Apocalypse Cockroach

A bunch of zombies, seemingly attracted by honey, converged in the park, and from the sky, it was not small, dense and numb, as if a new sea of corpses were forming.

Everyone in the battle room knows that there are a lot of zombies down there, that the real number is not as large as they think, that zombies do not really form a massive corpse sea density, that the total number is calculated, at most between 100,000 and 150,000, and that number of zombies is really nothing.

The zombies slowly came from all over the city to the center point, begging the death corps to sit and rest, waiting for the coming war, and chatting with each other with eyebrows, this battle was fought down, they may be able to save enough military service officially become professional soldiers, may still be begging for the death corps to stay, but the status is different, with the right to start a family, also have identity.

The guarding of the Fourth Regiment was a newly formed force, although most of them were ex-combatants, and here they were recruits, with no experience of fighting with zombies, which inevitably caused some alarm and, under the beverage of their respective company commanders, were rapidly digging various works and trenches.

A fast pavement of chest walls could not be a guarantee of their peace of mind. Before the war, they had to check their equipment and ammunition repeatedly, remove the magazine repeatedly and make a collision sound of rubbing.

The tense appearance of the soldiers of the Guard led to the disdain of death row inmates, who were worthless of the rifles in the hands of the recruits, while at the same time heating the equipment on them, and whose battlefield experience was vastly more than that of those recruits, because identity, as yet, was only death row inmates, as long as they did not kill thirty corpses, they would always be death row inmates, unable to become core officers, without the right to establish a family, and even women would have to pay half of their material for their departure.

The corpse slowly approached, a soldier stood up and pointed at the group, watching as the corpse approached, some soldiers finally softened their hands and opened fire without receiving an order. The shots were then fired, and countless streams of light flashed in the middle of the group, excavating countless pieces of flesh from the corpse.

The smoke was scattered, the guns sparkled, the noise was loud, the corpses continued to fall in the mass, the form looked great, only death row inmates shouted and made a mockery noise.

When all guns ceased fire because of empty cartridges, and soldiers were busy replacing cartridges, their platoon leaders rushed up to kick these busy new companies with their hands and feet, uttering all sorts of curses in their mouths and making the soldiers hold their heads and moan. It was their chief who hit them too heavily, smashing them directly with a gun butt.

“Deaf? Do you hear orders? ”

“You idiots, the zombies are still 100 meters away. How many did you kill? ”

“Son of a bitch, say you've been in the army. You're not even a woman. A magazine. You've emptied a magazine. How many magazines do you have? ”

“Where's the gun? Where's your gun? Don't you usually know how to flirt? Why did you throw your gun out? Are you a cook in the army? ”

All sorts of outrageous positions made those who watched the lively death row laugh upside down. Not only did these soldiers waste 45,000 rounds in the shortest possible time, but others threw their rifles out of the chest wall because they were too nervous. The chest wall made him afraid to go over it. Outside was the corpse, afraid that they would never come back, and their chief scolded them.

The number of soldiers who threw away their guns was considerable, at least 20 rifles were thrown outside, and the soldiers were scolded by the chief, who would not scold them, and then yelled:

“Throw them out, pick up the gun and climb over yourself. If you can't climb over, you can die outside... ”

At this time, the zombies approached another twenty or thirty meters, closer to them, they could already see the black teeth of the zombies, the soldiers shouted, nobody dared to move, this is to push their hands and feet into the fire pit.

The officers had not yet pulled out the gun threat. At the request of the four commanders of the Guard Corps, Lin Guangliang, dozens of five large and three rough death row inmates poured up, one for each of them, lifting those soldiers empty-handed and throwing them out.

Soldiers are struggling with bouncing, like falling shrimp. Death row inmates mainly use long knives to kill zombies. The demand for arm strength is very high. The main direction of exercise is also arm strength. How can these soldiers escape? One is clamped with hands like iron pliers and easily thrown out of the chest wall, crying outside the chest wall.

At last, the soldiers knew what it was like to stand outside the wall. The corpse was not far behind them. The chest wall in front of them was an insurmountable heaven. Faced with this chest wall, many people were scared softly. Some were afraid to the extreme, so they were no longer scared. Pick up the rifle and shoot the bullet in the barrel. Then take two steps back. As a barrier, they turned over the chest wall and threw it out of their death row to celebrate.

Others grabbed the rifles and threw them over, jumped on the chest wall, didn't use their legs, just pulled them hard with their hands, and pulled themselves into it. Then someone took them over with seven hands and eight feet. Most people took them over, and some others frightened the melon and shrunk into a bunch with the rifles, that is, didn't listen to the screams of their comrades, didn't look at the burgeoning corpses, only knew how to cry hard.

For these people, the officers had no pity, drove them into a circle, shouted encouragement to the cowards and ordered them to recheck their equipment and put on new magazines.

With the cowards who had previously been thrown out as role models, in the absence of soldiers blinding, pulling out the empty bullets on schedule and clamping them to the chest bag, pulling out the new magazine card and putting the rifle on, the gunpoint facing the sky, pressing the violently beating heart, staring at the approaching corpse.

Compared to the nervousness that soldiers were waiting for, death row inmates seemed a little indifferent, continued to squat on the ground, smoke cigarettes, chat, and some death row inmates with civilian telescopes stood taller and looked for possible Type 2 zombies.

Death row inmates know that this battle is not enough, because the task itself is easy, and the four regiments will be guarded not because they have no loss, but simply to sharpen them, increase their field experience, a chest wall is enough to crouch most of the corpses, as long as D2 and S2 are present, there will be little danger, because the real killing will come from behind the corpses, the first division will attack from behind the corpses, and World War I will wipe out the corpses of the entire city.

The Guard was unaware of the battle plan, and naturally, it was just an exercise. There were tears outside the chest wall, the zombies were approaching, and orders to open fire had not been received.

A soldier sat alone outside on the chest wall crying out loud, and when he found out that there were countless black-pressed feet in front of him, he looked up and saw countless zombies pounding at him with their mouths open, and the cry turned into a howl. Just as the zombies grabbed him and tore him apart, the only thing he could do was rub off his shoes, cover his mouth, and pull the trigger with his toes.

A few screams, flying with blood cloth, was the first lesson the officers taught the recruits, and they never ordered the shooting, because it was unnecessary that the breast wall, which was close to two metres thick, could not be squeezed down by a zombie.

These recruits need only two more shots before the troops at the rear are surrounded, which is unnecessary, and the dead zombies will pile up into a pile of corpses that will allow the rear zombies to cross the fence, if that is not the case.

The reconnaissance aircraft had been following the situation in the central area until the zombies had surrounded the central area with density and numbness, and the exodus of zombies from one group to another had finally been launched by forces that had entered the city.

All tanks were running at the same time as armoured vehicles, rushing along the road towards the central park, crushing a scattered zombie into foam, followed closely by the Blood Wolf Brigade cavalry battalion on a mutant horse. They had previously cooperated seamlessly with the armoured regiment. This time Fan Zhongfeng asked the cavalry battalion to cooperate and clean up the remaining zombies.

After the armoured regiment and the cavalry battalion washed past, the glass slag and zombie corpses on the street all turned into powdered pulp paste, followed by the main group some losses, because with the use of the armoured regiment, Shihara at the door believed that infantry would no longer have to be equipped with personnel carriers, and all personnel carriers transported half-dead type 2 zombies to mountain towns and canyons, so the infantry had to run on the soles of their feet.

Nearly 5,000 troops ran in the middle of the plasma paste, feeling how disgusting and disgusting it was. With more people walking, these disgusting things were all over the place. It would be better if we got to the back. The stuff on the ground had been rubbed in front. Just wait for them to walk by, and the dense gunshots ahead tend to diminish.