let's pack up and move on, hopefully the casualties will be small. ”

Yellow Springs turned his head and looked at the flames burning behind the convoy.

“Are you dead? Are you dead? Climb all the way up, don't pretend to die..."

The militia leader shouted and drank at the moaning militia. He had seen the big blackbird before. He hid it in the drain on the side of the road for the first time. He did not climb until the end of the matter, don't say he was injured, even the oil peel did not rub off.

The militiamen slowly climbed up from the ground and looked at each other. They found that their companions were full of big bags and swollen noses. They wanted to make fun of each other and found their cheeks to be in hot pain.

“Honey, what is that? Prehistoric monster? It is the ancestors who bless us to live. ”

A militia covered its cheeks and looked at the burning truck and exclaimed.

“Pfft..." a slap slapped hard behind the minds of the militia.

“What prehistoric monster, what ancestral blessing, it's all bullshit, that thing was shot away by machine guns, what does it matter to your ancestors? ”

Hearing the captain shouting, the militia dared not to make another casual exclamation, picked up their weapons from the ground, lifted their feet to the convoy, stared at the burning truck, still blessed in the dark, it was not him, walked halfway, he saw a man lying next to the burning truck, looked at the clothes seemed to be the previous scared guy.

“Captain... and Qi..."