Apocalypse Cockroach

Yangtze River has mutant beasts, not big black fish, different scales, different widths, all the holes are as thick as big buckets, the smallest big black fish, also has a water tank-like waist, this mutant beast is not as wide as big black fish, but it is much stronger than big black fish, can crash three inches thick walls, can hang various steel staircases into numbness flowers, can destroy the whole operation room, this is not a normal beast can do.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had some problems. The Yangtze River was not a comfort zone, nor was it a good place to go ashore. After all, this was a strange place and they did not have time to scout the area.

“All boats... heading in the direction of WH, stay in formation, we press the temporary camp on Jiangxin Island..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang had no choice. At least he would not face a zombie attack on Jiangxin Island. He stood on the ground, at least more than there was room for manoeuvre on the surface of the river. Jiangxin Island became a not too bad option for them.

The fleet left the pier and sailed to the nearest island of Jiangxin. Across the river were countless buildings, looking at the long-overdue building complex. Many people were fluctuating and left the city for too long, they could not remember what the city was like. After the arrival of the late death, it was the first time they had observed the city complex so close.

After entering the 1st level of battle, the atmosphere of the fleet became dull again, with a strong smell of gunpowder in the dull, still the Explorer 001 opens the way, the other ships are in the middle, the riverside fire platform is at the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang stands on the front deck, his right hand rests on the gun of the anti-aircraft machine gun, his fingers nervous touch the solar-baked hot metal members.

Only a small group of people who truly know where the danger comes from, most militias do not know, they are given battle readiness instructions, but are not as nervous as the regular team members. Although they cannot talk about the wind as before, pointing at the river and mountains with their peers, they can hold a rifle and sit on a boat and admire the river water and the silent city across the shore.

In the guard, the boat sailed for two hours to reach Jiangxinshazhou, where the area of Jiangxinshazhou is not small, at least not smaller than the gathering area. In Jiangxinshazhou, you can see countless fields and low woods, a different kind of greenery, rendering the whole of Jiangxinsha Island alive.

You can see the banks of the river along the outer river in Shazhou, like a huge fence wrapped the whole of Jiangxin Island, which stretches for more than ten miles, outside, you can see a lot of boats the size of Shunjiang, the outermost shore flies out to skew, some boats go straight to the shore base 100 meters, like abandoned toy boats, on land, more boats collide with each other on the outer edge, entangled with each other.

Looking at it, I don't know how many ships formed huge steel graves here, some turned over, some turned over, others broken into two pieces, but the bows of other ships were embedded in the middle, countless containers spread among the various wrecked ships, but the monotonous graves were rendered with some color.

The closer we get to Jiangxin Island, the clearer we can see the boat cemetery, the more frightening the graveyard is the size, many boats are half embedded in the river water, the paint on the boat gradually falls off, and due to the erosion of the river water, rust stains, various boat buildings are broken Xiaoser, a window is missing glass, reveals Hessen's hole, Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at those holes, seemingly can hear the whining sound of the river wind blowing in, that whining is the funeral song the Yangtze River sings for the grave.

The boat slowly approached the other end of Jiangxin Island, and a wave of tide swept from the bottom of the boat to the shore, slapping a layer of waves, the waves rose and retreated, leaving fresh wet marks on the embankment.

There are two piers on the island, none large, one slightly more formal, with boats and transverse boards that connect to the surface of the river, and one that is simple enough to accommodate only small tonnage of flat bottom boats.

A boat slowly approached the pier, queuing, like, one by one at the surface of the river, armed platform and Explorer 001 reclining on the outermost perimeter due to its own type of vessel.

When all the ships docked, by a single order, Yellow Springs and Chen Ye went up to the dock with search squadrons and fanned deep into the island to search for reconnaissance, and then dozens of crew went down and scattered beneath the boat, building work in the dock area and mounting various types of heavy firepower,

When Zhang Xiaoqiang arrived ashore, a search team member returned to report, Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the report and learned that there was no danger within one kilometre of the direction, let down a little vigilance, let all the militias disembark the ship, and leave the ship unattended to minimize the danger in the river and water.

Hundreds of militiamen and sailors, carrying large bags of materiel, disembarked like refugees, moved a stiff body and continued to climb the slow slope of the pier, walking to the depths of the island. Finally, only one search party was left at the pier to guard the boat and the others were ashore.

There are no strange mountain stones or stamps on the island. If there is anything strange, that is, a plaintext, the ashore area is full of reeds and looks at it. It seems to have reached the reed world, and it is not far to travel, and you can see the countless fields and fields of monopoly crossing each other, spelling out a vivid and huge geometry.

In the field, the crops are not as dense as before the end of life, the wheat ears shake, but they are much better than elsewhere. In the field, there are many wheat lost in previous years that have grown into a bush of wild wheat. It is now mid-October, a bush of wheat has long passed through the green to become golden, golden wheat in the middle, with dense, numb, or dead or green weeds, some sticking to the ground, the highest only to the middle of the wheat rod, some fluttering and growing older, and more tall grass leaves than people cover the wheat below in the shadows.

Not far from the wheat fields there are also several ponds of different sizes, the water in the pond is green and oily, I don't know what there is in it, make this water green as a secondary appearance, the water line is slightly lower, it looks like only half the previous water source, compared to the dry crack exhaustion elsewhere, this is a rare treasure land.

Walking in fluttering wheat ears, enjoying the river breeze, a hint of cool river breeze brush sucked away the heat on the body, smelled the pre-harvest smell, immersed in the freshness of cooked wheat, several militiamen carefully crossed a strand of wheat ear in the palm, crushed the wheat, threw a less full grain into the mouth, chewed, a clean and sweet taste slipped into the throat.

No one spoke, no one ordered all the militias to move, and they carefully folded every grappling wheat ear around them, stuffed it with an imported bag or backpack, marched and harvested it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not make a sound when he saw it. Outside, all the official team members were guarding around with rifles. The militias in the middle were much more comfortable, and cautioned about harvesting wheat...