Apocalypse Cockroach

The silence in the darkness crossed everyone's heartland, the people next to Zhang Xiaoqiang did not make a sound, only the crude and different gasps echoed back in his ear, not long after walking, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, while the people around him stared at the pieces of meat stagnant in front of him.

This is another internal defense, guarding a narrow passage, connected to the main road, where dozens of bodies were all hanged into pieces of meat, shredded meat mixed with clothes and gun wreckage, and piles of gravel and cement scum. Around the pieces of meat, the black blood pod had completely submerged the place, swept out a river of blood from the edge of the pod and swept to the soles of Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, forcing him to retreat.

The dark tunnel, the bloody smell of the nose, and a lot of flesh and blood limbs made a lot of people present couldn't bear to vomit out, for a moment, more smell mixed with the bloody smell, let Zhang Xiaoqiang frown.

“Tap……. ”

A slight noise, the surrounding light instantly amplified, let the surrounding darkness disperse clean and clean, the light source came from a steam lamp like a horse lamp, this steam lamp is not big, but the released light source is bright, illuminate the surrounding area dozens of meters like daylight, more than 200 people under the light enough to let the rear people see the pile of old flesh and blood in front, suddenly joined the queue of vomiting.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at this pile of blood in the pocket and turned his head and looked closely behind his 200 armed men. These men followed him in a vague way. He also took these people into this strange underground wall, and everything was so weird.

Circumvent the meat pile, find a pile of rubbing together at the side of the construction, pile of tarp in the corner, pull the tarp toward the meat pile, a few soldiers come to catch the edge of the tarp to help, wait for them to form a hill of meat to cover, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, first step toward the pile of tarp.

Two hundred people walked through the tarpaulin in turn, Zhang Xiaoqiang watched on the other side. These people followed him to death. He believed that it was necessary to ensure the safety of these people. It was not a great internationalist idea, it was just his habit, and it was his habit that deepened his weight in the hearts of these people and gradually recognized him.

The weight of two hundred people completely flattened the tarpaulin, the blood of the orangutan swept out of the tarpaulin, sprinkled the deep blood water of the ruler, the back people's feet were basically soaked in blood water, many people's shoes were filled with blood water, walked up and chirped, solid tarpaulin was also deeply trapped in the meat mud, making everyone walking on the top creepy.

After everyone had passed, Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the front. This time he was not alone in the front. More than fifty elite soldiers surrounded him in the middle. These elites seemed to have regained confidence, arranged the ranking soldiers and covered fire, and searched the tunnel to advance according to their previous mode of combat.

“Sir, there are more than a dozen alive ahead. Do we need to attack? Ten rifle grenades are all you need... ”

The leading soldiers of the previous investigation quietly arrived in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, whispered to him, while the others each squatted half to the ground, held the rifle for a brief rest. Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head and rejected the soldier's proposal, whispering:

“We came here for a different purpose, and from now on, unless we have to, we shall not shoot at will, and even if we do, we shall not kill each other's personnel… ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's orders were not very clear, but did not affect them to carry out Zhang Xiaoqiang's orders. Soon, there was a blast coming from the front. The fire sparkled in the tunnel. Then a heat wave rushed from the front with the nitrous smoke. Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned. Why did he still fire the gun grenade?

Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed forward, and the people behind him accelerated. After Zhang Xiaoqiang reached that side, he saw that the situation had been controlled. More than a dozen military soldiers knelt with their heads on the ground. At the gunpoint of the elite soldiers, they were still quite honest. At the corner in front of their construction, the fragments of the grenade explosion cut down a lot of cement sludge at the corner of the wall. An elite soldier sat on the ground, and his neck was ripped open by shrapnel. Blood was pouring, his body trembling and his eyes were about to fail.

Two battlefield medics tried to stop the bleeding, but could not stop it. They let the other soldiers bite their teeth with resentment. One gunpoint would be held up dead by the captive soldiers' brains, and one would wipe the gun.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw here, took out a bag of hemostatic powder hidden on his waist, sprinkled it on the soldier's neck, the powder had a high degree of coagulation, the gauze could not block the wound under the action of the powder, formed a black blood scar, less than a minute, the soldier's blood was stopped, although the cheek was still pale, breathing stabilized.

Without death, the atmosphere at the scene relaxed. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the panicked prisoners and looked at them and said to them:

“Two choices, tied up with your feet here, or follow us…. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang finished his remarks, staring at these despicable prisoners. After he saw these people, he suddenly stopped wanting them to follow him. There was only one explosion, no gunfire, proving that the resistance of these people was not strong, and these people were not the elite soldiers he envisioned. These people had men and women, they were not young, the biggest was less than twenty, the smallest was probably only thirteen or four years old, wearing unsuitable military uniforms, holding their heads with palpitations in their eyes.

The equipment captured by the elite soldiers of the new era was piled up under Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. More than a dozen people had only two 81-style rifles, seven or eight steel pipes welded to the bayonet, and several hand grenades, a 122-mm shell and a wire activation device. Seeing these things, Zhang Xiaoqiang could in no way associate them with the elite soldiers.

“Do you have any food……. ”

No one chose any of Zhang Xiaoqiang's suggestions, but the youngest child asked out loud and then stared down at the other children.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the loud child with his head, stretching out his rifle and pulling down his military hat with a barrel. He revealed his braided little head. He was a girl, looking like a girl, and his eyes were dark as ink.

“Stay here, don't run away..., there will be some food, wait for me to help you find... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang gave up taking these children on the road, and a group of children who were thinking about what role to play. Besides, they were looking for Gus, God knows how many people will die.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's decision was uncontested. The soldiers standing behind him seized the children's equipment. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out a few pieces of chocolate from his backpack and threw it in front of the children. He pulled out the biggest one and threw it into the team, leading them forward.

As they proceeded, the bodies were constantly discovered, and the survivors were constantly discovered. The survivors were soldiers, officers, and children about the same age as before. The deceased also had children. Gus did not pick his age, as if he had seen someone kill him, but so far he had not found the figure of Laundry Moon. Zhang Xiaoqiang was really in a bit of a hurry.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's team was also getting bigger and bigger. Some of the soldiers who had been scattered saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's team and thought they were their own people. They surrendered. They were disarmed before they recognized the special equipment of the new era. Bullets and bayonets were all collected. They were only allowed to carry their own guns, which confused them.

Two hundred troops doubled, nearly four hundred marched silently in lonely tunnels, and from time to time some stepped out of various corners to join the ranks, at a time when the entire team was in a strange mood, when soldiers were not disarmed and even some New Era soldiers took the initiative to distribute some of the ammunition they had collected to missile soldiers.

The falling corpses and crushed flesh along the way have left each of them in a strange state of madness, as if they were warriors challenging the devil, chasing him on his way to murder, and looking for a chance to fight the devil in the end.

There is no new era here, no missile soldiers, no silent march by all in the ranks, no fear even, at least no one would have thought that they would have the opportunity to be part of those pieces of meat on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not give more guidance to the rest of the team, especially this miscellaneous army, enemies and mixed forces, gun fires did not occur in the team, at least, until Gus was not found, the confusion caused by Gus spread from the new era to the underground Great Wall, like a desperate plague, even letting the soldiers of the two camps put aside their separation and hatred.