Apocalypse Cockroach

The escapees didn't have time to snort out, the whole man split into pieces flying together in the air, the bodies still separated in the air, eventually turned into a piece of flesh and bone, messy flesh and debris, and the rainfall was just as drained by the crowd on the resistance front.

Bloody flesh fragments fell on the teammates and militia, the teammates looked strange, endured the desire to vomit, continued shooting to change the magazine, the militia completely extinguished the thought of fleeing, kneeling desperately watching D-type zombies who could already smell the stench in their mouths.

The strike front was also pre-arranged, with teammates and militiamen relying on a one-meter, six-high chest wall, which was somewhat strange, with a slightly forward curve.

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“Push!!! ”

The team, standing behind the chest wall, knelt down together, breathing dusty air, drank together, and burst on the dirt wall with their shoulders.

“Boom...”

In the ash fog, the entire chest wall was pushed into, the ash fog from the obstruction position turned into a dust sea, and the smoky dust sea swept up slowly to both sides for a few meters.

“Spread out... Spread out...”

The militias, who wanted to bury their heads in the ground and tremble their asses, heard the drinking orders from their respective captains. First, they were stunned. Then they finally remembered to disperse and retreat. They rose and rushed towards a convoy that revealed itself in the dusty sea.

The crowd had just rushed across the flying sea of dust and had not had time to breathe fresh air outside, and the "Tata Tower" fired again at the heavy machine gun in front of them.

12.7 Large-calibre machine gun bullets blew up a bowl-sized pit on the ground in front of them, with flying dirt clamped into the face of the militia with crumbling stones, and delayed their continued retreat.

“Line up... Line up..."

Hundreds of grey men with knife shields, grey face toward the town, behind them, also grey face, can only see eyes, can not recognize the appearance of the team members standing neatly with a metal chain like something.

“Squeak..." The never moving paratrooper battle vehicle slowly drove in, just parked next to the militia, and the body adjusted as the tracks rotated.

“Suddenly..." two long tongues of fire erupted from the chariot body, tearing the fog from one flash point to the depths of the dust sea, the militias could not see the movement of the corpses deep in the dust sea, and they gasped violently in preparation for the ensuing battle.

The D-type zombies who had jumped before had not seen any movement, and the militia had implicitly guessed that those things had been trapped and completely destroyed, which was a good thing, but they were not happy because they had lost their chest walls, they had lost their chest walls and they felt like they were about to face the battle naked.

The shooting of the two Type 80 heavy machine guns in the paratrooper tank seemed to be just to cheer the militiamen up, rang for less than a minute, stopped the shooting, then the tracks turned and turned the bucket to reach the end.

See the paratroopers leaving with a thick armored combat vehicle, the militia and the official teammates shouting yellow springs together.

Following the departure of the paratrooper tank, the figure of the corpse appeared implicitly in the dust sea across the street. This time the corpse was not a D-type corpse, nor an ordinary corpse, but nearly fifty S-type corpses.

These S-shaped zombies are small and fast-paced, with speeds much faster than D-shaped zombies and dozens of meters of distance moving instantly.

“Woo woo..."

Teammates behind the militia held the metal chain in their hands in a spin over their heads. The whirring metal chain drew a circle, and the chain was attached to a steel ball the size of a military tennis ball. The bright metal ball reflected the eyes of the militia.

The dancers stepped forward in metal chains, reached the militia, a neat drink, dozens of long-chains with metal balls attached, painted circles towards the ushering S-type zombie.

Dozens of chains completely blocked the space where the S-type zombie jumped. One of the zombies was trapped on the ground with his hands and feet. The fallen zombie tripped the rear zombie and threw the tripping horse out of his right hand. The team swapped the tripping horse in his left hand to his right hand and threw it out after a little spin.

In the rippled tongues of the militiamen, the fierce S-type zombies were completely overthrown, the team threw all the metal chains in their hands, so as to remove the rifles on their backs in their spare time, pull the bolts and stroll around the S-type zombie crowd, one shot at a time to solve them all.

“Prepare... prepare..."

The respective militia captains shouted, the dust gradually dispersed, and in the open sea of dust, one plunged the corpse shaking his arms and appeared in the eyes of the crowd.

“Touch...” the militia raises its hand and the steel shield fastened to his left arm is neatly and uniformly fastened to his chest.

“Brush...” Hundreds of steel knives slanted, swords pointed to the sky and the back of the knife rested slightly on the right shoulder.

“Step on..." The official team members put down their guns and came running neatly with their knife shields, proactively standing in front of the militia, facing an increasing number of zombies as dense as the tide, they were the first waveproof wall.

The corpses that burst out of the dust sea look like humans, they are all gray-headed dirt faces, if not for the weapons in the hands of humans, the corpses are empty-handed, can not really recognize who the corpses are and who the humans are.

Front-line zombies gradually approached. Faced with front-facing zombies, the militias lost their previous tension and fear. Those 258,000 formal team members stood in front of them, holding the same knife shield as them in their hands. The team members did not tremble like them, nervously even grabbed the knife handle out of the water, saw the performance of others, the militias did not want to be looked down on, and they encouraged the warm blood, ready to kill.

“Hoo!!! Ha!!! ”

A squad leader raised his knife and whistled.

Dozens of long knives held together, dozens of people shouting together.

Hundreds of long knives lifted like a forest, dragon bark high to pierce the sky.

The squad leader's long knife slanted, the blade pointing to a dense mass of corpses, a thunder burst out of his chest:

“Kill..."

Looking down from the sky, the ground dust slowly, like fog like the sea, poured out hundreds of dead bodies in the dust, as if it were going to sweep everything before the ant tide.

Immediately ahead of the ant tide were more than a hundred humans with long knives and whistling voices, only a tenth of the corpse, like a shrewd reef, suddenly the reef moved, they proactively faced the corpse, the official team rushed forward, the militia followed behind, no one backed, no one dragged, everyone shouted out loud, footsteps fast, running room, the knife sparkled, flashing out the fragrance of the moment.