Apocalypse Cockroach

No one thinks that the militia can kill a zombie, because the militia is themselves. They just want the militia to escape and not be caught by the zombie. They also have a wish in their hearts that the militia will survive.

At this point, they saw that the militia that had previously rolled on the ground like gyros no longer rolled, but rather rose up in the face of a zombie, and saw this scene, countless people were anxious for the militia, why was he so stupid? Never saw a man the size of a zombie, he couldn't even shoot a gun. Why would a little man with a shield stand in front of a zombie and face it? Is he too tired to run?

“Ah!!! ”

“Run!!! ”

“You fool! ”

There was a loud noise below, and the people below watched the zombies pounce against the militia, but the militia stood still with their shields. The people below knew what the force of the zombies was, and they could easily crash the militia. Everyone below knew that the militia that had been previously crashed could not have been unaware, the crowd shouted out loudly and let the militia escape. They not only told the militia, but also told themselves, at this time, they used the militia as their own incarnation.

There was no disturbance to the zombies and militias, but only food in one heart, only zombies in one eye jumped in front of the militia, one claw swung down, then the other claw swung smoothly, before it the militia held up the shield to block the zombie's claws, and as he retreated, the pupil in his eyes captured the figure of the zombie crashing into him.

“Touch…” the zombie hit the incline of the steel shield, it carried a force that was unloaded by the militia as many times as possible, the zombie's center of gravity was unstable, and the militia was not comfortable, he was repeatedly hit by the force, and he kept falling back, and they all knew that it was too easy to do this step already very good, the former inhabitants of the gathering place, the militia now on stage with the zombie to fight the death, gave the people of the gathering place a shot of cardiac medicine, they were satisfied, most people looked at the camp soldiers standing under the platform indifferently, hoping that they would find a way to kill the D-type zombie, because the militia had proved their courage.

Many of the soldiers and the survivors of the gathering place were just as excited. They were all militias, all militias who touched guns for less than a few days. Soldiers on the platform knew that they had seen it before during meal training, and even a few of them had spoken to the man, and the militias could do it here, and they were not jealous or despised, they knew that the man could do it, and they could do it.

The spectators hoped that they would kill the zombie, and they themselves hoped that the steel gun in their hands was tight, tight, and once, the palms were all sweaty, except that they were not given orders to send the bullet from the steel gun into the zombie's skull.

The militia on the platform was constantly retreating. This retreat was a tilt retreat. His end point was a long knife on the ground. In the crowd's shouts, the militia was again smashed to the ground, and the zombies also crashed into the air. The balance of the zombies was not weak. In three or two steps, the militia stood firm and reversed itself, throwing the knife at the militia again. The militia took the opportunity to hold the steel knife in its hand, and the knife slammed again on the shield with a loud sound. The militia burst the zombies with tearing hearts and lungs, seemingly leaking, and seemingly challenging.

Different militias, give the lower spectators a different feeling, they instantly feel that the distance between the militias and them is infinite, people are still that person, but it is no longer the person who was afraid to face the zombies before, when that person became fearless, they felt that the person became so strange, but did not prevent them from continuing to watch, no one shouted anymore, tens of thousands of people in the center quietly looking at the militias, hidden expectations in their hearts, they expect that ordinary people like them, can bring them a hopeful and hopeless hope.

The zombie jumped in front of the militia, waved his big paw and grabbed it, the militia's side steel shield covered his front, the paw scratched on the smooth shield, a floral mark, the militia arm loosened, the zombie rubbed the shield to the side, the militia crossed with the zombie, and the steel knife in his hand was severely cut between the waist of the zombie.

The muscles in the waist of the zombie were cut out of a large mouth by a sharp long knife, waiting for the zombie to stand. Many of the surrounding personnel clearly saw that a hint of black blood flowing slowly from the waist opening, the wound opening wide, the black muscles were exposed in the air. If the ordinary man had such a knife, he would have rolled his waist over the ground and screamed, but the zombie seemed to have no feeling, and would again face the nervous swallowing militia.

The strength of the zombie fell into the eyes of the people below. The wounds were not effective against the zombie. They gave rise to a fear that the zombie could not be warrior. There was a fear, only the people who were watching below, but did not include the militia above. Instead, he was not afraid of the heart, but rather a little excited.

The militia merely doubted whether they could kill the dead D-type zombie, but did not doubt whether the D-type zombie would kill or not. He had seen the killed D-type zombie, not gunned, but knifed in the hands of his comrades. First they joined the militia in the camp, three or two pairs of steel shields to squeeze the zombie, then chop it to death, then the strong D-type zombie, once surrounded, was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Although facing such a D-type zombie alone did not have the same gas as having a comrade beside him, he had been entangled with the zombie for such a long time, until now he had not been injured, but the zombie had been cut by him with a knife, which made him not as scared of the zombie as before, he had a shield, and for the first time he realized that the instructor was absolutely right that the shield was more worthy of his care than a woman, because the shield had saved him more than once.

The zombie continued to pounce on the militia, the militia let the zombie pass through the slope of the shield once more than once, more skilful than once. By the end, he had fully mastered the angle of the shield. Whatever direction the zombie came from, he could have let the zombie pass in the first place. At the same time, his long knife would have been cut on the back of the zombie, the militia caused damage to the zombie once more. At the beginning, someone screamed well, for a short time, the good person had collected his voice, the wounds on the back of the zombie were exhausted, even his spine was exposed outside. If he was a regular person, he didn't know how many times he had died, but even his speed had not slowed down a point.

In the face of such monsters, many people are already desperate, they do not think that D-type zombies can be killed by knives, despair is accompanied by a glimmer of hope, at least a good shield, although they cannot kill zombies, and zombies cannot eat them hiding behind shields.

At a time when the militia dodged, cut out, skilled, and drained a lot of strength, he remembered last night's raid training, once again letting the corpse pass, he bent over, and the long knife in his hand was severely split on the leg joint of the corpse, only one knife, the speed of the corpse was affected, that knife cut the muscle on the wrist of his leg, and the movement was no longer as flexible as before.

Of course, this is nothing to a zombie, who is never tired, never more painful, turns back and pounds again, this time, another knife on the previous wound, the zombie slashes. At the time of the forward shooting, the leg was limping and the limping made it impossible for it to stand steady at the first time. At this time, for the first time, the militia took the initiative to strike, the third knife was cut in the same position as the first two knives, and the blade flashed, not bouncing back as before, but flashing from the back of the leg of the corpse to the front of the leg.

The people holding their breath with their lips closed, opened their mouths and gasped together, performing a miracle in front of them, a great Jedi counterattack, the thighs of the corpse separated from its calves, the corpse was not a cow of one leg, it fell heavily on the ground.

ps; originally thought it was just a second edition of the main fingertip silver light to get something from entertainment, didn't think someone really admired my signature? It's sweaty!!! Well, people aren't encouraged to reward me for signing, uh... my signature can't even read it myself, and I don't seem to have the gift of practicing calligraphy.