Apocalypse Cockroach

The soldiers of the engineering company did not defect, they all knew that where this person was not familiar, no matter where they fled, there would be no way to live. At the beverage order of the respective platoon leaders, they turned in place, then lined up in three straight lines and ran along the cable.

Soldiers are running in the front, Tiger City is running in the back, and there are 45 tons of explosives in the whole trap cluster, divided into three parts, each of which has its own function to kill and injure. Why hasn't the heavy artillery fired one more shot from the zombies into the fence area? Forty-five tons of explosives were placed on a ten-kilometre-long front.

There's a huge amount of explosives, there's a lot of cables, and countless cables make up a huge web circuit, and a hundred of them are going to do it, and the job is to do it in days, and even if they find a troubleshoot, they're not going to survive.

The zombies have crossed the midline and are moving towards the final position, and they have only one last chance to detonate all the explosives together, whether in the middle or behind the front, while detonating, the energy generated will destroy the heavens and the earth, and the warriors on the brink of the explosion will not survive.

A soldier ran forward along the cable, his eyes staring at the spreading cable, regardless of their front, the dark shadow of the zombie was hidden, a wall raced and broke apart, rushing out of the dust.

More than a hundred soldiers spread out completely and flew forward, and every time they moved forward, they moved closer to death. Not every one of them looked at death as if they were home, and they were equally afraid, afraid, desperate.

At the last moment of despair, these soldiers had nothing else in their eyes but cables, nothing but cables, nothing around them felt, zombies, comrades, sky reconnaissance aircraft roaring, at the last moment of their lives, they were so focused that they forgot about death…

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at a distant position on the back of a black dog. He knew that if they lost at this moment, they would lose forever. 100,000 type 2 zombies would be the biggest nightmare, even more than tens of millions of ordinary zombies.

Life is full of accidents. Zhang Xiaoqiang knows more deeply than anyone else. If he did not, he would not have walked one step to this day. There will be accidents on the battlefield. He is equally well aware of this. He has dealt with accidents in the Great War and countless small wars. He has dealt with all kinds of accidents, and all kinds of accidents have occurred. He has lived in peace.

However, this accident was the most dangerous one, and once the facts were accidentally created, 100,000 2 zombies emerged, meaning that the situation in the area would change completely.

The total fall of Ordos is only the slightest bad news, and they will have to end the counterattack and formally enter the defensive phase, while blowing up all the Yellow River Bridges and losing the opportunity to attack the east.

While ultimately their losses will not be too great, for the Northern Military Region the news is bad and cannot be bad anymore, because their backtracks will be stopped by 100,000 2 zombies, the migration plan will never be complete, and once a fait accompli has been created, 800,000 people will be endangered, and routes other than Ordos will be death routes for them.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was most disturbed by the fact that he released the 100,000 zombies himself. Without his plan to drain a large number of zombies, the Zombie Sea could not have enough evolutionary materials to guarantee the evolution of 100,000 type 2 zombies.

Looking at the distant workgroup filled with black ocean, Zhang Xiaoqiang was anxious. When he prepared the coffin for the engineering company, he knew that these people, whether or not they could accomplish their task, were dead or alive. There was nothing he could do about it, he could not detonate it, 800,000 people fell into the Jedi, and their combat goals could not be accomplished. Hundreds of soldiers died yesterday in battle for nothing.

Ultimately, in the telescope in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, a zombie the size of a black ant swept past the final wall. An engineer in a camouflage military uniform was submerged by the zombie. Seeing this, his heart was already cold...

“Inform the attacking forces to retreat throughout the line, bypass the dead sea and find a way back to the bank of the river…. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the black corpse tide and kept coming out. His heart gave an evacuation order to Wang Shaohua and Fan Zhongfeng. With the issuance of this order, the Eastern Front plan officially failed, and 800,000 survivors were also caught dead.

“Aw!!!! ”

Perhaps the pain in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was felt, perhaps because the emergence of 100,000 2 zombies caused a crisis in the mutant dog, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's big black dog raised his head and whistled.

Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the head of the big dog, twisted the left ear of the big dog, turned it around, chased it to a faraway convoy, the big dog flew fast, riding the big dog Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the wind coming in the face, in the heart counted the subsequent arrangement, although the eastern line failed, he still had the southern line, as well as the northern line, and the yellow river antenna, once...

My mind just flashed, but I saw all the hair of the big dog beneath me upside down. Then the big dog stopped to look in the direction of the zombie sea. Zhang Xiaoqiang, sitting on the back of the dog, naturally saw the movement over there.

At the center point of a huge complex more than 10 kilometres away, countless dust and smoke slowly rose. The next second, the entire complex was lit with dust, not only the explosives at the center point were detonated, but the explosives at both the front and rear nodes were detonated simultaneously.

The next second, the dust rising from the sky forms a huge column of smoke, which rolls up and spreads out at 100m altitude, turning into a huge mushroom.

Under the mushroom cloud, a large amount of scattered soot rapidly spreads out with huge fluctuations. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, the black dots like countless ant colonies fly before the soot cover, which seems to be curled by the wind.

The next second, the thunderbolt rushed into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eardrum, Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear was fine, but his chest was nitrogen, like pressing a thousand kilograms of boulder, the dust like a sand storm on the ground quickly lifted, covering him with the big dog, suddenly making it difficult for him to breathe.

In the middle of the convoy behind him, the car behind him was almost simultaneously shattered by windows, numerous glass splashes, a car was also confused and collided with each other, luckily it was not fast and no side flips occurred.

Then the ground also vibrated, causing the remaining broken glass of the car window to fall, a soldier quickly jumped out of the cabin and looked at the huge mushroom cloud raised in the distance silly...

Whatever the distance, within a hundred kilometres, the motions generated by the huge explosion can be felt or seen, whether it be the Second Field Regiment or the Armoured Regiment, as well as the cavalry battalion of the Blood Wolf Brigade, stopping retreating, looking at the mushroom clouds, waiting for new orders.

New orders never came, the blue sky was replaced by a huge gray screen, and just as two regiments, a cavalry battalion, were tangled, a group of dressed soldiers were carefully searching along a distant mountain trail.

There are more than a hundred soldiers, each with a fully equipped body. Apart from the military uniform, which is somewhat dilapidated, the others are not much worse than the Zhang Xiaoqiang Blood Regiment. Type 03 rifles, Type 85 assault rifles, Type 92 pistols form nearly three lines of fire in the distance. There are also a number of sniper rifles equipped with a variety of sniper rifles.

The soldiers, who seemed to be no different from ordinary soldiers, showed a special momentum between their movements, and although they were among countless corpses, from time to time, 100 metres away, they could see the movement of the corpses in groups, without any panic.

Walking on the mountain roads, solving only the corpses within 60 meters of them with a microflush. Apparently, they also know the 40-metre cordon of corpses. A pedestrian walks among the corpses, demonstrating the comfort of walking in the idle courtyard. At first glance, it can be seen that these people are elites among the elite.

Under a comfortable appearance, the occasional glimmer of caution in their eyes allows them to always spot possible dangers in the first place, not carelessly. Whenever evolutionary zombies are found, almost regardless of distance, they can always be killed in the first place. Perhaps in their hearts, as long as evolutionary zombies are killed, ordinary zombies will never be able to threaten them, but they do not know that zombies' bodies are the best nourishment when zombies evolve.

“What's that sound? ”

Standing next to a D-type zombie as captain of this expedition unit, he turned around and asked a soldier with a radio behind him, who was listening to the rumbling noise in the distance, half a mile later, with a hint of doubt, said:

“It's not thunder, it's more like an explosion, it's kind of weird, I feel like we're at least a hundred kilometers away from the explosion... ”