Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the deck of the boat, not far from the ground, looking at the fierce flames and the crowd gathered under the boat, the whole angle of view will take everything away. The deep night sky was lit by fire. The fire on the side of the road where they came from was still burning. A fire heap became a flaming signpost. At the end of the signpost, more than a dozen search team members fired and retreated. In front of them, countless mutant shrimp were exposed to the fire and dancing double chelated.

Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not look at it anymore. There was not much time. He turned his head and shouted at Yuan:

“Help me...”

“One, two, three... push..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang drank loudly and pushed a white medium van down the gap with Yuan Yi. The white van fell off the boat, shouting loudly. The vehicle smashed into ground parts and broke the glass.

The crumbling parts have not yet been exhausted, the broken glass is still dancing in the air, Yankee holds the shield to the side of the car and grabs the ground of the vehicle with one hand. A delicate drink, dragging the body, then twisting waist, throwing the body out of the body with full force, the body higher than Yankee rolled over the ground, hit the hull, emitting a "When...” loud ground, stopping.

And then the second, the third...

Yankee connections stacked five small cars together to give the boat a cushioned foot. Then Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yuan Yi pushed the vehicle off the hull, forming a slow slope between the ground and the hull. Fortunately, the fuel tank of the vehicle itself did not explode due to the impact.

A slow slope has been formed, Zhang Xiaoqiang chong Huangquan issued an order, Huangquan immediately arranged for the militia to board the ship, while all regular team members set up a blocking position at the side of the ship to cover the retreat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was in a hurry, he stood at the bow and shouted, ordered the people below him to speed up, and his eyes could naturally see countless mutated shrimp approaching. Zhang Xiaoqiang was in a hurry to come up with a slow slope stacked with a car. It was also a kind of rush, but this slow slope was really bad for walking, broken glass, open windows, and sharp steel pipes that stretched out the body of the car, accidentally causing harm to climbers.

The first person was also the most dangerous person, the whole slow slope was his exploration, countless people followed behind him, afraid to rush, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the hull for him in a hurry, it was just useless, he could only hold his breath, waiting for him to approach slowly, finally?, he approached the boat's side, Zhang Xiaoqiang impatiently held his body, reaching out to try to pull him up.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang was surrounded by a figure in the door of the boat building, waving his claws towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, fell in the corner of Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, horrified by an evolutionary S-type zombie, the zombie had a wide mouth, the target was Zhang Xiaoqiang's throat, and the zombie fell into the eyes of the first climbing militia.

The militia was frightened and stood up and let the rifle slide down on his body, falling into the gap of the vehicle under his feet, pointing to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side and howling.

“Come on... give me your hand..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not stand up to fight, shouted at the guy, not concerned about the necropolis that was about to fall on him, it seemed to him that there were only two people here, one was him and one was the militia that was about to climb onto the boat.

The militia was foolish, two eyeballs were about to stare out, the wilderness behind him saw the zombie, shouted together, but saw the zombie jump straight in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, suddenly divided into three pieces, and fell to the ground.

No one saw how the zombie turned into three pieces, as if Zhang Xiaoqiang was surrounded by an invisible aura. The zombie first dropped his arm, then his head, and rolled himself at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet.

Behind the zombie, Yuan Yi retracted the curved knife, put up the flashlight and entered the door where the zombie burst out. At this time, the crowd tacitly guessed who had taken the hand.

The first... the second... the third...

One by one, Zhang Xiaoqiang got more anxious. His mother had hundreds of people who wanted to climb this far. Besides, these militiamen had to carry large backpacks and carry ammunition boxes. Without these things, Zhang Xiaoqiang would inevitably run out of food and water within three days and die without a war.

Yuan Yi went to the cabin to clean up the corpse. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have time to see her comfort. He believed Yuan Yi's means. The militiamen who came up gradually unwrapped their backpacks and various materials. Some people were waiting for battle with rifles by the boat, while others pulled out empty bottles of alcohol, cut the tires of the vehicles around them with military knives, and then sucked gasoline from the tank into the bottle with straws, mixed chopped rubber, and made the recommended flask.

Seeing the militias preparing, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not believe that he could use these things to cover the people below him to get on the boat. He rushed to the boat's side and jumped off the boat. His body dropped rapidly. The wind had not yet poured into his eardrum. He fell heavily on the ground and jumped at the moment of landing, running to where the backless guns were being prepared.

“Get in gear, all aboard. You go aboard and fight...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted Huang Quan's arrangement, and Huang Quan looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said.

“If we get aboard now, it will delay the embarkation of others, and it will take time to set up positions, which I fear will cost a great deal of people.” Yellow Springs turned his head and looked at only a tenth of the crowd and said.

“Needless to say, under the barrage, if we miss, we lose all heavy weapons, and we don't know what tomorrow is...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang let all the heavy fire get aboard the boat, and let Yang Kel and others roll more than a dozen small cars on the way to the mutant shrimp, and then wait with hundreds of militias.

In silent waiting, the fire burning in the distance is extinguished one by one, every time one is extinguished, the heart of the crowd looking over there is tight, no one knows why it is extinguished, the whole island seems to be guided by some kind of mutant shrimp, gathered this way, not knowing how many, not knowing if they will live tomorrow, the body that was previously lying on the ground seems to flash in their brain again.

Ultimately, Zhang Xiaoqiang's fire heap was all extinguished. At this time, only a third of the personnel went up. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back at the slowly creeping crowd on the slow slope. His mind became more anxious. But this matter could not be rushed. The slow slope of the motorcycle structure was inherently unstable. Some of the vehicles under the crowd's feet were still shaking. If it collapsed, it would be a disaster to extinguish the roof.

“Brother Cockroaches... here they come..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the warning of Huangquan and turned back to see the heavenly covered mutant shrimp double-chewed to the side of the giant fire heap. At that time, the shrimp herd became confused, and countless prawns refused to store more than 100 meters away from the fire heap. After all, they were more sensitive to fire than humans. After all, they were all aquatic creatures.

The dense shrimp herd is surrounded by the most marginal and the mutant shrimp in the back keeps coming, layered, slowly accumulating into hills, and the occasional screaming of the depressed mutant shrimp seems to have become unbearable.

Seeing the accumulation of mutant shrimp in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head toward the backpack, holding the material climbing militia, his mind flashed and turned to the boat.

“Stop... stop..."

As Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted, the creeping crowd stopped climbing and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang below with surprise.

“Unpack the backpacks and supplies, one by one... and upload the goods and packages first..."

None of the militiamen were fools, so they handed their backpacks to the people standing on the boat's side, and the crowd stood in a row, all the way to the empty stop, and the yards were neat and tidy.