Apocalypse Cockroach

“Tata..." Heavy machine gun sounded behind Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, dense bullets caused a shell storm in the mutant shrimp herd, countless pieces of mutant shrimp limbs flying over the sky, flying around in the blasted pillars.

Heavy machine guns exceeded Zhang Xiaoqiang's expectations, before he thought of heavy machine gun cover, that thing was too heavy, had to be pre-positioned, and he turned his head to see that each heavy machine gun was operated by five people, three people on the ground holding a frame leg, fixing the barrel to prevent jumping, one person shooting, one person supplying ammunition, and five people could move dozens of kilograms of heavy machine guns anywhere in the shortest time possible.

This little strong confidence soared, shouted loudly, and went off with Yang Kel. Behind him, hundreds of men also went with the attack. They held the barrel upside down, just like they wanted to play hockey, beat one mutant shrimp on the ground upside down, followed the teammates behind them at gunpoint from time to time, sent a bullet into one of the mutant shrimp bellies on the ground, and the militia cooperated with Amy, one was responsible for knocking over, the other killed the mutant shrimp with precision shooting.

The man in front of him was not idle, and the yellow springs were not idle. He commanded the constant relocation of the position with the emphasis on machine guns. From time to time, he raised the telescope and looked at the situation in front. Through the telescope, he saw that the flames of the first mortar bombing had scattered a lot of mutant shrimp, without the constant support of the mutant shrimp, Zhang Xiaoqiang had broken the gear of the mutant shrimp herd he needed to face before them, and began to relax.

“Mobile cannon... come to me...”

Two 57-mm recoilless guns ran off to erect positions in front of the Yellow Springs by decree of the artillery group behind them.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Yellow Springs pointed to a space further ahead that was devoured by darkness and said that he was going to ignite everything ahead and sweep the barrier for Zhang Xiaoqiang as much as possible.

When hundreds of people were organized and systematically carrying out combat tasks, the mutant shrimp they had just thrown around seemed easy to cope with. Zhang Xiaoqiang carried his 100-man team forward, and every few dozen meters of distance, more than a dozen flasks would be thrown out behind him, expanding the lighting range as much as possible.

Within this position, all the mutant shrimp hidden in the dark was exposed to nothing. With Zhang Xiaoqiang, Yang and Yuan Yi as the sharp knife, the whole team flew forward quickly, not as if they were breaking through, but as a counter-attack, one flipped over, or the collapsed dead mutant shrimp scattered and scattered on the path of everyone moving forward.

Millions of bigfoot walking around these dead mutant shrimps, not far away burning the flames of bear bears, walkers in the air smelling all kinds of smoky fire, no one wants to take a closer look at the dead mutant shrimp on their feet, they just bury their heads and rush along, all around them is the sound of the fire burning, the explosion of the light flashing in the distance, and the noise of slaughter coming from the front.

Not all mutant shrimp can be fatally hit, and many mutant shrimp are mingled in the middle of dead shrimp, dancing double-chelated, warning people to stay away from it, dancing room, still flying back to the side, trying to hide themselves in the dark. At each point, several bayonets stab it together to knock it over, and then its abdominal chest is stabbed with several knives. After the bayonets are pulled out, the footsteps sound again, leaving only severely injured mutant shrimp lying on the ground struggling powerlessly.

Mutant shrimps are fierce, but once left alone, they become non-threatening, and any one person, a sharpened wooden stick, can kill them, but once they've gathered together, they're like marching ants in the desert.

The crowd traveled in silence, stopping from time to time, waiting for the heavy fire to cross the front passage, then the white blade troops to go forward meat beating, until there was basically no large shrimp herd, they would continue to move forward. At this time, Huangquan had given authority to a heavy fire team leader, personally commanding several militia leaders, making good the rear militia siege, trying not to let one person leave the team.

The militias in the back do not see the front, naturally there is no excess fear, just follow the big troops, and they do not know and do not want to know where they will be taken.

The more the militia walking in front truly felt the cruelty and brutality of the battlefield, the fire ahead, the explosion continued, the light chain of heavy machine gun bullets blew up a sea of dust on the ground, the clamping of countless mutant shrimp wreckages in the sky-high pillars, then the light chain stretched forward, hundreds of people shouted and rushed up, the mutant shrimp fleeing heavy machine gun bullets fell to the ground, the team members pulled a scattered line, small run to follow behind, the crisp rifle sounds from time to time, a mutant shrimp turned to convulsion.

And they went along with the heavy fire group, the hands of the heavy fire group doubled, just to be able to move and fire faster, they are actually the most nervous people in addition to the meat fighting militia, also the most tired group, always counting ballistics, deeply afraid of accidentally hitting their own people in front, sometimes you have to be careful not to let go of the larger shrimp group, each operating the firing team has some heart.

All of a sudden, the flashing red light in front shouted, then flung a surging wave. In other exploding flames, people saw the distant surface of the river and the rocky beach, a roar rang from the crowd, followed by everyone shouting, they were finally just one step away from the river.

At this time, a scream sounded, a militia with a rifle cheering fell on the ground, holding his left leg and screaming loudly, beside him, a broken leg was clamped by a mutant shrimp, the mutant shrimp clamped the broken leg was eating, the militia rolled onto the crust of the mutant shrimp, chewed out the lightning bolt, spread to the limit of the pliers in the chest of the militia, a huge gap appeared between the chest belly of the team members, as blood and guts spilled, the militia broke air.

At one time, everyone shut up and stared quietly at the mutant shrimp that was drinking human blood and eating human flesh. At the next moment, a spear gun flew through the mutant shrimp shell and nailed it to the ground. It was Zhang Xiaoqiang's beast horn gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang ran to the mutant shrimp, pulled out the beast horn gun and shouted:

“Keep moving..."

The killings in front of him unfolded again, except that the militias were more careful. With regard to their feet, they did not dare to make any more minor enemy mistakes. The dead militiamen lay idly on the ground with their eyes. The blood from their chests kept coming out, and every big foot walking by his side did not stop for a moment.

When the militia of the rear team walked up, they saw the bodies on the ground and shouted. This was the first body they saw, the body of their companion, many of the militia members lying on the ground knew each other, but did not expect that he would die here, and several militiamen who knew him had to go forward and try to collect the remains for him.

“What... leave him alone... keep moving..."