Apocalypse Cockroach

Ding Ziqiang is ruthless in appearance, tears in his heart, Lakshen is tears in his face, blood in his heart. He and Venus have one thing in common. In order to reduce casualties, Venus exchanges the profits earned by doing business for supplies, and throws them into the cavalry camp. Lakshen carries the reputation of Brigadier Turtle, ordering all fighters to fight with turtle shells like arrow trucks.

Every fighter is his good brother, his nephew, and the principal money of the Blood Wolf Brigade, for which he almost broke his heart and took from one of the most marginal outward troops to the main force, becoming one of the most combative.

Today, these precious soldiers die on his hands, making his heart cut like a knife. As Ding Ziqiang thought, these soldiers are good. They can't beat anything less than the main force. They can't blame them even if they are invincible with D2. Blame him only on the brigadier, he can't get more heavy machine guns, can't get more rockets, and can't get more bullets for them.

So every time he kills a deserter, his heart opens an extra mouth, the pain of his cone makes him cry all over his face, and when he changes his magazine and points at a dozen new soldiers, the tears have covered his eyes.

“Brigadier, Brigadier, it's me, I'm Chao Li Tai, Second Battalion Commander Chao Li Tai..., we can't fight anymore, retreat, if we go down again, we're going to die, the zombie has broken through... ”

Rackham wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeves and drank them with a slight cry, asking Chao Litai and the soldiers behind him:

“Six hundred men left behind in the Blood Wolf Brigade in the Holland Canyon. Five hundred dead and wounded in the war. Have they retreated? Didn't they think they'd die if they didn't retreat? Didn't they ever think of retreating? ”

Lakshen's assault left the soldiers speechless, Hao Li Tai stared at Lakshen, tore off his uniform, revealed his wounded body, pulled out two hand grenades and drank loudly, and turned to run to the position.

Together, more than a dozen soldiers threw down their rifles, tore off their clothes, pulled out their grenades and turned towards the corpse, looked back at the officer and soldier who had been sent to die, Laksheng could not stand, knelt down on the ground, and heavily kowtowed to them. He knew what they were doing back there. They were preparing the corpse to grab themselves and detonate the grenade, wounding the corpse's face and creating opportunities for comrades. They were using their lives to wash the deserters' humiliation.

“Ah!!! ”

Lakshen's tears were all over the ground, and the rifle in his hand sprayed light into the night sky. The flame of the gun flashed a different demonic red on the blood that was winding in his forehead...

All of this was seen in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. His heart was filled with half a kilo of chili oil. His hot heart seemed to erupt flames. He couldn't help but howl. The sound rhymed for a long time, so that the big dog with the painful tooth grip under him also sounded.

“Ha!!! ”

Drinking loudly, the big dog jumped from the highest wall with Zhang Xiaoqiang, crossed the distance of more than 20 meters and fell towards the midline of the battlefield. Under the light, the bright yellow sickle blade flew out of Xiaoqiang's hand, spinning like a disk, passing a D2 neck and sawing off his head.

The spinning rat king saw off D2's head and then made a strange disguise, flashing a strange arc, over the neck of the second zombie, and then drilled into the brain of the third zombie.

Three D2 zombies jumped, the black dog only then held Zhang Xiaoqiang to the front edge of the battlefield, just reached the front line, more than 10 meters from the mouse king blade, the three D2 zombies had come to him, Zhang Xiaoqiang reached out to grab the mouse king blade emptiness, the body of the D2 zombie up to three meters in front of him suddenly split, split into two fans of zombies left and right, one flying wheel from the top of the zombie's head, and rotated into Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand.

The next moment, the rat king blade, which was considered a flying disc, was thrown out again, and a straight line of twelve D2s simultaneously broke their heads. The flying heads fell backwards and backwards, and twelve headless D2s fell together.

At one point, the position on the front line was empty and the fighters had yet to react, as they saw sixteen D2 corpses falling across a large area of blood stains and limbs.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not stop. He continued to rush forward. The rat blade in his hand threw out again and slaughtered a D2 zombie who appeared only. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a god's body. The rat blade was held in his hand like a clear long line. At one change of angle, he chopped off a zombie head.

This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's new ability to call, it looks very windy, but Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed it a thousand times in private, seemingly the ability to pull wind is actually two functions, throw things out, and then run over to pick it up back. If it's a little far away, it's good to think about it, but he can only pick it up within 15 meters, isn't it pit father? What's the difference between 15 meters and 1 meter?

The only thing that can comfort Zhang Xiaoqiang is the angle problem. Although he can't fully manipulate it like Tie Zhongyuan, it's fine to have the Mouse King blade do a few simple disguises. Of course, it can't be too complicated or too many times. In order to manipulate, Zhang Xiaoqiang's entire time in private has been wasted on practice, which is why he took so long to get it out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was dissatisfied with his abilities, but the soldiers below were quite satisfied. After Zhang Xiaoqiang's passage, the corpses were swept away like ice and snow melting. Three or five of them went back and forth, and those D2 who had carried out the demolition were basically invisible.

At one time, the positions where the bodies were scattered shouted, just now, the troops continued shooting at the beverage of the officers, Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the position, did not make more stops, in the regrets of the soldiers returned to the rear, just after reaching the rear, Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted at Venus, who stood in a hurry at the door of the battle room:

“Let your two regiments go to the top, remove the warriors in front, and place the remaining soldiers... ”

After describing Venus, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not go down. He rode the black dog to the medical camp and shouted to the officer in charge of the camp:

“Give me the box from the Virus Institute…. ”

Around the front and back, Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the position in just 10 minutes. Above the position, the soldiers of the Zheng regiment were cleaning up the battlefield, dragging the body of D2 and the soldiers who had died in the war. The wounded soldiers sat in the corner with hollow eyes waiting to be executed.

With the exception of about half of the wounded fighters, who fell and were sent to the rear for treatment, the rest were scratched and looked at, not less than thirty or forty. The soldiers also knew that they had reached the end of their lives, that no one wanted to die, that they did not want to become zombies, and that they had to wait for their own men to make up for themselves, so that they could keep an entire corpse.

The fierce gunfire in front of them prevented the officers standing in front of them from pulling the bolts. The officers loaded the rifles and looked indifferently at the soldiers on the ground, turning their heads and letting the soldiers next to them walk the wounded.

Drinking is not allowed in the barracks, the only exception is when the wounded are about to be executed, these wounded are not criminals, they are real heroes, they are treated as heroes and can only be matched by spirits burning their throats.

Baijiu is prepared long ago, specially prepared 75 degree medical alcohol, temporarily former soldiers only fear that the liquor is not strong enough, can not anesthetize their nerves, only hope to be drunk to death.

The white five-litre plastic pot is filled with alcohol. On the one hand, there are several spare bottles of the same size. The open nozzle smells like stinging alcohol. To the extent of alcohol, the smell and taste of white wine have long disappeared. The wounded soldiers do not care. Whether they drink or not, they pick up the bottle and drink it blindly. Five liters of alcohol is enough for eight people to drink, and five bottles of alcohol only allows everyone to vomit.

Zhang Xiaoqiang went down to the ground while the soldiers were drinking. He did not stop the wounded soldiers from drinking. Although there were 100 JS substrates in the box and only 39 wounded soldiers, he could not make every wounded soldier come back to life. You know, this stuff is only primary. Although purified by viral laboratories far better than the equipment in the gathering area, the expected maximum effect is only 15 to 18 percent.

Already drunk, officers drank loudly, a bottle was taken away, each wounded man was covered in red, sat on the floor with a flat, disc of legs, swaying, waiting for the last moment, waiting for officers to put their guns over their heads.