Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned when he heard Munpei's words. He killed thousands of people during the day. He didn't think much. There was only one thought. Don't let the other 100,000 people make a scene. Thousands of people he could hold back. 100,000 people, nobody could hold back. He had to use thousands of people's blood to scare the 100,000 people, let them know what happened to the scene.

The real start of the wild thinking is that after the killing, the accumulation of thousands of corpses and large piles of corpses hit him and his men's hearts tremendously. Even if Zhang Xiaoqiang killed more people himself, he couldn't bear it. Besides, many of his men were the first to kill, so Zhang Xiaoqiang went to comfort his men for the first time with a woman, only hoping that they would recover as soon as possible to cope with the arrival of the zombie.

However, the blood of thousands of people let Zhang Xiaoqiang make a decision. He decided to take all the rest of them out, 100,000 people were eaten by zombies. What kind of disaster, besides, how many zombies can 100,000 people turn into evolutionary zombies, and how many evolutionary zombies can become type 2, type 3?

Thousands of people's blood rivers have also made Zhang Xiaoqiang understand the most cruel laws of the late life. In the battle between man and zombie, it is preferred that the population die in the hands of mankind itself and not be left to zombies. The population itself is a resource for the development of zombies. Any person who is eaten by zombies is an enemy.

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't kill 100,000 people, so he had to carry these population transfers. Likewise, he had to buy the greatest amount of time for population transfers. Maybe tomorrow will be the last known time.

“I didn't think about it before I killed them, really, just because they were zombies, after I killed them, I realized I was wrong, that people could never compare to zombies, seeing so many bodies, always asking themselves, is that really what I do? Did I really kill these people? ”

Zhang XiaozhengShen returned as if he had seen countless corpses floating in the blood river. He spontaneously said his thoughts at that time. Zhang Xiaoqiang's words surprised Munpei. Isn't the man in front of him a habitual bloodthirst? How can these thoughts be, or does this man not want her to be the hero she imagines?

“Speaking of which, don't you not believe that if you killed me a year ago, I wouldn't believe that I would walk to this day and not believe that I would kill thousands of people, in this end of life, kill so many people at once, and I'm the only one in the whole world? …. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said this, I really don't know what it feels like. In the end of the world, there was not much left of the population. Although he was killed for reasons related to saving 100,000 people, he himself understood that in the end it was for himself, 100,000 people were not the reason. Before that, he thought to give up, it was the thousands of blood that woke him up.

Muppet looked strangely at Zhang Xiaoqiang. In the short time since coming in, Zhang Xiaoqiang's emotions had changed several times. She was very unstable, her eyes were harsh from time to time, and sometimes sharp. At this moment, she was confused. If Zhang Xiaoqiang had not thought clearly and spoken in a separate manner, she would have thought that the man in front of her was a madman.

Speaking of his thoughts after the murder, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly wanted to drink, got up and walked to the side of Xuan Pei Pei Pei. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly walked to her side. Xuan Pei Pei stood up scared and quickly pulled away from Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored Xuan Pei's nervousness. To be precise, he ignored it directly. He sat down under the bed for half a day looking for an ancient black pottery wine cylinder.

Seeing the cylinder, Munpei Pei was a little surprised. She wasn't someone she didn't know. What kind of things she hadn't seen. As soon as she saw the cylinder in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, she knew it wasn't easy, "Tap...” Zhang Xiaoqiang broke open the mud seal and the whole tent suddenly had a strong nose.

The aroma is intense but not choking, and the tiny nose of Muppet can smell the distant precipitation of the fragrance, it is the precipitation of history, just smell the fragrance, Muppet's whole spirit is vibrated, the heart secretly said: "Centennial wine. ”

“My people found it, said it was antiquity, I don't know how much it was worth, said it was put in the past, at least a few hundred thousand can be sold, but these things are cheap for me... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself holding a large 30-kg wine cylinder. He was disturbed by the trouble caused by the curtain pepper. He only wanted to drink and didn't want to think about the distractions anymore.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's liquor, Xuanpei put her mind to it. As deputy director of reception, she had a good amount of liquor. She knew that it was the best place to talk on the wine table. What would it be like to have Zhang Xiaoqiang nod her head and let the women's barracks take down the fence?

“This is a rare century-old fennel, cockroach brother doesn't mind, let me taste the bar with you? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang only wanted to drink two sips, unwind the happy knot, but heard the words of Curtain Pei. He looked up to see the bright and clear eyes of Curtain Pei. He nodded uncomfortably.

Shou Pei Pei is a master in alcohol, basically just to get a drink. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not drink alcohol before. He touched three or two glasses of alcohol with Shou Pei Pei, and when the liquor went down, he started talking more. Many of the depressed words in his heart did not speak voluntarily.

Zhang Xiaoqiang used to be a small figure, a socially excluded residential man, self-defensive to one side of the small world, waiting until the end of his life, in order to survive, he was forced to live and die to this day, countless times, to let him slowly transition from a residential man to a superior, only Zhang Xiaoqiang himself knew the difficulties.

Zhang Xiaoqiang can walk to this day, in addition to strength is luck, there is also a resolute, sometimes the mind will hesitate, has succeeded, has also made mistakes, he is not a reckless, talented person, the more his power, the more pressure he is under, a lot of times, he wonders, if he can't stay in the base, what will it look like? At least, he doesn't have to face a million zombies.

Unconsciously, Zhang Xiaoqiang said more and more words. Apart from his secrets, he said almost everything he experienced before and after the end of his life.

When he heard Zhang Xiaoqiang tell his story, it was as if he was listening to a legendary story, a resident man, or a young resident man, who was able to survive steadily and securely in the first three months after his death, or in the city, which is a miracle in itself. You know, survival in the city and survival in the gathering place are two concepts.

Zhang Xiaoqiang said his fear after killing a zombie for cabbage, the excitement after finding food, and the fear of a mutant beast for the first time. Everything, Zhang Xiaoqiang naturally said, the more he listened, the brighter his eyes, because Zhang Xiaoqiang revealed to her another world, the world of a zombie and the world of a mutant beast.

The people in the gathering area do not know much about the outside, and no one can like Zhang Xiaoqiang. In addition to training, all that remains is to appreciate the zombies as entertainment. Zhang Xiaoqiang can raise the mysterious veil of the zombies through his close observation of the zombies, which in itself is a remarkable achievement, which also lays a solid foundation for Zhang Xiaoqiang to seek to survive in the future wilderness.

Listening to Zhang Xiaoqiang's statement, Zhang Xiaoqiang drank a glass of Fenjiu. Zhang Xiaoqiang's experience was stronger than anything else. Zhang Xiaoqiang drank while talking, slower than Zhang Xiaoqiang drank when he only drank and didn't speak. Unconsciously, two or three kilograms of white wine were consumed by two people, the majority of which were consumed by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has evolved a few times, the volume of alcohol has also risen, a kilo of white wine underneath the belly, apart from feeling the redness of the white jade on the face in front of the scene, there are no other side effects, just want to talk, from the chicken farm to the hot spring base, from the hot spring base to a fire to burn 100,000 corpses, even Zhang Xiaoqiang tells the story of two unheard machine gunmen, can hear the scene pepper eyes with different colors, the pouring of alcohol is getting faster.

Both are evolutionists. The average white wine may be three or five bottles, but the century-old fennel is different. The white wine crashes into the bottle, one kilo a bottle, how much it drank. A few bottles naturally know that the large wine cylinder containing thirty kilos of white wine cannot be seen. The horizon in the cylinder slowly drops, and the eyes of the two people become more and more distracted...