Apocalypse Cockroach

This gathering spot rejects the ancient exterior wall made of damp and black logs, the fire also spread onto these exterior walls wood, roasted dark smoke, at the same time lit a standing tight wood, a Japanese hiding in the observation tower dare not go down after the flame blocked the retreat, screaming Zhang, from time to time someone can no longer bear the torment before the fire burned to death, he jumped out of the observation tower and broke his hand on the ground, the cries are getting closer to the end, but the scorching smell and bloody smell in the air is stronger, the big picture has set a small strong leg up to walk inside, only pray here can meet a Chinese speaking guy.

The language did not communicate with Zhang Xiaoqiang for the first time. On that day, they met Angel. Angel himself was a wise leader. He did very well in some detail work. Even though their living environment was worse than that of the Japanese here, he still did not give up hope. He was sober enough to communicate with Zhang Xiaoqiang. The Japanese people whom Zhang Xiaoqiang met appeared to be agitated. The Japanese were strictly orderly ordered, but their stress mentality was far less than that of the Russians. A little fluctuation would provoke the beast desire in their hearts. Once it erupted, this beast desire would be the destruction of hysteria, destroy others or destroy themselves. There was no way to control this Xiaoqiang. After all, the people who killed and were killed were the Japanese people he was not accustomed to.

After walking through the overlapping bodies on the ground, he eventually saw more than 30 survivors with knife guns and nearly 200 natives, all lucky survivors of the Holocaust, all of whom were stripped out of their clothes, standing naked in blood and trembling, each with despair and panic on his face, the majority of whom were women, some of whom looked a little younger and had slightly more white skin, of course, but these children were children with parents, and at this moment they were all staring at the aggressors with hateful eyes because they had lost their parents.

Seeing here, Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know what to say. This killing is not justice and evil. This is what the world is all about. Killing and being killed is just because of strength. If it wasn't for Zhang Xiaoqiang, two small things might be made into stew by now. And these survivors who kill people here, it's just revenge. The only thing that makes people sick is that the scale of revenge is too big.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was an outsider from the beginning to the end. All the killing and humiliation did not touch his heart string. Instead, he felt a faint satisfaction. He watched the Japanese kill their own people. His heart felt balanced. These native people who stood up lowered their heads with the compliments of the strong. Those who had been defeated by Zhang Xiaoqiang also consciously stood behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, just like the samurai loyalty to the head of the family, loyalty to this aggressor, slowly sweeping all the frightened faces. Zhang Xiaoqiang found, helplessly, that he did not find the presence of a Chinese face.

As a winner, he was entitled to make his own declaration of victory, but here, looking at these humble eyes, he could not open his mouth and said it in Chinese for half a day:

“Who the fuck knows Chinese... ”

When the voice falls, the people in front of him silence, let Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart drop in a straight line, if there is no Chinese language found here, then he has to keep killing with the survivors and evolutionists of the harvest and break through all this gathering place, so that in the vast base figure he can find the person he needs, see the silent people, Zhang Xiaoqiang angry, turn his head to the righteous girl standing on the side of the mouth, ready to make gestures to pull all the men away, as for here the women and children are left to die for themselves.

Just as he gave up, the silent crowd suddenly came out of a woman with low head, this woman had long dry yellow hair, lean bones, and this bruised skin, most of which was concentrated near her * * and belly, were some old injuries, not caused by previous survivors, saw this woman, Zhang Xiaoqiang surged a little hope, just heard the woman say in a sandy voice:

“Can you give me a dress…. ”

“I am from Taipei, a clerk of Gaoli's Osaka branch...”

The woman in front of her was careful, not because Zhang Xiaoqiang spoke Mandarin, she was excited and relieved, on the contrary, she was more restrained because she heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's words with a continental character, and she, as a Taiwanese, was educated to believe that the mainland was more horrible than the late Japanese, because she was nervous and rigid, she behaved like a robot, the woman had clearly stated her identity and experience to Japan, Zhang Xiaoqiang crossed her hands to hold her chin, crooked her head to measure this woman, and saw the fear in her eyes, which was somewhat unknown.

For Zhang Xiaoqiang, the culture and tradition he touched made him think that the Chinese people in the world were of the same blood, there was no difference. As long as they were of Chinese descent, he would feel more intimate than the outsiders of any country. Therefore, the restraint that this woman displayed in front of him made him confused. When the woman finished her speech, she pinched her hands a little numb. Slightly loosened them and slowly put them on her thighs, but her torso was lower.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already seen that this woman was actually looking good. If she cleaned up and ate a few more good meals, she might still be a beautiful woman. She pressed her doubts about this woman, sat up slightly and looked more solemn, and asked seriously:

“What is your name, where are the Taiwanese who escaped with you? ”

When the woman heard it, her heart suddenly tightened, her heart secretly said 'Here it comes', huge fear struck her head again, shaking her lips gently spit out:

“Liu Manman…, there were five colleagues who escaped with me at the time, all but me died…. ”

After saying this, Liu Manman couldn't help but turn his head and look not far away at a dry, thin, black boy who was looking at her. Instead of looking at her, this little boy stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a hateful look. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed Liu Manman's eyes and saw this child, who was only four or five years old, frowned slightly. He didn't think the child had anything to do with Liu Manman. He asked aloud:

“Is that how they died? Starved to death or eaten by zombies? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's questioning caused the woman to tremble all over her body. At this time, the child finally couldn't bear it. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in Japanese. This time, the woman could no longer control her fears. She knelt at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet and shouted out loudly:

“Don't hurt my child... ”

“Your child?” Zhang Xiaoqiang questioned Liu Manman with confusion and looked at the child with oblique eyes as if a gust of wind could blow away. Then he intensified his tone to ask:

“Then why do you speak Japanese? ”

“Because his father was Japanese, otherwise I wouldn't have survived...” Liu Manman knelt up and looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang with prayer eyes. Crystal tears were the only thing that was clean on her face, then flushed down her cheek and poured the dirt from her face out of two dirty ditches. Hearing Liu Manman's words, Zhang Xiaoqiang's head was about to blow up and suddenly stood up pointing to the men who had been forced to kneel on the ground by the survivors and shouted:

“They did it? They killed your colleague? ”

Liu Manman looked silently at Zhang Xiaoqiang only crying, but acquiesced to Zhang Xiaoqiang's words. Zhang Xiaoqiang depreciated the impression in his heart indefinitely. He pushed Liu Manman away, walked up to the group of men and stared at them with a flaming look. Survivors surrounded by these men did not know that Zhang Xiaoqiang's anger was anger at all Japanese people. He leaped to try and stare at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the sword in his hand kept spinning, ready to cut down on the ground.

“Baga...” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the people on the ground to shout in Chinese, afraid that they wouldn't understand each other, can only use his most familiar Japanese vocabulary to scold, scold, while pulling out the big back chopper to prepare to sweep, how do you know not to use him to do it, the more than 30 survivors together made a beastly howl, first with a sword, dozens of men were instantly slaughtered, which surprised Zhang Xiaoqiang Xiaoxiao, looking at the winding blood on the ground to erode his feet, a lot of bad breath in his heart, turning to think, when they were not eating themselves, don't expect the Chinese people to get their rations, on the contrary, the Chinese people and hospitality will give foreigners the same treatment, this is the difference between the cultural traditions on both sides.