Apocalypse Cockroach

Chapter 186: 186 Harvest and desolation

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Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around to look at another S-shaped zombie, and saw that this zombie, which had been punched a few times by him, was being abused by several big men like a weak girl. Zhang Xiaoqiang's new subordinates were holding shovels for digging holes. He was messing with his head, frantically beating the s-shaped zombie lying on the ground and twitching slightly. These big men were crowded too tightly together, and the men with tools behind were still shouting at the people inside, telling them to let them go. Open a little so that I can enjoy myself too. When the crowd dispersed, the s-shaped zombies turned into a puddle of fleshy mud. Several men saw the zombies dangling on the side of the parapet, and they shouted excitedly and picked up the zombies. Those zombies rushed forward, followed by a group of men copying guys, Zhang Xiaoqiang was still a little stupid, he had never seen such an active person killing zombies, he could not be said to be active, it should be said to be fanatical, thirty big men also Not a single one of them rushed forward, no matter their height or age, everyone shouted loudly, and all the guys in their hands greeted the zombie's head, like a gust of wind suddenly blowing, and when the crowd dispersed, they stopped at the wall Not even one of the dozens of zombies that could stand was seen.

"Tough...tough." Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the men who had warmed up and happily walked back and made an accurate evaluation. The biggest difference between these men and Zhang Xiaoqiang's combat team was that Zhang Xiaoqiang's men were very good at dealing with the same kind. Powerful, but it can only be said to be reluctant to deal with zombies, and this group of former construction workers is very ugly in front of the same kind, but they are unambiguous in dealing with zombies, they are ruthless and quick in action. skill.

What Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know was that this group of people admired Zhang Xiaoqiang and his 20-odd people for blocking two thousand zombies. They all knew that zombies can only be killed by beating their heads, so how could two thousand zombies have time for you to aim at them? But Zhang Xiaoqiang's subordinates insisted on winning. When the zombies approached them within ten meters, they did not mess up their positions, and none of them turned around and ran away, unlike them who could only fight against the wind. The feet run away.

Wang Chong picked up the rifle and looked at the dead zombies with lingering fear in his heart, but he didn't stop. He loaded the bullets and continued to shoot at the corpses. He didn't have time to feel sorry for him. Now he was a fighter, and as long as he didn't die, he would keep fighting until he fell.

No amount of zombies can fill the fireworks at the muzzle. As time goes by, the crowd of corpses is gradually decreasing. When the last burst of gunfire stopped, there was no longer a zombie that could stand in front of everyone. The combat team All the members threw away their rifles and sat on the parapet to rest. Zhang Xiaoqiang held a silver pistol and patrolled inside the parapet. The ground, which was preset as the entrance of the battlefield, was stacked with zombies layer by layer. The corpses are full, and most of the zombies are incomplete limbs. They were hit by machine gun bullets. Many zombies have become broken corpses. One arm is scattered everywhere, and there are many The zombies were still emitting green smoke, and half of their bodies were buried in thick soil. They were killed by mortars or grenades... On the messy battlefield, the dense zombies were like piled up on the beach. Dead fish, layer upon layer, the highest place has formed small mounds of meters high. Some zombies with broken limbs but no vital injuries are still wriggling in the pile of corpses, and they still want to climb out and continue to move forward. Bite off the fresh meat in front of you, and men with bayonets or shovels walk among the dense piles of corpses. As long as they see a zombie moving, or send a bullet into its head, its sky spirit cover will be lifted. It turned over, or a shovel edged with Cheng Liang slammed its head off... "Beng..." The door was kicked open, and three men rushed in with shields and flashlights, and then they heard voices coming from inside. Come: "Safe... safe... no zombies!" Then a few men who had nothing to do with their fists walked in and began to rummage through bags of rice and bacon, beds of cotton-wool quilts, bags of clothes, and pieces of used clothes. All the miscellaneous tools were moved out, and the cooperation of several people was like flowing water. In less than ten minutes, the room was basically emptied except for some large appliances and thick furniture. With the last figure flashing out, the room fell silent again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the empty street. Now, the whole town belongs to Zhang Xiaoqiang. He stands in the center of the town, looking at the various buildings that have weathered the wind and rain, and watching his men break open the gates He rushed into the house and moved all kinds of supplies out one after another. For some reason, he lost the joy of the past, and his heart became more and more depressed. Like a puppy, the little girl kept stuffing the oddly shaped snacks into the little girl's mouth. The little girl didn't refuse, and she ate as much as she could. Yang Ke'er's crescent-like eyes slightly tilted up. happy.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's combat team and temporary engineering team were also very happy. They were carrying all kinds of supplies and talking and laughing loudly. Some people were still arguing about some novelty small trophies. It won't be long before more trophies are found. So they put aside their disputes and went forward to get a share. The three sub-machine gunners each carried a large backpack. They ignored the booty that the men were fighting for. Their goals were some daily necessities, shampoo, shower gel, Sisters, cleansing cream, and hand cream, these things that were thrown on the ground by the men were picked up by them and thrown into the backpack behind them. There was a scream, and then there was a burst of melodious laughter floating in the quiet town, with some grass, dry and other words sandwiched between them... Everyone is very happy, today is a good harvest day for them. There are a lot of objects in Tiangongdi, but those building materials and machinery are of no use to individuals. They can’t get any trophies. All the trophies belong to the base. Of course, they won’t say much, but they can get some trophies for their own use. They are still the happiest. They are grateful to Zhang Xiaoqiang. It is also the first time for them to laugh heartily after the end of the world. They let out all the depression and depression in the past with their laughter... Seeing these people laughing heartily, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel anything. Happy, he walked alone on the lonely long street, walking slowly across all kinds of rubbish and scattered bones on the ground, on both sides of the street were small shops, he even saw a small Internet cafe, the Internet cafe is not big , also can hold 20 computers, the Internet bar is very messy, the chairs were overturned, the old-fashioned box-shaped monitors fell on the ground, and a dull-colored sneaker was suppressed by a drink display case that fell on the ground. On the ground not far away, there was a mass of dark brown dry blood, and some scattered white bones showed people the tragic scene in the past.

The other facades on the street are similar to Internet cafes, messy and dilapidated, and there are traces and corpses left by the desperate people at that time. He looked up at the mountain, and the vegetation on the mountain was still lush, except for the large areas of withered yellow. The viaduct at the place, the tall viaduct was showing him the grandeur of the past, he looked up at the sky again, today is a day without sun, the dark clouds, the dark sky are just like his depressed mood at the moment, he took a deep breath Unable to spit out the pressure in his heart for a long time, he continued to move forward...