Apocalypse Cockroach

Ultimately, the paratroopers did not squeeze everyone out of the lake, the gravel ground by the lake was not very solid, and the heavier tonnage of the paratroopers could easily get into it. At this point, the assault vehicle formed a loose semi-circle that surrounded everyone together with the two paratroopers.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the trolley, watching thousands of people surrounded by the lake, complex abnormality in their hearts, these people carried a bad head, they wanted to grab Xiaoqiang's boat, this is not allowed by Zhang Xiaoqiang, you know that there are still 100,000 people in the gathering place, the retreat is out of reach, the zombies will reach under the wall, the gathering place must be stable, once the riot, no one can run out.

In front of these thousands of people, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not really know how to handle it for a while. These people have not really rushed into the riverside shipyard yet. There is still room, after all, Zhang Xiaoqiang's soldiers were not killed or injured, and the equipment was not damaged, just...

Thinking about this, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but resent them. These people were too anxious. If he slowed down and waited for his support, he might be able to control the situation before there were no dead people. Now that the people are dead, the mouth is open. If the rest is not dealt with, it will bring fortune to others. Very momentarily, in the event of another mess, Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not guarantee that he had enough time to suppress.

Seeing the people in front of them, Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully measured them. Eventually, he did not find women in it. Women were relatively less motivated than men in the last generation. The injustices of the past made them a little self-inflicted, so even the two riots were men, and women did not participate.

In that case, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to use the lives of thousands of people in front of him as a tool to deter the gathering place. With Zhang Xiaoqiang's order, the hands of thousands of soldiers were a little trembling. The opposite was not a zombie, but a living person. They had not survived outside alone, had not experienced the final despair, had let them kill ten people, they could do it, had them kill a hundred people, they could do it, but had them kill thousands of people, and they might not.

With Zhang Xiaoqiang's firing order, all assault vehicles and paratrooper combat vehicles fired simultaneously, spraying countless bullets into a dense crowd, followed by intermittent firing sounds from infantry.

The sudden shooting stunned everyone, and the crowd standing by the lake didn't believe that they were actually going to shoot, and countless bullets were coming out of their peers behind them with massive amounts of blood, mist, for a time, the whole space was red, red through their eyes, until a bullet went into their chest.

Machine guns have always had the notoriety of battlefield meat grinders, large-calibre machine gun bullets can't even stand undead necropolises, not to mention humans, in the rays of blood, a piece of mutilated flesh rolled into the sky like a storm, the lake instantly became human hell, the dense crowd seemed to be the scarecrowd blown by the wind, crying and the shouting of bullets became the main melody of the lake, even overwhelming the dense gunshots.

More and more of the thousands of soldiers fired the first bullet, they couldn't see anything, there was a mist in front of them, all their faces and shadows were covered in blood mist, after firing the first bullet, their stiff fingers rejuvenated, the second bullet, the third bullet fired continuously, and more and more people joined the flesh and blood sonata.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently at the people who had fallen in front of him in the blood fog, had dynamic vision, and had super far vision. He could see more than anyone inside. In the flesh and blood flying zero, countless bullets were flowing from the perspective, and at the same time, he felt a stun in his brain. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not close his eyes this time, he kept looking, he saw that the first bullet tore three people to pieces of meat, which was a 12.7 mm bullet.

He saw two paratrooper combat vehicles spraying 7.62 mm machine gun bullets, compared to large calibre bullets that could easily tear the human body apart, and the shocking speed of the machine guns knocked down a row of people neatly, such as an invisible sickle harvesting the ear of life, and thousands of rifles spraying deadly bullets. Zhang Xiaoqiang was not sure if each rifle had fired, but the bullets of the rifle had caused more damage than the machine gun had caused.

Thousands of rifles form a barrage of hail that instantly punches dense crowds of sores through hundreds of holes, neat and dense fronts break apart instantaneously and hundreds of people crumble on the ground instantaneously. Blood fog blocked everyone's sight, they did not receive a ceasefire order and continued shooting. In the fog, countless people fell to the ground, except for some of the bodies that had been shot in the head by large calibre bullets, most of them retained their face before death, or were frightened, or angry, and many more were incredible, as if questioning their death at the last minute.

More and more people are falling, fewer and fewer people are standing, they are not running away, instead they are stupidly standing in place unable to move, at this moment their brains are empty, their eyes are nothing more than screaming and bloodshed, let countless pieces of blood splash on their faces, on their bodies, let countless pieces of meat guts, lay carpets around them, they have been completely scared, they can no longer do anything, they can stand there stubbornly until they become part of the corpse's flaming flesh.

The bloody fog in the sky is temporarily hard to dissipate, like a millennial demon, looping back by the lake, covering this human hell, devouring the suffering soul of the dead, countless bullets breaking into the bloody fog, high-speed flying bullets leaving a burning smell on the bloody fog, fewer and fewer people standing, most bullets falling empty, dyeing a deep red lake behind, or lifting a piece of crushed meat on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was able to see everything in the blood mist. He knew that most of the bullets had fallen empty, but he had not ordered a ceasefire. At this moment, he was also foolish. Although, at this moment, his face showed ruthlessness and killing, there was an astonishing wave in his heart.

He had thought that killing thousands of people would be a quick and stable place to gather, that would deter all those with bad feelings from having any more thoughts, and that all survivors would cooperate with them like sheep.

But he didn't think that the scene of thousands of people being shot was so tragic, that he had killed a lot of people, just in the gathering place, and he had killed hundreds of them himself, of whom the dead were extremely crippled and not without them, 300 people had lost their heads just because of one of his orders, or twice, thinking that they had been grinded to the hearts and minds of iron stones, but he didn't think that when he saw the slaughterhouse of thousands of bodies, he was scared, thousands of bloody bodies exceeded his limits.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the countless corpses in front of him and dyed the ground into deep red. When he thought about it, these people died because of one of their orders. As if he heard the cries of countless unjust souls echoing in his ear, the gunfire did not stop. The bullet continued to lift a piece of dirt with blood and meat on the ground's corpse. More complete corpses were also torn apart by large-calibre bullets.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, pressed all the excess thoughts and obstacles at the bottom of his heart, and raised his right arm vigorously. The next second, all heavy machine guns stopped, and the gunfire slowly disappeared. Soon, the blood mist scattered over the sky, and countless incomplete corpses appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The people in the distance were blocked by thousands of soldiers, unable to see the blood by the lake, but the soldiers could see clearly, there was bloody fog when shooting, they could only see one person screaming, or falling, or being torn apart, but no one could keep them awake when the blood fog spread and everything was clearly in their eyes, as silly as Zhang Xiaoqiang before them.

The previous gunshots were silent by the lake, no one made a noise, just watched them hand made human blood prison, the body by the lake stretched from the shore of the lake into the lake, the bodies were stale, cumulative, a stack of crosses, formed a hill with blood fountains, some of which were lucky not to die for a moment, creeping in the heap of corpses, the crying noise was indispensable, more than the previous flood, the qi was weak, seemed to be doing the final struggle.