Apocalypse Cockroach

At 1: 30 p.m., the convoy arrived at their destination.

This is a small town where the motorcade Mercedes-Benz road runs right through the center of the town. Both sides of the road are this type of wine shop, away from the side of the road, a variety of new or vintage small buildings, where you can't see a bungalow and where the economy is much more developed than in the mountains.

The reservoir site is on the other side of the town, the eyes are covered, the broken town is full of zombies, it is also a coincidence, the location of the warehouse is near the end of the convoy, there is no need to alarm the zombies in the town at all, as long as the zombies around the warehouse will be solved.

The convoy slowly stopped at the warehouse attachment, the body of the car had just stopped, the militiamen sitting in the car were driven out of the convoy by their respective captains, the militiamen were less than 100 meters from the warehouse, and the distance of 100 meters made it clear to the militiamen that the wandering corpses were.

Dead zombies and living zombies are two concepts. Previously, they sat in the car and watched the walking zombies. When they thought they might have to fight the zombies with a knife shield in front of them, the heart hidden in their chest was no longer drumming, but constantly wanted to pop out of their throats.

Compared to the soft hands and feet of the militias, the militia captain, who was a regular team member, appeared lazy and glanced at the distant corpse with a contemptuous eye with a rifle and turned his head back to the militia behind him.

Seeing the captain's fierce eyes, the militiamen together lowered their heads.

“Lift your heads up, lift your breasts up, lift your shields up, only one target, dead bodies in front of you, or you're eaten up. I'm right behind you. Just face me, kill me. ”

Go ahead, the captain raised his gun with his left hand, pulled the bolt with his right hand, measured every one of his men, the captain did not have a first class, for a reason, ahead is the practice field, the brave live, the weak die, that is the purpose of bringing the militia out, the convoy did not have time to teach them slowly, to make them elite in death, the most direct and the quickest way.

“Report Captain, I'm wounded, aren't I..."

The unlucky militia, scared to death by the head of a zombie and then thrown out of the car, stopped talking, his nose and blue face swollen on his forehead, the cold barrel burst into the large piece of his flesh, the barrel was cold, reached his head, made him fever, bean-sized sweat beads seeped out of his forehead.

Looking at the captain with a murderous look, he even begged for forgiveness, begging for forgiveness did not impress the captain, only to see the militia captain pull the army stab from the waist and raise his hand and stab him in the neck.

“I'll go... I'll go..."

When the plea for forgiveness became the inner echo, the army stab stopped on his neck, the sharp army stab had just opened his flesh, and a little Zhu Hong slowly flowed along the wound cut by the army stab.

“You don't have to go, I'll teach you a trick. The zombies are particularly sensitive to blood. I think that all the zombies within a thousand meters will be attracted to you. What you have to face is no longer less than a hundred zombies in front, but a thousand zombies in a thousand meters. Good luck. By the way, the machine gun in the back is targeting you. Don't blame me me, blame this idiot. ”

After that, the militia captain kicked the man who had been stabbed in the neck into the militia and turned back to the convoy with the other captains, leaving only a hundred militiamen, silent, but with tears.

The militia caught between the loss of the crowd and the convoy. They looked at the three or two Land Cruiser vehicles pointing at their machine guns and looked back at the corpses that kept pouring out of the town. The corpses that had been wandering in the warehouse were N times faster than before, and Zhang Yueli's teeth poured at them.

“I'll kill you..."

A different militia rushed up and put one foot on the jaw of the unlucky guy, the guy screamed, spit out a few big teeth, fell to the ground, the militia still did not quench, waved the knife to the guy on the ground with his head chopped off, to see the guy cut in half.

“When...” loud noise sounded, the steel knife was blocked by a steel shield, and the knife holder and the shield simultaneously withdrew.

“When you don't even look at his mother, you don't see those things coming. It's important to save your life first. Later on, as long as he's still alive, it's settled. ”

The militia who wanted to kill people stopped making noise, ripped their coats off, dropped their shirts on the ground, picked up the shield and shouted, and the shield didn't show weakness. They howled with him. The two men led the scene to an atmosphere, and hundreds of people shocked and yelled together.

Their howling voice circled in the air, and the two corpses rushed forward.

“Go...”

The shield holder shouted, first flushing out step by step, the blade holder with naked arms did not want to be personable, then flushed out, “when” two sounds, the incoming zombies were hit, the militia behind them were also fighting, together rushing up two people in front of them to squeeze away, waving the knife rain point chopped down.

“Here we go again, ready..."

The shield bearers shouted out loud, and the militia behind them scattered together to face the flushing zombies, whose loss on the ground had broken into pieces of meat sauce.

“Ha... can you, uh, lighten the font...”

The knife holder stared at the impending zombie roaring.

“My name is Chi Yong. Put up a tablet for me. Don't forget...”

The shielded Ji Yong also burst out with pride. Without a will, he wanted to determine the heart of death.

“Good men, my name is Liu Biao. Remember, when I die, you do the same...”

After the knife holder Liu Biogan, the bloodthirsty man was more than just Ikeyong.

“Coming...” “Go..."

Chi Yong and Liu Biao shouted together and rushed forward.

The zombies were poured over. Without the thousands said by the militia captain, more than 300 were remarkable. More than a thousand square meters were indeed small. At first, the zombies in the town were not lured out by the loud explosion. Naturally, there were not many flushes out of the town.

There are only more than 300 zombies, three times the number of militias, but the militias do not know how many, such as all the dense and numb zombies in their eyes, countless, holding the thought of pulling down dead, rushing forward and chopping randomly, eyes like blood, mouth yelling chaotic words, long knife in hand chopping dumplings filling chaos chopping.

With the passage of time, some people could not keep up with their physical strength. The long knife swung out weighed as much as a kilogram. A militia member of Flynn's mind remembered what the captain had told him.

“Without the strength to squeeze with a shield, forcefully chop his neck...”

This sentence was repeatedly shouted, tired and unable Chi Yong and Liu Biao were also shouted together. Slowly, the militias divided into a group to deal with a zombie. Soon, the speed at which the zombie was killed increased dramatically, the density of the zombie was decreasing, the pressure of the militias was decreasing, the more zombies on the ground, the braver the militias were, no longer passive defense, but proactively facing the zombie.

This bravery was truly a manifestation, before they waved the knife without any hesitation because of nervousness and fear. Now they have found a way, their physical abilities are not able to keep up, the overwhelmed zombies are gradually gaining the upper hand, the militias are forced to retreat, by this moment everyone feels alive and is crying out for their last moment.

“Spread out. Spread out.”