Apocalypse Cockroach

When the morning sun was shining over the earth, all the camps in the Wolf Riding Camp were extinguished with open flames, sparking a faint green smoke, a captured vehicle, a horse captured, and a bundle of recovered guns gathered in the makeshift camp where Zhang Xiaoqiang was located.

Four hours of sleep for Zhang Xiaoqiang. Standing on the roof of the car, looking out at the sunny town and the smoky coke camp.

With the exception of the camp that Joe was dealing with, the other two were all devoured by fire. Zhang Xiaoqiang feared that the arms had not been accidentally detonated. Hundreds of scorched-black curly bodies were scattered throughout the camp. Ninety per cent of the tents and supplies were burned, and no more than 100 were found alive, most of them with burns of either magnitude or small size.

More than thirty of these men, all of them remnants of the Lycan camp, the rest were Han women who had been lucky enough to escape a robbery, three camps, the total number of women rescued reached more than two hundred, all of them seriously traumatized physically and mentally, even the familiar uniforms worn by the soldiers around them could not bring them a sense of security.

Zhang Xiaoqiang deplored the group of women, who, after experiencing the horrors caused by the zombies, were also tortured by the Mongolians. Their whole lives had been ruined, and even if they could recover, they did not know how many years later.

A soldier wears greased burn pills on these women, and women seem completely disgraced, numb and staring at them naked. Soldiers wearing ointment on their bodies were not treated so well by the burned wolf flag around them, and their necks were rubbed by indifferent soldiers.

The number of Mongolians captured, not counting the more than two hundred burned, held their heads in their hands, knelt honestly on the ground of rough gravel and greeted their unknown destiny with a grueling mood.

In the distant towns, people have come out and looked this way far behind the trenches, but they dare not cross the trenches and barbed wire.

Seeing those people, Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored them. When all the seized materials were piled up on the bus, the long-distance convoy started and went directly to the town.

Zhao Jun sat beside Zhang Xiaoqiang, bowed his head and listened to Zhang Xiaoqiang's instructions, but his heart was extremely excited. Zhang Xiaoqiang carried him through the miracle, especially Zhang Xiaoqiang and Mei two men killed the entire right wing of the Wolf Flag Army Ministry. You know, through their interrogation, the Ministry had more than one battalion of troops, a direct guard company, a logistics transport company, a reconnaissance company and a military field hospital.

Zhang Xiaoqiang used gasoline barrels as a weapon and burned 800 enemies into flying ash. If he didn't even dare to think about it, this time Zhang Xiaoqiang was ready to show up to force the survivors of the town. Wu Dang had let Zhang Xiaoqiang down twice. He no longer expected to cooperate with Wu Dang, treating this kind of idiot, it was useless to say more reason, and finally it was up to him to speak by force.

“Brother Cockroach, we found a flag with the Golden Wolf Head printed on it, it was found in a raid camp by the Joe Squad, and it says the 2nd Battalion of the Right Wing in Mongolian. I think the full name of the Wolf Flag Army should be called the Golden Wolf Flag. I think we were confused by the Golden Left and Right Flags. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded, thinking in his heart, with the blood wolf, black wolf, blue wolf, then the headquarters called Golden Wolf is right, but the Four Wolves flag doesn't feel right, what should be missed.

“I've heard before that on the prairie, white wolves are worshipped by nomads, isn't it? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang remembers reading the legend of the white wolf in a book. In addition, the famous people on the prairie often claim to be descendants of the wolves, that is, the wolves' heirs, and the white wolves are the heads of the wolves.

Zhao Jun obviously did not have much research on the history of the famous minority. He was stunned when asked. After a half day of thinking, he was uncertain and said:

“I have seen a lot of decorations with the image of white wolves, but I haven't really seen them. The wolves on the Inner Mongolian prairie were killed decades ago, and now only the outside world... ”

Zhang Xiao Johnton was somewhat discouraged and felt they had no common language with Zhao Jun. At this time, they also reached the trenches outside the town. The guns of the two infantry tanks had been aimed at the town. Twelve assault vehicles were lined up, twelve mortars were erected in the most prominent places, and a group of soldiers carrying 40 rocket launchers walked around in front of the artillery position.

The man who had previously looked behind the trenches had long disappeared, and the trenches dug along the town stretched more than a few miles, two metres wide, and two metres deep enough to block the movement of any vehicle, not to mention the dense and numb barbed wire and obstacles behind the trenches, some of which were semi-shielded with concrete.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the work inside, and countless eyes looked this way, he didn't care, let the warrior behind him bring a Mongolian with a belt strapped to his hands.

The Mongolians were not clear about the situation. They were lucky not to have been shot at the first time. There was little resistance. They were taken to the trench and looked at the town obediently. Then, a sharp military knife wiped their neck, causing them to roll blood in the trench while they were spraying.

Two hundred people were bloody killed in front of the battle, and the eyes in the lookout changed from alert to frightened. Hundreds of bodies filled the trenches with part of the boss. Then the infantry chariot burst into action, pressed the corpses through the trenches, and three layers of wire were crushed under the wheels by armoured vehicles. There was no unintended resistance, and over a hundred men suddenly burst out of dozens of burrows into the town behind them.

Infantry tanks chased behind these people, did not fire, and the driver of the tank was ordered not to fire until the other side had fired, so the two sides became in a cooperating position, one running after the other, to the obstacle stacked with dirt walls, those deserters shouted, the guards on the wall did not put down the cradle, just watching the tanks and assault vehicles continue to follow in horror.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood behind the front and watched the chariot smoothly get to the front of the dirt wall. In the panic escape of the people in front of him, one of them hit the dirt wall. Apparently, they were not ordered to open fire, and they used to hit it. Only a piece of dust burst out of the noise. The crowd on the wall jumped in panic, and the wall suddenly collapsed...

Walking on a quiet long street, Zhang Xiaoqiang endured all kinds of smells, the garbage on the street had piled up into the mountains, and the street alley was full of shit and urine. A strong man stood in the street in frustration in the garbage, and all kinds of weapons in their hands had been collected on accompanying vehicles.

A pair of eyes hidden behind the building door with infinite terror, looking out along the gap, even Zhang Xiaoqiang's soldiers in military uniform could not extinguish their panic.

Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the town with more than 400 people, of whom more than 200 were logisticians who came overnight. They were also wearing military uniforms, helmets and armed belts on their waists. The only difference from the warriors was that they did not have rifles and magazine bags. Zhang Xiaoqiang's soldiers knew that they were logistics, but that was not the case in the eyes of the survivors of the town. In their hearts, these men in uniform were powerful armed men and were the unknown force to destroy the three battalions of the Wolf Riders.

Everything went well, and the armed civilians here had no desire to resist, not because they were too cowardly, but because the enemy was too strong, and they had done their best, at least not at the first moment, but only after the attackers had filled the trenches and smashed the wall.

Compared to Zhao Jun's frustration, Zhang Xiaoqiang guessed what was going on. The enemies of the three battalions surrounded the town tightly, causing the survivors inside to suffer day and night. At the same time, they also learned that the nearest left gathering place was all pulled out by the wolf flag. For them, perhaps the city was slaughtered shortly afterwards.

Overnight, the enemies of the three battalions were cleared, more than 200 enemies dressed in red robes filled trenches in front of them, more than twice as many armoured vehicles, and no one thought they could escape, let alone look at equipment and clothing, more like the former PLA, so that they were half pushed to become submissive people.