Apocalypse Cockroach

“Young Master, I have two things to report to you..."

Silent small courtyard, demonic garden, green branches buds, green with slight light, rudimentary walls along the edge, inky moss climbing, showing a few mulberries, tidy walls, no dust on the windowsill, paint falling off, a small door with a log background, a man standing with his head down.

The man wanted to kidnap Master Zhang Xiaoqiang before. At this time, his face was not even fierce. His eyes were slightly narrowed with Sensen's miserable white eyes, and the sword wounds appeared to be picked up.

“Say..." There was a chilling male voice in the room, the tone was gentle, the waves were not shocked, it was Wen Wen, the bear was Wen Wen's man.

“Our men have been driven out, and they're on guard, probably because of the last time...”

“Second thing..."

Wen Wen didn't have the heart to listen to the past. For him, the past is the past. It's useless to think more.

“In return for the eyeliner hidden next to Sun Kefu, last night, a shipment of arms was retrieved there. In addition to the bullets and firearms, there may be shells and a large number of them. The two major forces are meeting. I do not know what they intend to do. Please decide. ”

Initially, there was no sound in the room, half a day later, Wen Wen said a bunch of things unrelated to the theme:

“Our ranking in the gathering place is third, third great, no head, no tail falling, front is blocked, back is not dare to mess with us, since we are third, we have the appearance of third, there are two major forces ahead to worry about the arms, as long as we keep an eye on it, we don't necessarily have to drink soup.

And spread the word so that all the forces know what they're up to, and it's none of our business. ”

After listening without a word, Master Bear asked a few more joint points, whispered back and turned to the door:

“I can tolerate a failure, but I can't tolerate a constant failure, think for yourself! ”

When Master Bear heard Wen's final statement, Zhang Xiaoqiang flashed in his head, holding the wheelchair and killing all four sides, a cold sweat seeped out of his back spine.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know that there were people walking in the gathering place and they found the rumor that they found the arsenal. Even if he knew it, he did not care. The arsenal was there. He was not afraid to tell anyone. He had the ability to pick it up himself. The trouble of the big blackbird was that he had a deep experience. Zhang Xiaoqiang was busy with one thing, one big thing.

Huang Quan and Lu Xiaobu recovered a small town, found a small stationery factory, said it was small, brought back paper and pens filled with several large trucks, just gave those children a little too wasted for learning, how to use it is a question.

Thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about once wanting to run a library. The significance of the library is self-evident. Everyday people starve to death in gathering places. Everyday people in the world are eaten by zombies or killed by their kind. Perhaps a discipline, a technology is so completely extinct.

Zhang Xiaoqiang attaches special importance to culture and heritage. In the base, the subjects of the children's school are predominantly inheritance, then zombies. What English, painting, music and dance are no longer within his consideration, all he needs to do is master Chinese history, ancestral stories, understand zombies, kill zombies.

A small tire refining project opened his horizon. The battle of the future is not between people and zombies. It's between civilization and barbarism. Humans and zombies are absolutely inferior. A lot of high-tech people are dead. They can't find high-tech weapons. They can't use it to make it popular. Can't all go with a knife shield and beat their zombies a thousand times more?

All of this is knowledge. Knowledge cannot be broken down. Zhang Xiaoqiang has already concluded that, in order to achieve the ultimate victory, humans still need to convert their knowledge into weapons, resources, inundated zombies with countless steel and flames.

The gathering place gradually became active from the previous dead air. Large tracts of farmland gave them hope. Countless people waited carefully in the fields. Green fields were the driving force of their lives. The fields were not only the driving force of the poor, but also the leaders of those forces.

They have food reserves, because a few of them have most of the food, and they can live well, and in relative terms, there is a day when more food reserves are eaten, and really by that day, he will be the last to starve to death. So they have a constant anxiety in their hearts, and they see the bodies that have been thrown in the river, and they are heartbroken, because they haven't starved yet, and they want this to last forever, and people are afraid of dying.

This anxiety of despair is deeply on their minds, and they give up tomorrow, every day living a life of drunkenness and dreams, playing with women, watching big fish eat people, torturing their own kind, just to make themselves forget the final despair for that little stimulus.

The entry of the convoy caused a slight rush, and of course, that's all, they were reluctant to trust anyone, and in this world, they believed only what they had in their hands, they were reluctant to contact the convoy, let alone to leave a safe gathering place to wander with the convoy outside the unpredictable risks.

The convoy was conservative and reluctant to get too deeply involved with those forces, especially in the women's barracks where they nearly lost Uncle Yun and Yao, Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply regretted, and the camp became more conservative, circling themselves with heavy walls and working towards their next goal.

Despite the conservative nature of the camp and the food crisis, which created a market outside the camp, it was the market that energized the gatherings, the luxury goods in short supply, the commodities that they almost forgot, that emerged in the market area, driving the heads of the brilliant forces who could live only in the last moments of their lives mad.

The market was just the beginning, or the food crisis, and the camp killed the big fish and brought them back. The big fish caused a raze in the whole gathering place. The fish in the Great Lakes were a boulder pressed against the top of the gathering ground. They did not expect that the boulder would be removed one day, although Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think so, in the eyes of the crowd of the gathering place.

As if the motorcade was a gift from God, the camp began to cultivate fields and cultivate them. For camp operations, most of the forces were surrounded by bliss and misfortune. They had tried before. The seeds in economically developed areas were not easy to play with, and eventually there were, and they had planted them.

Apart from the center of the gathering place, that vast sheds of vegetable land that was 10 million times more precious than gold, everything was destroyed by the climate and drought. After all, the first half of the year was the most intense climate change, and they were not agronomists.

When they saw the vegetable field emerge, the tender vegetable seedlings turned brittle into a green carpet, they were amazed, and in their hearts the convoy seemed to be well received by the heavens, and whatever they did could succeed.