Apocalypse Cockroach

In an unfamiliar environment, Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know how to be good, but he knows that the odds of encountering several forces are very small. Compared to the small patrimony of China's Japanese territory, some people may not encounter it in the same city for life, let alone a country, the range of red algae in his heart, but he doesn't want to go now, before on the turtle shell he saw the madness of marine mutants in the water, wanting to come to the range of red algae in almost the whole Japanese sea mutants restaurant, I'm afraid where, he would run more than ten times the risk, so for today, he still hid in the dark, looking for an opportunity to calculate the best plan for others.

Thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang started to clean up his own home, contact was interrupted, everything had to start over, no air support, no logistical supplies, no even a companion as cover, everything seemed to have returned to the starting point, and his most important rat king blade had been damaged, and his only gun had been thrown away with an empty bullet, and there were only two sacks of half-condensing Elite, a crystal core embedded in a dark beard, a bowling ball size, the plastic body behind him, and a firebird curving knife about a metre long like his monster blade,

Taking into account the serpentine scale armor on his body, Zhang Xiaoqiang can't be armed to the teeth, he also has the power of self-preservation, at least the secondary mutant beast he is not afraid of, type 3 zombies are full of termites in his eyes, so many years later, he has grown to the point previously unimaginable, with strength, he has the bottom gas, Zhang Xiaoqiang is no longer as careful as in Vladivostok, deeply afraid to let the zombies eat the corpse evolution, for him, this is not China anyway, even if more evolutionary zombies appear to be his business?

Originally, Zhang Xiaoqiang was not angry. Although he disgusted Japan, he did not think about extreme ideals such as killing out, he could not contend with himself or be bullied. China's history has been invaded by foreign enemies many times. Whether Mongolians or Manchu people have inflicted sins on Han, China's history is actually a slaughter history. Countless Han people cried out under iron hooves. Each stage of the slaughter of Bamboo Hard Book is a sad history of blood and tears. In order to put an end to this one time slaughter, it must be truly powerful, powerful enough for them to slaughter others, but others dare not show any disrespect to them.

Stepping onto this strange land, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked quietly on the highway crawling with weeds and vines, a house with wooden nameplates behind him, walked through a roadside unmanned vending machine from time to time, these vending machines were all empty, no one knew what kind of merchandise had been stored there before, and there were all kinds of shops full of country atmosphere It was also ransacked. It was too long after the end of life. Many traces were extinguished by time. Blood on the ground, scattered white bones were washed away by rain. Almost all the rooms had traces of being soaked by rain. Many houses had collapsed. Zhang Xiaoqiang could see all kinds of photographs and family blessings distorted between the broken boards. An ordinary man with a full smile inside might have long Become a zombie, or part of a zombie's body.

Even if it was just a small town, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a lot of private cars. These cars became the largest number of decorations in the town. Most of the cars were corroded. The paint and shape could not be clearly seen. Only some vehicles that crashed into the house could be kept roughly intact. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked like tourists traveling to Japan to gauge the surrounding landscape, not worried about the possibility of lurking in the dark. Corpses, the biggest change in the last three years is zombie grouping, scattered zombies have no way to live, ordinary people have learned enough about zombies after six months or a year, as long as there is no evolutionary zombie, no massive tide, scattered zombies will be killed by ordinary people who do not lack courage, like Zhang Xiaoqiang on that day let Yang Xiaoqiang, a little Laurie who has not even seen a chicken kill zombies, before zombie cloud The gathering places either migrated or were cleared, but the wilderness might still show traces of zombies.

Whether it's a looted shop or a vacated drone, it proves that there's survivor activity here. Zhang Xiaoqiang hasn't let go of his guard. After so many things, he knows that sometimes survivors are worse than zombies, and zombies don't disguise themselves, and survivors smash your skull when you're most relaxed, sucking. Allow your brains to unload eight pieces without wasting any part, or simmering, or burning red.

All the doors of the house along the way were holed up. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have to go in to know that there was definitely nothing of value. Hungry red-eyed survivors wouldn't let go of their leather belts. Maybe even the real leather sofa was peeled off. Only the spring and wooden shelf were left to cross from the deserted quiet town. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't find any movement, but it was in the grass at the exit of the town. He saw dense graves, couldn't look at thousands of them, saw these graves, and Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know what the mood was. He knew that not all the survivors were buried inside, and the town had thousands of people. The vast majority of them were supposed to be zombies. I didn't expect that even the white bones of the survivors died in China would converge, but there were people here who buried the zombies, and the compartments made him uncomfortable, maybe It was anger. He had a worse impression of the Japanese.

This anger came strangely, more like a kind of jealousy, Zhang Xiaoqiang was accustomed to the collapse of all kinds of human nature in the late life, although there were a lot of flash points, but the comparison was only cold in the heart. At this time, when he saw the Japanese had the leeway to converge the corpses after the late death, he became anonymous angry, not knowing what the anger was, at the end of the day, he was uncomfortable in his heart, and there were no traces of construction in the grass surrounding thousands of graves. It seemed that nobody had come here for a long time. Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to move forward through these graves, and at the same time angry in his heart about another thing.

Before he and Yang Kel learned to drive together, Yang Kel learned that he had not learned yet, he would never learn again in a breath. On the prairie he could at least ride horses, but here he could only walk, even if he found a good vehicle and oil, there was no way, most importantly, he did not speak a language here, even if he met a survivor, making him feel like he had been exiled to a wasteland.

The sky gradually darkened, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up at the bright red cloud of the sky in the distance, his heart knew that it would not be long before this brilliant burning cloud would be covered by a gray screen, at this time, behind him was a road that could not be seen at the end, on both sides was filled with grass higher than man, the sea wind was great, the grass was blowing like a sea wave, a beautiful sunset, a quiet world, and his lonely figure, a vivid picture was taken together, Zhang Xiaoqiang carried a giant blade higher than his, looked up at the last sunset, felt the sea wind blowing the tip of the chin comfort, and after coming to Japan, the complex mind gradually precipitated, and became clear again.

Step by step in the direction of the setting of the sun, Zhang Xiaoqiang eyes and then the end of the blurred city, Japan is a highly urbanized country, the vast majority of resources are concentrated in the city, likewise, the survivors will also be concentrated around the city, the surrounding grass becomes vivid after the world falls into darkness, the sound of the familiar Soso from time to time a scream and a frightening yell, seemingly calm wilderness once the night is the world of mutant beasts, and Japan's mutant beasts are obviously more than China's mutant beasts, the better the environmental protection, the more mutant beasts, the fact is not disputed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not react to the mutant animals that appeared around him. These mutant animals also felt extremely dangerous in Zhang Xiaoqiang. They were snooping in the grass, but they dared not really rush to deliver food to him. Tonight there was no cloud. The silver moon hanging like a jade tray spilled a long silver glow at night. Even at night, Zhang Xiaoqiang could see the way forward under the light of the moon. Relying on the inefficiency of his legs, he kept moving forward at the same pace. All of a sudden, a burst of roar and screaming came through the grass in front of him, and the cluttered grass shook out a wolfdog size mutant animal running to the center of the road, Zhang Xiaoqiang eyes slightly twinkled, the flaming red light in his hand, illuminating everything around him.

The mutant beast running to the road exchanged his screams, crippled his bloody back leg nervously stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and frequently looked back at the grass it had flown out of. He only saw the shaking of the unceasing grass reveal his eyes as bright as a pearl of night. These eyes looked vigilantly at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and a miserable roar was emitted in his throat. Seeing here, Zhang Xiaoqiang flickered and walked forward with his legs lifted.

The injured mutant beast has a small head. The triangular head door has a third eye. This eye is very strange. It is usually not white with snake animals. The large golden pupil can not see any emotions. After a short stare, you can feel slight dizziness. However, this dizziness does not do much for Zhang Xiaoqiang. His heart is firm, even the laundry moon can't help him, let alone this low-level mutant beast.

The mutant beast dared not move. He seemed to want Zhang Xiaoqiang's refuge carefully. The surrounding grass also calmed down. A pair of bright eyes peered at Zhang Xiaoqiang. He seemed to want to know if this guy who made them feel extremely dangerous would get involved in the world of the mutant beast? Clearly, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not take this unexpected pair seriously. He slipped past the injured monster. At the moment he crossed, the screaming and roaring sounded again. The already hungry mutant beast could no longer hold on to jump out to the mutant beast in the middle of the road.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored everything behind him, just walked forward with a huge long knife, a few hours passed. When Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his feet numb and wanted to rest, he suddenly saw a tall building standing on the side of the road in the distance. A lonely shadow looked at the moon at the top, looking at the bumpy figure, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but tangle up. This may be the first Japanese survivor he saw, is he in the past? Or is it past?