Apocalypse Cockroach

“What do you say? How does it feel to recover a big city? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to Cao Lidong, who was standing near the distance looking at him, and asked him with a certain amount of pride. Cao Lidong never agreed to Zhang Xiaoqiang's solicitation. Of course, he was not stupid enough to ask to leave. At first, he did not understand that there were many regular soldiers in the army. These soldiers, even officers, who had certain ideological qualities, were under the command of Zhang Xiaoqiang, a civilian in the field?

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not restrict Cao Lidong's personal freedom. As long as he did not run outside, Cao Lidong could go wherever he wanted. On this occasion, Cao Lidong developed an in-depth understanding of the corps of grasslands belonging to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

In his contacts with military personnel, with civilians and with people of all nationalities, he found that the spiritual profile of this force was in stark contrast to that of his troops, who, under the influence of the northern military region, were in constant panic and did not know when they would die under the paws of a corpse.

Civilians feel precarious, there is no more pure earth in the world, there are zombies everywhere, they have fled the cumulative months of migration, they do not know how many of their companions have fallen on the road to migrate, have fallen off their ranks or left themselves, they have been captured and eaten by mutant beasts, they have been rushed into the crowd by evolutionary zombies, and they have died of starvation because of their inability to find food.

All sorts of ugliness also lay out. In order to prevent the disturbance of the people below, the military used iron blood to suppress the wrongdoers among the civilian population. These people were always killed. In despair, many people targeted their fellow citizens for temporary pleasure and exasperation, strong. Rape, *, theft, humiliation, killing, and naked enslavement.

Every day naked female corpses are found on the side of the road. Every day, many young children and men with clear looks commit suicide without being able to tolerate the abuse of others. The ugliness among the civilian population is also controlled by the military. As long as there are seedlings, right or wrong, all are shot, but the ugliness from the highest-ranking children is not stopped.

Order gradually broke down, and the despair of civilians once affected the army, deserters, * killers, strong... Rape and murder also occur in the army, although they continue to target civilians.

Without a solid foundation, civilians cannot be transformed into productivity, without a fixed output, their daily consumption is an astronomical figure, and they can never take up too much of their share of the material in the attacked counties and towns, nor can they be divided into pieces.

The greatest gain for civilians is to plant the seeds they receive from the troops in one place and, when they are lucky, to harvest them for a season, hand them over half to the troops, and leave them half alone, saving them food, always feeding them once or twice a month.

Today, even the joy of this harvest has been stripped of the corpse, the area of mountain cultivation is limited, limited mountain areas have long been divided equally by those high-ranking families, if not for the third rain, countless vegetation has grown like crazy, hundreds of thousands of people would probably have starved to death, even if not starved to death, most of them walked like corpses, how can we compare to the civilian population here?

Cao Lidong was most impressed not by the tank armoured vehicles of the Prairie Corps, but also by the tens of thousands of elite soldiers. He was most impressed by the civilians who were transporting supplies for the front line: men and women, Han Mongolians, and the returnees of the Yinchuan region. Unlike the survivors elsewhere, they were mostly vegetable-faced but fleshy, naturally different from the skeleton image elsewhere.

Here, every trolley carrying supplies is full of supplies, with all kinds of unique ethnic snacks, fish cans from the Yellow River, vegetable cans in all kinds of glass bottles, these Cao Lidong have eaten, in addition to a very odd bacon, after eating, always feel a stream of heat flowing in the limbs, his body will recover within a few days, absolutely rare supplement, although the taste is not good.

These things are not under the care of specialists, so they are placed on a paddle cart, and when you lift the tarpaulin, you can see the tempting food and bacon, but at first glance you can see that no malnourished civilian has ever moved, even if there are no soldiers around them, who walk hundreds of kilometres barefoot and deliver all the supplies they need on the front line, just take out a pancake from a cold gang, eat it on the side of the road with fresh water, and after eating it, they are ready to transport back all the materials and raw materials that the troops have searched, without the need for surveillance, without the need for more talk and encouragement, and they silently support the troops with their actions.

Seeing this, Cao Lidong seems to understand why Zhang Xiaoqiang can be embraced. Survivors don't really need much. They just need a safe environment, a job that fills their bellies, and a hope for the future.

These things Zhang Xiaoqiang did, also gave them, to have their hearts respected Zhang Xiaoqiang, the warriors needed simpler, victory and honor, Zhang Xiaoqiang's power encompassed three large cities, seven or eight small and medium-sized cities, which were all struck out by soldiers, how not to make them proud, not to mention, and millions of zombies were emptied, millions of zombie corpses even created a forest by emptiness.

What the warriors need, Zhang Xiaoqiang also gave them, as long as they can constantly win, what other leaders can be strong Zhang Xiaoqiang? Besides, Cao Lidong already knows that this elite force in front of him is only one of the three forces in the prairie, and that the other two forces have now won their own victories, recovering thousands of square kilometres of land and towns.

In response to Zhang Xiaoqiang's query, Cao Lidong did not answer, and responded with silence. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not feel comfortable, clapping Cao Lidong's shoulder frankly said:

“The warriors here are just some of them, and I'm sure you know that I have three troops, and two or three regiments of recruits just formed, and my team will only get stronger in Vietnam, so I'm very short on officers, especially good officers like you who, without backup and supplies, cross countless zombies and travel more than 600 kilometres to get here, so? Have you thought about it? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not give up his solicitation to Cao Lidong. Cao Lidong's talent really made him blush. To say, under the same conditions, apart from sending an elite team of blood squadrons, he could not think of any company in his team to accomplish such a feat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's words made Cao Lidong laugh bitterly again, some scoffed at himself:

“When I left, I was surrounded by one hundred and seventy-four brothers, all of them drilled out of the reaper, and now I'm the only one left. Do you still think I have the power? I can get here, not how good I am, but I just want to see the Yellow River before I die and see our scout company's ultimate goal... ”

Hearing Cao Lidong say this, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very disheartened, interrupting Cao Lidong's words, and said frankly:

“How much material did your superiors give you when you left? How much ammunition? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's three somewhat silenced Cao Lidong. Suddenly, he recalled that when he left, one hundred and seventy war-torn men stood behind him in a neat array. Everyone had only three magazines, three spare magazines, and the vehicle was complete, but the oil was enough for them to travel for only 200 km. There was also food, only a week's rations. When he left, regardless of how implored he was, the logistics pipe just ignored his cold face...

“Lieutenant, the living and dead are surrounding us. Go, go... Leave us alone... ”

“Lieutenant, the second squad just went to the village to find food. Only one person came back alive and brought back ten kilos of moldy rice... ”

“Captain, shoot me. I can't live. I don't want to be dead. I want to die. I want to say something before I die: 'We're fucked. Not worth it, not worth it! Those bastards eat plenty every day, let us die and don't want to give some more food. One hundred and seventy-four brothers died trying to find food...”

“Lieutenant, you either kill me or let me go. I don't want to do this anymore. I just want to be a deserter. So many brothers on the move. How much is left? How many dead people did we kill along the way, and did we send a reinforcement? Besides, is the radio really bad when we get out? From the time it was launched to now, the radio rang... ”

“Lieutenant, this is the last time I call you Lieutenant. You saved my life three times, and now I'm giving it to you. Don't work for those bastards. Run, run as far away as you can...”