Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not manage Wang Le's face suddenly turned cloudy, instructed Wang Le to take out the gasoline they had buried in the trap in the center of the gathering place, all turned into incendiary bombs, and looked back at the other side of the corpse.

Just as he talked to Wang Le, the corpse of the zombie almost covered the white bone on the opposite bank, countless zombies no longer walked on the white bone, but on the same kind of corpse, far away the black-pressed zombie sea also seemed to start preparing to start.

The sea of zombies was moving, only Zhang Xiaoqiang and a few people could see it. The others were attracted by the scattered attacks. The sea of zombies was like mountains and walls, slowly pressed up step by step. Two kilometers of land was swallowed up by the black tide, and the ground slowly disappeared, replacing the countless dark corpses.

The zombie moved slowly two kilometers away, walking steadily, so that the shooting crew could not feel the zombie moving. As the zombie advanced from two kilometers away to a point five kilometers, many people responded. Suddenly the heart tightened, the speed of shooting accelerated again, and the stormy bullet fluorescence flew towards the scattered zombies.

The zombie sea is still steadily advancing, countless zombies are diverted from the zombie sea, supplemented by consumed zombies floating forward, boundless, deep sea of corpses like a huge cellar, slowly moving towards the wall, moving between, countless little black dots scattered from the cellar, first one step towards the gathering place, like countless bees searching for pollen nectar.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were constantly staring at the slow-moving corpse sea. The slow movement of the corpse sea put a lot of pressure on them. He almost bent Zhang Xiaoqiang's upright back. Zhang Xiaoqiang's yellow spring beside him issued various combat orders, while looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang, waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang's order to open fire.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the infinite corpse sea in the distance and felt that it was the ancient demonic army that was facing him. Countless warriors on the two walls beside him were waiting for the final showdown. Although countless warriors were with him, he felt no sense of security, as if he had stood alone in the wilderness and waited silently for the demonic sea to submerge him.

Gunshots, shouts, and sand moving across the zombie sea twisted halfway across the sky, forming a wave of intense death, laying the heavens and the earth against the center of the gathering place, and then suddenly spread out, causing every survivor who heard the wave to burst into color.

When the zombie sea approached a kilometer, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and stared at Huang Quan. Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at Huang Quan with serious eyes. He nodded heavily, and Huang Quan bowed his head, giving orders to the heavy artillery group to wait for.

“Boom Lung...”

Artillery bursts, shells pull a long whistle in the sky, several giant fireballs erupt in the sea of corpses, nitrogen smoke, dozens of corpses fly into the sky in the light, like scattered shelves, several pieces fall around, fireballs extinguish, nitrogen smoke does not disperse, dozens of meters of blanks have been cleared from the place of self-explosion, countless corpses have been ripped off by the air, more corpses are like seawater reflux, in just seconds the gap will be filled, all fallen corpses are trampled under the feet of other corpses.

Each shell can tear up dozens of zombies, tear up hundreds of zombies, and each shell can kill nearly 200 zombies. Unfortunately, it has little effect on more than a million corpses, like throwing a stone into the calm lake, even if the stone is bigger, the waves will dissipate at a few points.

Of course, large-calibre artillery shells are not of any use. At least let the carcass advance while falling a large number of troops. Within a kilometre, the carcass is still a few minutes, at least 100 artillery shells explode in it. The shrapnel and airwaves of 100 artillery shells explode, causing the loss of nearly 10,000 carcasses in the sea, and the carcasses of the airwaves are trampled to death by the foot of 10,000 carcasses in the sea. If Zhang Xiaoqiang had enough artillery, the battlefield would have been smaller. Perhaps, the sea of carcasses would have been killed before approaching the wall.

With only five artillery shells, only 300 rounds of artillery per artillery, a little more cannon shells, and only 900 76mm high explosive shells, Zhang Xiaoqiang also expected to destroy Z-shaped zombies with these shells. At this time, the artillery was fired solely to boost the morale of the team. After five minutes of artillery fire, the artillery was silenced again, while the sea of zombies continued to flood towards the wall.

The artillery fire was not completely useless, and the sea of zombies finally stopped spreading scattered zombies, adjusted as they proceeded to form a whole against the wall. Perhaps those Z-shaped zombies also realized that scattered zombies had little effect on the wall, and when the number could not form an absolute advantage, they would only be destroyed by each.

One footprint of the zombie sea came to the wall, soldiers on the first floor of the wall were a little chilly, their walls were only four meters long, traces of the last battle remained under the wall, countless white barriers were built into a slope, the end of the slope was the wall head, in case those zombies approached, the zombies would wash up along the slope, no moat, no cover, they would never last long, from time to time looked up at the wall behind them, hoping that the commanders above could get them to retreat early.

As the zombies approached a distance of 800 metres, all 12.7 mm heavy machine guns fired simultaneously, one hundred and forty huge light chains spread horizontally, creating a mesh covering several kilometres on the battlefield. As long as the mesh rubbed slightly, the zombies wanted to be hit by a bullet in ceramic and scattered in pieces.

More than a hundred heavy machine guns are like ploughheads that can stretch indefinitely. In the tide of the corpse, a trench is plowed out that cannot be filled. Zhang Xiaoqiang, standing on the wall, is fired by more than a hundred heavy machine guns. The turbulent heart fluctuations cannot be suppressed. More than a hundred long light chains set off a tsunami-like wave in the sea of corpses. Countless corpses are turned into debris. They are wound up in the middle of the sky and fall. At the same time, new fragments fly over the middle of the sky again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think to look at the metal tide caused by more than a hundred heavy machine guns. He stared at the corpse, the metal storm in the tide of the corpse was like a thick rain screen, covering the top of the head of the corpse sea, the corpse seemed to be infinite, as long as the bullet unfolded, the corpse flew, then, Zhang Xiaoqiang sharp gaze found that the corpse seemed unstoppable tide had collapsed, on a neat and dense horizon, countless huge gaps appeared in the corpse sea, although the corpse sea was still filling constantly, but the rate of filling could not keep up with the speed at which they were suppressed, the corpse finally began to break into pieces, some places, the corpse was suppressed slowly backwards, some places because of the mesh of fire, and the large army began to move forward.

At a time when the tide of the sea of zombies had spread and countless zombies had flocked towards the wall, and many more had been suppressed by heavy machine guns, most people breathed a breath in their hearts, giving them a chance to break each other as long as the zombies were not all put on.

Seeing that the tide head of the zombie sea was suppressed, Zhang Xiaoqiang was comfortable in his heart, it was just a pity, because to weave firepower, many places could not be taken into account, the zombie tide head was divided into three parts, over a distance of 600 meters here towards the wall, although they allowed nearly half of the zombie sea to be inched, but could not stop the other half.

Even if only half the tide of corpses poured against the wall, the pressure faced by the warriors on the wall had not diminished. Don't say half, even if only half of them were warriors on the wall ten times more. Compared to previous times, even if the front line was filled with only 10,000 corpses, it was completely different from the heavens and the earth.

Just when the musketeer was anxious, there was more than a dozen muffled sounds on the wall, "All clear... ”

The long-awaited 82mm mortar was finally fired. This time, the 82mm mortar was supplemented by more than 4,000 shells. The sky swept through more than a dozen dark shadows, bursting with fire, countless black smoke rose and circled from the tide of the corpse, under a black sky stained with nitrous smoke, the tide of the corpse slowed and the corpse fell into pieces.

ps; the flowers are still 32 pieces short, send 15 chapters when the whole number is collected