Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not answer, shook his head directly. What he wanted was a large marine vessel, at least one that reached tens of thousands of tons of size. Such a big boat, a small city, did not have to go to the big city to find it. He did not want to say now the ultimate purpose of finding the marine vessel. There was too much involved in it, and it had to be done step by step.

The fleet slowly entered the ninety miles of Long Harbor, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the deck and looked to the banks of the river on both sides. As he approached the shore, he found that the zombies became cherished animals here. Except for the occasional sight of some zombies moving in hiding, large areas of open space were all traces of the ashore of big fish.

Most of the buildings here have been destroyed, broken bricks, various living objects have been displayed, and occasionally a pile of white bones can be seen scattered all over the place. If not looked at carefully, it is easy to leak over, a large area of agricultural land is desolate, and in the deserted fields, no trace of green can be seen.

The hull travels in Long Harbor and from time to time encounters a bridge in the middle of the river, the fleet travels under the bridge, the buildings along the way become scarce, but the corpses begin to increase gradually, and the noise of the ship's engines travels far away in the silent environment of the last generation.

A number of wandering zombies are gradually attracted. Faced with these zombies, some militias are a little nervous. Rifles in their hands are caught dead, but the old team members and militias who have been through battle are not very concerned. The heavy firepower of the fleet is not vegetarian.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not pay too much attention to the shaky corpses, which did not deserve him to consume valuable ammunition. The boat was moving further away, dumpling sounds were coming from behind the fleet, and one corpse jumped out of the riverbank and fell into the water to sink.

By the end, more and more zombies had jumped into the river, the river was shallow, some had stood in the water, others had been swallowed up by water flowers, perhaps because they had not been visited by big fish, more and more zombies had gathered like ants, so many had been seen, some had become more frightened, even some of the old team members had become nervous, and some had nervously checked for ammunition and equipment.

Zhang Xiaoqiang unloaded the Ids_pjsd011_rifle on his back and pulled the bolt to guard his surroundings. Their sharp eyes searched both sides of the river, not in case of ordinary zombies, but in case of S2 zombies who could jump.

Perhaps the soil and water here are bad. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw many evolutionary zombies, but he did not see many Type 2 zombies. Nonetheless, Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not carelessly, and ordered full vigilance below.

After spending a long time on a wide lake, crossing a slightly narrow river course, many people are a little uncomfortable, their eyes sweeping constantly in the corpse squad on the shore.

Time slowly passed, and three hours later, no one in the entire fleet spoke, the air seemed more dull, with only a slight roar from the marine engines, the slight splash of water bouncing off the bottom of the boat on the shore, and the sound of zombies rolling into the river.

In this alternative boredom, Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat unbearable. Even his depressed heart was eating his mind, not to mention that his soldiers did not yet have his psychological qualities. If he did not want any more solutions, he might have reached the mouth of the Yangtze River, and his exasperated morale would have vanished.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the front deck and looked around. He swept his eyes to a small pier in a river bay. There was a small building area at the small pier. There were not many buildings. There were about three or five buildings. In addition to a three-story small building, several others were more like warehouses. The finished products were arranged neatly behind the small building.

There were only 78 zombies with zero drop. Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to stop here for rest and leave after lunch, indicating that the fleet had approached the small pier. The boat had just approached, and Huang Quan rushed up one step at a time. When Zhang Xiaoqiang crossed over to the wooden pier, he heard only a few dull gunshots with silencers. Seven or eight zombies fell on the ground and could not move.

Later, the other boats also leaned against the dock, and the noise of hundreds of people disembarking made this small dock come to life. Upshore, Zhang Xiaoqiang discovered that it was just after 11: 00, had lunch here, rested again, and was able to leave on time at 12: 00 noon.

The feeling of sitting on the boat is not the same as the feeling of standing on shore. At first, the militias felt fresh on the boat. For a long time, they felt repressed. Besides, there were cannibals on both sides jumping into the river. In the middle of the river, they felt insecure. There was no other way to jump. Instead, they landed. They found confidence and joked.

Yang Qiao 'er also went ashore with Zhang Xiaoqiang, stretched out their arms and legs, and moved around. Shangguan Qiaoyun lazily stood beside Zhang Xiaoqiang, surveying the distant houses, Yuan Yi carried a large bag and prepared lunch for several people.

A few more broken doors were heard, a room door was broken open, the team members held a shield and followed a fixed route to clean up possible zombies. Soon, a team member rushed out with his nose covered.

Then the smell washed out of the warehouse. The people in the attachment flew away. However, a teammate seemed to enjoy the smell. He bowed his head and rushed in. After a while, he grabbed a white flower and flushed it out, donating it to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't stand the women beside her. She avoided it one step at a time. Zhang Xiaoqiang withstood the urge to cover her nose and frowned and looked at Uncle Yun, who was excited.

“Brother cockroach... it's all... it's all good stuff. You can grow your own vegetables in the future."

When Uncle Yun handed Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids something like salt crystal in his hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered where the smell of things had been smelled.

“Is this fertilizer? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered smelling this smell when she was a child at her grandmother's house. It was packed in large pockets and the size was placed in the dark corner of the wall.

“It's urea... and it's often called nitrogen fat...”

After Zhang Xiaoqiang heard about it, he turned around expressionlessly and stayed away from Uncle Yun. This thing was useful, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was temporarily unused. The camp vegetables were all made of human fat, people would urinate. Do you still use these synthetic ureas?

Zhang Xiaoqiang asked Huang Quan to mark the map. When the channel was cleared later, he asked the base to come and load and unload on the way. He and his team hid in the side of the woods to start lunch.

After lunch, the team began to rest briefly. Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the map in front of him and frowned a little. From the map, the shipyard was located in the center of the city, where the most densely populated areas were. It was really difficult to attack the shipyard. Besides, the original workers of the shipyard were numerous, the terrain was complicated and it was impossible to solve tens of thousands of corpses in a short time. Once the time had elapsed, more corpses would surge, causing greater obstacles to the operation.

By 12 noon, the team had regained morale and were no longer as dull as they had just been, sitting on a boat pointing a finger at a dead body on the shore, commentators what, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat next to a anti-aircraft machine gun on the front deck, holding a sun umbrella beside him, holding his eyes against the back of a chair and enjoying the river breeze...

When the Yangtze River exit appeared in front of everyone, many people took a long breath. It was now the end of October that the Autumn Tiger weather could kill people, the convoy of the fleet had no shelter, and the crew and militia had to suffer in the fierce sun, not even worried about the dead.

The only way to relieve the heat stroke was to throw a barrel into the river water, fill it with a barrel of river water and pour it down from the head. Hundreds of people only had a few wooden barrels. In the hours after lunch, Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to the water flowers behind him to find an exit.

When he saw the exit, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed. When he reached the river, the river was wide open. It would not be as hot as it was here. At least there was a bit of river breeze. At the same time, Zhang Xiaoqiang was clear, and the boat operation was officially pulled to preface.