Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred eighty-six harvest and desolation

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned to look at another S-Type Zombie and saw that this zombie that had been punched by him was just like a weak girl who was cruelly abused by several big men. The new Zhang Xiaoqiang subordinates were holding digging holes. Shovel and head, frantically pounding the S-Type Zombie lying on the ground slightly twitching, these big men crowded together too tightly, the men with tools behind were still screaming at the people inside, letting them get out Click to make myself enjoyable, and when the crowd disperses, S-Type Zombie turns into a sludge. Several men see the zombie swaying on the side of parapet. They shouted excitedly and then picked up the guy to pounce on those zombie. Go, and then followed by a group of men who copied the guy, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a bit stupid, he had never seen killing zombie to kill such an initiative, it can not be said to be active, it should be said that it is fanatic, and no one of the 30 big men Shaoquan rushed up, everyone shouted loudly regardless of height and age. The guy in his hand greeted the head of zombie as if a gust of wind suddenly blew through, waiting for the crowd to disperse, dozens of people staying over the fence Only zombie didn't even see the one who could only stand.

"Tough · · · · · is tough." Zhang Xiaoqiang watched men who had done warm-up exercises and happily walking backwards made an accurate evaluation. The biggest difference between these men and the combat team under Zhang Xiaoqiang is that Zhang Xiaoqiang’s men It is very powerful to deal with the same kind, but it can only be said to be reluctant to zombie, and this group of former construction workers are very bearish in front of the same kind, but they are unambiguous to deal with zombie, they are fierce in their actions, and their actions are sloppy. zombie's killing skill.

What Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn’t know is that this group of people admired Zhang Xiaoqiang for blocking the 2,000 zombie with the 20th life. They all knew that zombie had to hit his head to kill. How could 2,000 zombie have time to give Are you aiming? But Zhang Xiaoqiang's men just want to get it. They are approached by zombie to within 10 meters without chaos, and no one turns around to run away. Unlike they can only fight downwind, seeing zombie is not too much, they are swarming up, seeing zombie is scattered Feet run away.

Wang Chong retrieved the rifle and looked at the zombie who died at his feet with fear, but did not stop in his hand, he got a good bullet and continued to shoot at the corpse, he had no time to feel the grief of Doomsday has grinded him into an iron Bone boy, now he is a warrior, as long as he does not die, he will continue to fight until he falls.

No matter how many zombies can't fill the fireworks of the muzzle, as time goes on, the crowd of corpses gradually decreases. When the last shot stopped, there was no zombie in front of everyone. All the members of the combat team dropped their rifles and sat on parapet to rest. Zhang Xiaoqiang held a silver pistol to patrol the parapet. The zombie was set as a layer of code on the ground of the battlefield. The previous black was yellow. The ground has been filled with corpses, most of the zombie are incomplete limbs, it was hit by machine gun bullets, many zombie turned into broken corpses, one arm east and one thigh scattered everywhere, also Many zombie are still smoking, half of the body is buried in thick soil, that is forced to blast or grenade to blow up the · · · · · · · · · · · ·

In the messy battlefield, the dense zombie is like dead fish piled up on the beach, layer by layer, the highest place has formed a small corpse mound of a meter in height, some of which have been interrupted but no injuries The vital zombie is still wriggling in the corpse. They still want to crawl out and continue to bite at the fresh meat in front of them. The man with a bayonet or shovel in one by one walks in the dense corpse, as long as zombie is seen moving, Or send a bullet into its head to flip its celestial cover, or a shovel with a bright edge to slash its head off · · · · · · · · · ·

The door of "Peng· · · · · · · ·" was kicked open. Three men rushed in with a shield and a flashlight, and then heard it heard: "Safe · · safe · · · · · no zombie!" The empty-fisted man walked in and started to turn over the box, a bag of rice bacon, a bed of cotton wool bedding, a bag of clothing, and all the debris tools used were moved out. The cooperation of several people was like a cloud of water, no By ten minutes, except for some home appliances and thick furniture, the room was basically emptied. As the last figure flashed out, the room was silent again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is walking on the empty street. Now, the whole town is his Zhang Xiaoqiang. He is standing in the center of the town, looking at the various buildings that have gone through the wind and rain, and watching his men break open. The fan door rushed into the house to move all kinds of materials out of the house. For some reason, he lost the joy of the past and his heart became more dull. Yang Ke'er took the little girl in a grocery store and tore a bag of snacks, like Feeding puppies like that, constantly stuffing strangely shaped food into the mouth of the little girl, the little girl also refused to eat as much as she could, and her eyes were slightly raised like Yang Ke'er Yueya'er, and she was very happy.

The combat team and temporary engineer squads under Zhang Xiaoqiang are also very happy. They are carrying all kinds of materials and laughing out loud. Some people are still arguing for some novel small trophy. It was found that they put down the dispute and went forward to get a piece of soup. Each of the three deputies machine gunner carried a large backpack. They ignored the loot that the men were fighting for. Their goals were daily necessities, shampoo, and bathing. Lu, sisters, cleansing cream, hand cream, etc. These things thrown on the ground by men are picked up by them and thrown into the backpacks behind them. They are like treasure hunters walking around the monuments ~ IndoMTL. com~ From time to time, there are surprise screams, and then there is a pleasant laughter floating in the quiet town, with some grass in between, dry words such as · · · · · · · · ·

Everyone is very happy. Today is a harvest day for them. There were many items on the construction site a few days ago, but those building materials machinery are not of any use to individuals. They don’t get any loot. All loot is Of course, they will not say much, but they are most happy to get some of the loot they use. They are grateful for Zhang Xiaoqiang. They are also the first time after the arrival of Doomsday, they will laugh with laughter and will be depressed in the past. With depression, vent with laughter · · · · · · · · ·

Looking at the laughter of these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not feel any happiness. He walked alone on the lonely long street, walking slowly across the various garbage and scattered bones on the ground, there was a room on both sides of the street In a small shop, he even saw a small internet café, internet café is not big, he can put 20 computers, internet café is very messy, pushed down the seat, the old box-shaped display that fell on the ground, a dim color movement The shoes were pressed by a beverage display cabinet that fell to the ground. On the ground not far away from the sneakers, there was a black and brown dry blood stains. Some scattered white bones showed people the former miserable scenes in the blood stains.

The other facades on the street are similar to internet café. They are messy, run-down, and there are traces and corpses left by the desperate people at that time. He looked up at the mountain, and the vegetation of the mountain was still lush. Looking at the viaduct in the distance, the tall viaduct is showing him the former grandeur. He looked up at the sky again. Today is a day without the sun. The dark clouds and the dark sky are as depressed as his mood at the moment. Yi Yukou's air pressure couldn't spit out for a long time, he continued to walk forward · · · · · · ·