Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang took the lead and took more than forty people to go inside. He was not using blood to bring out the zombies. The zombies were mostly locked in the cell. The blood was useless except for causing them to be crazy. The three sons took nine elites. When I stepped forward, I passed Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then I heard several low-pitched sounds of the rifle. A zombie with only a claw and a claw fell to the ground. The three sons led the way, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed, and the other fighting groups followed. Behind.

Walking through the parking lot, with the three children entering the main building, the three sons with people in front of the scattered zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang crossed a dead or old zombie body, stepping on the floor of the brass shell and behind, The messy ground is covered with dust, the dust is everywhere, the zombie body, the black and dry blood, the dull shell, and a piece of forest bone, in the middle of a pile of white bones, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a dyed The black-skinned Bayi-style rifle, he bent down and smashed the rifle from the middle of the bone. The gun was also covered with dust. The black cut-proof gloves on Zhang Xiaoqiang’s hand were smeared with a layer of white ash. He removed the clip. The thick 7.62mm bullet lay quietly in the magazine. He clipped the clip back to the gun body, pulled the bolt to open the insurance, and aimed the trigger on the white wall in front. "哒哒哒····· ····” The white wall and the concrete ash of the wall fell on the floor, and three irregular bullet holes appeared on the wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the rifle in the hands of the combat squad members behind him and continued to move forward. With Zhang Xiaoqiang’s demonstration, his men began to check the ground and saw rifles or magazines picking up, even if they were empty. The folder was not too disgusted. When Zhang Xiaoqiang walked halfway, he heard the gunshots in front of him become dense. He took people to step forward and went to an exit to see three sons and nine elites and fight back. Zhang Xiaoqiang retired here, and the dense zombies behind them were coming in. Zhang Xiaoqiang greeted the horn gun and rushed back at the exit.

The export was not big, and the three people could seal the exit side by side. Zhang Xiaoqiang continually stabbed a zombie and saw all the local players returning to the corridor and turned back. Afterwards, the three shields sealed the exit, and the dense zombies Squeezing together on the shield, the team members holding the shield continually squeezed to the back. The shielded players bit their teeth, bowing their shoulders and pushing them against the shield, but the zombies were too dense and the bodies were too many. Lida, the shielded hand was pushed by the zombies and pushed back involuntarily. The other players saw the situation crisis and went to the shielded hands. They leaned on their bodies and tried to squeeze out the zombies.

The dozens of big men huddled together and pushed forward. The zombies on the opposite side were still gathering here, and they were deadlocked on both sides. Zhang Xiaoqiang held the desert eagle and walked behind the man. The battle group and the zombies were entangled. Together, he has no better way. The three sons and the nine so-called elites are also crowded in. They are also squinting like others. They are trying to squeeze out the zombies. Still screaming loudly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the grenade stuck on the belt and tried to throw it out, but he finally hesitated to stop his hand. His men were stuck in the middle of the corridor, throwing it out simply, but God knows if the debris of the grenade explosion will be Wounded? And the sound of the explosion and the air waves will also have an impact. Zhang Xiaoqiang has too few people and he can't afford it.

Suddenly there was a small S-shaped zombie behind the corpse that jumped to the head of the corpse and quickly climbed up here. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw his hands and feet and used the S-shaped zombies who climbed here. He didn't dare to raise his hand. The trigger of the Desert Eagle. "Afraid······" After a crisp sound, the right eye of the S-type zombie burst into a black blood flower and fell on the top of the corpse. Zhang Xiaoqiang held his pistol and turned his head to look behind him. Shangguan Qiao Yun is putting the Garland **** that has not been exhausted from the shoulder.

Then a gust of wind passed over Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear, and a figure wearing a windbreaker flashed from his side. The madman Guo Fei held the long straight knife and jumped on an elite shoulder. He ran forward on the shoulder of the front man. He was short. With his body in his right hand, the knife was marching toward the zombies in the rugged shoulders of the crowd. When the last line of defense consisting of the iron shield and the arm of numerous zombies, he jumped up and crossed the iron shield and the zombie’s arm. Opposite the shoulders of the zombies, both hands clasped the knife and slammed to the right, and a black broken arm flew up into the sky with his claws.

Countless claws stretched out from under his feet to grab his legs and feet. When a paw closest to him was only a line from his trouser legs, he jumped to the S-type zombie body that was topped by the corpse. On this time, he did not stop, stepping on the shoulders or head of the zombies to run behind the corpse, just after he reached the edge of the corpse and jumped to prepare for the zombies, another S-type zombie jumped into the air. In the past, he danced with a straight knife in the air to escape the claws of the S-type zombies and landed on the ground. The S-type zombies fluttering in the air fell from the waist into two sections and slowly sank to the edge of the corpse.

Guo Fei’s madness is only Zhang Xiaoqiang and Shangguan Qiaoyun can see clearly. Everyone else is crowded together. I only feel that my shoulders are sinking and I feel nothing~www.readwn.com~ Seeing Guo Fei’s performance, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s chin is almost gone. On the ground, where is this to kill the zombies, is this obviously going to die?

Guo Fei went to the back of the corpse. Zhang Xiaoqiang could not see his situation at the moment through the dense corpse. He had no other thoughts and considerations about his death. Everyone must be responsible for himself.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the zombies on the edge of the corpse turning around and rushing backwards. First, two, and then a group of two groups. The men who were struggling with the corpse clearly felt that the strength of the corpse was slowly subsiding. They shouted. The squad pushed the corpse out step by step. It started slowly. After that, it was getting faster and faster. The crowd cheered. All of them pushed the zombies out of the exit. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a shadow in the middle of the corpse. The middle of the flashing, a zombie rolled silently to the ground.

"Ha······" a shield hit a zombie on the ground, and the bayonet on the Garland rifle stabbed from the zombie temple, and a leather military shoe stepped on it. On the slightly twitching head, the bayonet was pulled out. "啪啪啪·······" The three sons and the two elites stood together, and the nine-mm pistol in the hand continuously sent a particle bomb into the head of the zombie. The elite team of the ten-man team shot with their pistols at their zombies. With their precise shooting, a zombie continued to fall down, and Zhang Xiaoqiang’s horn gun or straight thorn, or oblique pumping, or picking, one Only the zombie continued to fall under his feet. As he went deeper and deeper in the corpse, he felt that the pistol in his hand was not good enough to be turned over and turned over like a javelin in the hand. The zombie’s chest was thrown out, and the horned gun shot an arc in the air to pierce the chest of the D-type zombie. The sharp horned gun passed through its body and was nailed to the ground. The D-shaped zombie was nailed by the horngun. Do not move.