Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang ate very refreshingly, the burns on his body had long been tied with a hard shell, carefully torn off by the superior official Qiaoyun, the new flesh was tender and tender red, but more than the old skin on his face. More than ten kilograms of shrimp meat continued to disappear into energy in his stomach. After the fresh taste of shrimp was detected by his tongue, he knew that the food he needed was almost finished. After swallowing the shrimp meat in his mouth, he did not continue to eat it, and looked forward to waiting with Yang Kel. As a greedy eater, he waited as anxiously as Yang Kel, silently waiting for the big chew to be burned and tasted the young meat in his big cheek.

Yellow Springs came over in shade, muttered a few words in Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear. After Zhang Xiaoqiang heard it, his previous slightly loose eyebrows were tightened again.

“Why is there no one to look after him? Where's the man who took care of him? This is malfeasance, a crime, a serious crime of leaving your post!!! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but get angry. He stood up and kicked the chair under him. Zhang Xiaoqiang was angry. Several women looked at Huang Quan with surprise. I didn't know what Huang Quan said. Zhang Xiaoqiang was so angry that even Yang Xiaoqiang stopped worrying about her grilled shrimp claws. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang worried.

Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded him a few words, suppressed his anger, took a few deep breaths, and revealed an ugly smile to the concerned women, softly said:

“It's okay... it's okay... there's a little problem with the militia downstairs. You keep eating. I'll go down and see...”

After that, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and left. Huang Quan followed closely. The three women, although worried, did not follow. Zhang Xiaoqiang's words were very clear. Let them continue eating, which is not to follow them.

“Starting at night, someone has been watching him, he has shown fairly steady performance without yelling. When I went to visit him, I had to say to him, find him a daughter-in-law, turn him into a mechanic, learn a craft, eat by craft, and he and his daughter-in-law's food is supplied by us to his natural death.

He also promised, and told us not to worry, just didn't expect... nor blame the person who took care of him, who had always taken care of him without sleeping overnight, when he had just eaten, went to dinner for him, just for a few minutes, when he returned he just... "

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded and went down to the first floor along the deck. Just down to the first floor, the air seemed to become dull. A militia stood silently on the deck, quite different from the liveliness of the second deck.

The center of the deck was covered with a corpse, dressed in militia clothing, the corpse lay upright on the ground with no trace of a right foot, a thick bandage on the original shoe, the earthen yellow militia clothing was completely wet with blood, the wound was on the neck, an outlet cut off the entire carotid artery, the blood was not yet drained, it was still slowly seeping out, and there was blood on the deck beneath the body.

This militia is yesterday's unlucky ghost, when he boarded the boat, the mutant shrimp snapped his right foot, his life was still saved by Liu Biao, only unfortunately, he took care of his people to cook, and he cut the artery with a bayonet himself.

Looking at that young and juvenile face, Xiaoqiang closed his eyes slowly, and opened them violently after three or five seconds. Everyone who came into contact with his eyes had to bow his head, seemingly in submission, to the standing militia one by one.

“Being a soldier... your life is not your own, you will die at any time, I'm sure you all know... four died yesterday, one is a regular team member, I won't tell you, there are three other militias like you, don't think the militias are not soldiers!!! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said that the militiamen listened, in the late life often die, the irrelevant people die, the militiamen like them die, as long as they can't see the body, they can continue to be ostriches, shrink their heads in the helmet, and live happily ever after.

When the corpse in the same uniform was in front of them, they associated themselves with the corpse and naturally quenched their morale in silence. Such a soldier, Zhang Xiaoqiang, did not dare to take him out to fight. If something went wrong, he either killed him on the run or died in panic.

So Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted and tried to inspire their courage. After shouting above, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in front of a militia step by step and yelled at him with a rifle hanging from his shoulder:

“What is this? You tell me... what is this? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression was fierce, with a strong temper, and the militia was overwhelmed. He shivered and replied: “Gun...” Say it. He was forced to frustrate himself and wanted to sit on the ground.

“When..." Zhang Xiaoqiang slapped him on the helmet and photographed the cowardly guy, smashing his head into the crowd, Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded: “Useless stuff.” Looking at all the players again, the second deck also calmed down, and the militia above stood up through the gap and looked down together.

“With guns on your backs... you can kill enemies and protect yourselves, but did you really do it last night? A guy throws his rifle away and gets shot. Shouldn't he be dead? ”

Go ahead, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the other militia, stared into his eyes and yelled, “Do you think he deserves to die? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes almost stared out, his fierce pupils were covered with blood silk, his heart trembled at the bottom of the militia, a urine could barely hold, Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted and sputtered a spit on his face, he dared not move a bit, just desperately straightened his body, and listened to Zhang Xiaoqiang shouting all over his body. After Zhang Xiaoqiang asked about this, he shouted out loudly the first time:

“Damn... he will kill everyone if he doesn't die and the escapees will kill him!!! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang changed his face, suddenly looked good, smiled slightly, nodded at the tight militia, patted him on the shoulder and turned.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and took three steps. He turned around again and looked at everyone and said:

“Your lives aren't your own, they're all yours, and every move you make involves someone else, so you have to have brains, you know, brains, two dead yesterday, remember, I'm talking about dying, do they have brains?

No!!! They didn't!!! A proud oblivion to see it succeed. Smile there, jump, be happy, he doesn't have time to look at his feet?

He really didn't have time, because he forgot he was on the battlefield of life and death, and he was celebrating in the playground at Amway, so he died, a good warrior, a warrior with the courage to fight fleshly, so worthless.

There is also a man named Liu Biao. Most of you know him. He is the best of you. Remember, he is the best of hundreds of you. He is the first batch of meritorious personnel. He is also the first batch of militia leaders. If he does not die, he is the militia leader standing here.

But what's the point of saying that? He died, he died of bravery, he ran into hundreds of mutant shrimps for a long time, but does that make sense? He did not achieve real results, he did not make any contribution to the retreat, the only contribution being that he saved a companion who died before you with his life. ”