Apocalypse Cockroach

Going up to the wall, the result of the overnight battle was across the river. Countless corpses smelled like corpses, making people smell disgusting. However, these days, they smelled this smell every day fighting. Zhang Xiaoqiang was not as fumigated as before to find the north and south. Of course, Tianxiang did not mean that Zhang Xiaoqiang was used to smelling. He was smoked by the smell of corpses there. Zhang Xiaoqiang Lian stepped back, turned around and threw up a few bites of fresh water towards the gathering place.

After vomiting, Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the tears that seeped in his eyes. “Fortunately, I haven't had breakfast, or I'll eat them for nothing..."

Beneath the mountain are the rivers of corpses, the whole river is covered with zombies, countless corpses stretch from the foot of the mountain to the fence, and there are many zombies on the fence. After the first layer was completely defeated, a stack of zombies raised the four-metre-high fence by more than six meters. Some zombies have begun to rot, and the rotting corpse smells straight into the wall. On these corpses, countless men dressed in clothes carry tools to remove a zombie corpse from the fence.

The people below were clearing the wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the wall and looked at them. Although their identities were different, Zhang Xiaoqiang, like them, surrounded his nose with cloth strips. Obviously, everyone was afraid of the smell of corpses.

There are not only corpses on the wall, there are countless corpses trampled on broken bones that cannot die for a moment, struggle in vain. These corpses are hidden under layers of bodies, until they show up, expose their fangs to those around them, make intimidation, shout, and then all kinds of iron hoes fall on their spiritual covers.

Whenever a half-dead corpse is revealed, it goes without saying, the surrounding crowd is all up front, all kinds of iron shovel iron rods, the hoe rake will knock on the top of the corpse's head, unconsciously, the survivors below are no longer as scared as before when clearing the remaining corpses, sometimes there is good luck of the corpse, pressed down, no injuries, when they climb up, the surrounding crowd does not run away, holding the guy shouting to kill the corpse stick.

Seeing these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded himself, the people below can be useful. If you find a safe foothold, rear them for a while, thousands of elites who can kill their enemies with cold weapons will come out.

Cleaning up zombies is a dangerous and disgusting task, and at first nobody wants to talk, they bury their heads and wait until later, more and more people are unable to bear this repression, and one of them speaks for himself.

“When will all these corpses be cleaned up? Many on the wall, more in the middle of the river, and mountains piled across the river, so many zombies better have tens of thousands, I don't know how to fight the black light last night...”

The man, 25 years old, was as hungry as the rest of the world, beneath his ragged sleeves, a slender pair of arms like hemp bars holding a wooden rake and raking the corpse beneath his feet outside the wall.

“You can count, I don't know how you got tens of thousands. There are tens of thousands of bodies under our feet, tens of thousands by the river more than 10 meters wide. There are hundreds of thousands of dead mountains over there. Don't tell me you dropped out in second grade...”

The person around him added sarcasm to his tone, and this person was not in a hurry, but was frightened by the words of others:

“Be a good boy, hundreds of thousands. If I had put it here, it would have bloodbathed already. Luckily, those things are no longer human...”

The people who cleared the zombies underneath were a little more active, they mumbled on the walls, listened to the people who exchanged their opinions, Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to the people's gossip, looked at the zombies on the river a little rushed, the zombies rot quickly, before long the zombies will become a pile of white bones, but the river has been filled with white bones, if the zombies come back before the bridge is repaired, they cannot expect the river to become a stop for the zombies again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply powerless about the river, which he could not see even the water flowers for several kilometers. The river was outside the wall, and he would not dare to demolish the wall, let the excavator and other construction vehicles go outside the wall to clear the river course.

Unthinkable, Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed his eyes at the dead mountain in front of him, trying to find a way to level the dead mountain, at least to clear out the shooting range, the dead mountain to really become a small mountain range, from the mountain peak to the foot of the mountain, the zombies stacked up, countless claws and calves like the vegetation of the mountain, densely and numbly scattered between the dimensions in the dead mountain, where occasionally white bone, rotten ink green solution flowed between white bones.

The peaks of the dead mountains are slightly flat, countless zombies fall in different positions, such as the old trees of the mussels, the disk roots are crossed, and countless other zombies are twisting in the middle, these zombies are broken legs, not dead for a moment, for the final struggle, these unlucky bastards abandoned by the Z-shaped zombies are no longer a threat, leaving even a bullet on the side of the gathering place unwilling to waste, leaving them to struggle in the pile.

Down from the peak, the mountain widened, and at the foot of the mountain, layers of zombies piled up the ground three or five meters high, of which half-dead zombies were everywhere, a twisting half-dead zombie was like a black maggot.

Almost fifteen meters of cadaver mountain is a kan in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. Too many cadavers die is not a good thing. Numerous corpses not only affect the cadaver sea, but also the gathering place. At the very least, their range is unknown and they can only shoot the cadavers in the vicinity. Once the cadaver tide has pushed them nearby, it means they are most likely to be drummed down by the cadavers, which is the most dangerous.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed softly, which gave him too much headache. If the gathering place did not have enough gasoline, he had the heart to burn down the whole dead mountain.

As it happens, not only Zhang Xiaoqiang is in the heart, but the survivors of the zombie cleanup below are also in the heart.

“You said the bodies on the walls would be cleared and thrown away, but what about the zombies down there? The whole bar is filled. If we go down there and clean it up, how long will it take? ”

When a man suddenly says this, no one else speaks. The environment on the wall is so bad that they want to die, they can clean up the wall and replace it with 10 kg of rice is their limit. If they go down below to clean up the zombies and give them more rice, they will only feel worse than dead.

“What do you care so much about? We just need to do what's right in front of us. We shouldn't worry about what's wrong. That's what we should think about, be aware of who we are. ”

A man said that, pulled a corpse under his feet to the wall, kicked it down, his face was shady as ink, he was not a fool, naturally knew that the corpse would come back, the wall might not be able to stop it in any way, the wall could not stop it, they could not live, the thought upset, simply complained about the guy who wore it through.

Silence again below, each doing his own work, only some people's hearts are alive, the zombies will come back, this is what it is said above, before the zombies come back, the gathering place and the Second World War of the zombies will have an empty stop, in the middle of this gap, there is a time difference, no more zombies can fill all 100 miles, if luck, always avoid the vanguard of the zombies, whether good or not, a small life can at least be preserved.

Some people think about escaping from the gathering place, others work in silence, they don't want to think about it, they just want to earn hard rice to feed themselves, and even if they die, they can be left to die anyway.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw this place and knew there was no way to stay. He was really tired and turned to go back to the camp to get some sleep. Others said later. At this time, a sentence came from behind the wall to stop him.

“We have a little trench there, smaller than this river, almost filled with all kinds of stones, the largest is the size of a small car, the smallest is the size of a fist, one summer flood erupted, the flood will roll those stones down, if there can be a flood here, maybe the bodies below don't need to be cleaned up, they will be rolled away by the flood...”

The person who said this did not know how impressed he was with Zhang Xiaoqiang. The following people were still talking:

“Think beautifully. It hasn't rained in half a year. What can you do if it does? The water network here is dense, even heavy rain like the previous year, it is not possible to form flash floods, flash floods, flash floods, it is only by the trenches of the mountains, there is no mountain here...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cared about those people, turned to the camp, the walking room was a little anxious, with some small runs, Zhang Xiaoqiang was reminded, thought of a way to clear the river...