Apocalypse Cockroach

At this point, Li Ji knew that the crisis had reached the end, the wall still fought. Under the wall, more than a thousand people held a knife shield to surround the zombie, and the tall zombie was walking towards the inside of the gathering area. When he saw this, Li Ji also did not know whether to withdraw first or fight first. To be honest, he really had no confidence in his rookie ministry, and he did not know how much to shoot.

Without confidence in the people below, Li Ji had no confidence in himself, and even less in tens of thousands of men. He was not thinking about order at the moment. Although he had frightened those people by blowing up the bridge, once the zombies arrived, even if the atomic bomb was crossed on the bridge, those people would not go wrong. Once tens of thousands of people had nothing to worry about, he could never hold back.

Having Zhang Huai 'an cross the bridge first is a kind of test. If Zhang Huai 'an passes, then he can also pass in the name of protecting Zhang Huai 'an, without having to insist on defending it in this dead place.

Zhang Huai 'an was different from Li Ji's imagination. Zhang Huai 'an retrieved his eyes from the dead bodies in the distance. He grabbed Li Ji's horn and walked to the men...

“The walls are broken, but the warriors are not dead, you are alive, and there is only one way behind you, even if you take your hand. It's not necessarily your turn to pass, and there are my warriors on the other side, and they won't let you pass.

I know that none of you want to die, and I tell you that no one wants to die, and I tell you that the more you fear death, the faster you die, the more you have two paths, one is the bridge being blown up, and you are waiting to be eaten by those things, and there is no life.

There is another way to rush up with a weapon, block the gap, nine die one live, which one do you choose... ”

Once Zhang Huai 'an said this, the men took three steps back at the same time. It was like the frenzy was drank and retreated by Zhang Huai 'an. Tens of thousands of people were drank and retreated by themselves. Zhang Huai 'an suddenly laughed.

A laugh began to sound strange tens of thousands of people ago. Zhang Huai 'an laughed more than just laughing, tears streaming down his eyes. Half a second, his horn pointed at the men in front of him and yelled:

“You're not even afraid of machine guns and bullets, are you afraid of zombies? There are 40,000 of you, less than 2,000 of us fighting under the wall, and you're willing to trade your lives for a chance to cross the bridge first, but you're not willing to trade your own lives for a chance to cross the bridge together?

You're all cowards. You're castrated without eggs. Can you escape for a lifetime? There are zombies everywhere, even if you escape, can you live like bears?

Today, our warriors are fighting for your lives, they are dead, who will protect you behind your asses, don't tell me that you want to be on your own, you are a bunch of ungrateful little people, don't even want to fight for a chance to survive, just want to escape, the world is full of zombies, where can you escape... ”

Zhang Huai 'an was uncomfortable with what Li Ji said. Why didn't he try to escape without a war? However, only he knew about this, but he could not do anything to block it, but there was a chance, who was willing to make it to the dead?

Zhang Huai 'an looked at the silent group of people no longer said much. He went to a place wrapped in tarpaulin. Li Ji also greeted several people and ran away, pulling the rope and pulling back. His two guards rushed forward.

More than a dozen people pulled the rope together and slowly pulled down the tarpaulin covering the material. When the huge tarpaulin was pulled off the ground, countless cold iron utensils were exposed to everyone's eyes.

They are all steel knives and shields, a bundle of steel knives neatly piled up into hills like tied wheat, with countless steel shields mixed together. There are more than one pile of materials covered in tarpaulin, more than ten piles of materials pulled all the tarpaulin, more than ten piles of materials are all cold weapons, large knife steel shield a lot, more are countless simple spears.

The sound of death in the distance shook heaven, a tall evolutionary zombie like the demon god was born, an ant like warrior rushed up, and like a fly, the zombie was shot halfway up, falling more than ten meters away to the bones and flesh, Zhang Huai 'an seemed unable to see the fierce physical struggle in the distance, dry hands untied the first button, his coat collar down, untied his shirt, a handful of it fell hard on the ground, revealing his lean chest.

Zhang Huai 'an threw his clothes on the floor, picked up the knife shield, looked back at the dense and numb head not far away, waved the weight of the knife on the shield and sent out “When...” Ground sounds.

Once, twice, three times, Zhang Huai 'an looked at the distant crowd, his eyes were hollow, and his hollow pupils seemed to have two flames. He looked at the tens of thousands of men in front of him, knocking on the shield one at a time, and the warriors behind him looked at him and threw away the gun together, while picking up the knife shield, knocking on the shield with a knife, making a metal sound with a strong rhythm, like a drum of war.

Li Ji saw Zhang Huai 'an naked his skinny spine, knocked out a sound with a knife shield and a slight resolute sound of war. At the same time, his eyes became sour. He seemed to return to the sworn congress. He held a finger with red blood in the middle of the meeting room and yelled out loud. Immediately, the blood rushed off his head. Zhang was not afraid. What was he afraid of, he was just a dead man? Chang is dead, he survived, didn't he get shot by a cockroach brother? Li Ji also dropped a rifle on the ground, picked up a knife shield, and hit it repeatedly, while waiting for his fierce eyes to sweep at the men panicking in the distance. “Dead, I'm dead. You won't be able to live alone. All of you will be buried with Li Ji.”

“What are you waiting for? Waiting to be torn to pieces? ”

The rhythm of Lizzie's striking shield echoed the rhythm of others, emitting an astonishing war, and suddenly shouting, shocking all the men in front of him.

The men in front of him were bolder. Otherwise, they would not face hundreds of rifles and want to move forward. They looked at Zhang Huai 'an with thin bones, but with a straight spinal bone. They looked at the determination and courage in his eyes. They looked at the warriors in front of them who had forgotten to fight the corpses. They looked aside and looked at their women with stupidity.

One of the men suddenly drank loudly, walked out of the team, picked up a knife and a shield, consciously stood behind Zhang Huai 'an, with a knife to strike the shield, and the man did not think of any great significance. He felt that the zombies ate him with his nest, so he might as well die in battle, maybe cut one or two more.

“What are you waiting for? I can't get past it... The bridge is only open to women. Are you guys guys guys still trying to hide your heads in women's crotches... ”

Li Ji again shouted loudly, as he shouted, the knife shield crossed again, making a heavy metal noise, and synthesized with the rest, deeply deterring the men's hearts.

“I'm a man, I've grown eggs... ”

A man couldn't stand the drum of war, his eyes were red, his blood was hot, he just felt the heat in his heart was going to blow him up, when he couldn't care less, he heard the metal noise of the knife shield crossing, something hidden in his blood seemed to be resurrected, he wanted to fight, kill enemies, even want to leave blood...

The man pulled off the broken clothes on his body and walked forward. Behind the man, three dressed men followed him, while behind the three men came out more than a dozen men, and then dozens of men came out and walked toward those knife spears. Behind them, more people moved stupidly.

Tens of thousands of people formed a huge flood clogged the bridge, and from the flood, a stream was constantly divided into new floods in front of the weapons heap. The sound of the knife shield crossing was united from more than a dozen sounds to more than a thousand sounds, such as the bell drum. Though the sound is no longer as neat as it was, the sound of thousands of knives knocking on thousands of shields creates an alarming storm that will cover the entire bridge and countless others.