Apocalypse Cockroach: Four hundred and nineteen cleanup

After reaching the fence, the eyes of the night were across the river. Numerous corpses gave off the smell of corpses, which made people sick, but these days, every day, they smelled the smell of fighting, but let Zhang Xiaoqiang not be as before. I couldn’t find it, but I didn’t smell Zhang Xiaoqiang. I was smoked by the smell of corpse there. Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped back and forth and turned to the wall to spit a few clear water in the direction of gathering place.

After vomiting, Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the tears that oozed out of his eyes and secretly said: "Fortunately, I didn't eat breakfast, otherwise I ate in vain..."

Under the corpse mountain is the corpse river. The entire river is covered with zombie. Numerous corpses extend from the foot of the corpse mountain to the surrounding wall. There are also many zombie on the surrounding wall. After the first layer is completely lost, it is stacked. On the first floor, zombie has raised the walls of the four a meter in heights by more than six meters. Some zombies have begun to rot, and the rotten corpses smelled directly at the wall. On these corpses, countless ragged men took tools to get one zombie corpse. Under the fence.

The people below are cleaning the fence. Zhang Xiaoqiang stands on the wall and looks at them. Although they have different identities, the Zhang Xiaoqiang, like them, surrounds their nose and mouth with cloth strips. Obviously, everyone is afraid of corpses.

The surrounding wall is not just corpses, there are countless zombie whose bones have been stepped on, and they can’t die for a while, struggling in vain, these zombie are covered under layers of corpses, wait until they are exposed, showing fangs to the people around them, When doing intimidation, there was an exclamation, and then various shovel hoes fell on their heavenly covers.

Whenever the half-dead zombie comes out, needless to say, the crowds around come forward, various shovel iron rods, **** wooden rakes will knock on the top of zombie's head, unconsciously, the survivors below When I cleared the remaining zombie, I was no longer as scared as before. Sometimes zombie had good luck, was suppressed, and was not injured. When he got up, the surrounding crowd did not run away. zombie was killed with a stick.

After seeing these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded secretly. The following people can be used. If they find a safe foothold and bring them up for a while, thousands of elites who can use cold weapons to kill the enemy come out.

Cleaning up zombie is a thrilling and disgusting job. At first, no one was willing to talk. They worked hard. Later, more and more people could not bear this kind of repression. One of them said voluntarily. Start talking.

"When will so many zombie be cleaned up? There are many on the wall, more in the middle of the river, and hills piled on the other side of the river. It is best to have tens of thousands of zombie, don’t know How did the black lights burn last night..."

The man is twenty-five to six years old, and looks hungry like everyone else. Under the ragged sleeves, a pair of lean arms hold a wooden rake and rake the zombie under his feet outside the wall.

"You will count, but I don’t know how you got tens of thousands of corpses. There are tens of thousands of corpses under our feet. There are also tens of thousands of rivers more than ten meters wide. There are still corpse mountains over there. Hundreds of thousands, don’t tell me you dropped out of second grade in elementary school..."

The people around him ridiculed and ridiculed him. This person was not in a hurry, but he was frightened by what others said:

"Obviously, hundreds of thousands, if it was put in the past, I am afraid that there will have been blood flow here. Fortunately, those things are no longer human..."

The people who cleared zombie below were a little more active, and they all muttered on the wall, listening to the people talking below each other to exchange their views, Zhang Xiaoqiang listening to people’s gossip, looking at the zombie on the river. Anxious, zombie's decay rate is very fast, before long zombie will become a pile of bones, but the river has been filled with bones, if zombie comes again before the bridge is repaired, they can not expect Xiaohe to become zombie again.

For tens of kilometers of rivers that can’t be seen without water, Zhang Xiaoqiang feels powerless. The river is outside the fence. He didn’t dare to remove the fence and let the construction vehicles such as excavators go outside to clean the river.

If you can’t think about it, you don’t need to think about it again. Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the corpse mountain in front of it, trying to find a way to flatten the corpse mountain, at least to clear out the shooting boundary, and the corpse mountain has really become a small one. In the mountains, from the peak to the foot of the mountain, zombie piled up, and countless claws and legs were like vegetation on the top of the mountain. The squares were scattered densely among the corpses. Among them, white bones were occasionally seen, and the rotten dark green solution flowed between the white bones.

The peak of the corpse mountain is slightly flat, countless zombie falls on it in different postures, such as old trees with whiskers, intertwined roots, and countless zombie twisting in the middle. These zombies have broken leg bones, and did not die for a while. Struggling, these unlucky eggs abandoned by Z-Type Zombie are no longer a threat, so gathering place is not willing to waste even a bullet, let them struggle in the corpse.

From the corpse peak, the corpse mountain gradually thickened. At the foot of the mountain, layers of zombie piled the ground up to a height of 35 meters. Among them, half-dead zombie can be seen everywhere, and a twisted half-dead zombie is like a Only black maggot.

A corpse of about fifteen meters is a stumbling block in the heart of Zhang Xiaoqiang. Too many deaths of zombie is not a good thing. Countless corpses not only affect the zombie sea, but also affect gathering place. Unknown, you can only shoot zombie in the vicinity. Once forced by the corpse tide, it means that it is likely to be swept down by zombie, which is the most dangerous.

Thinking about this, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed softly, which made him a headache too. If it wasn’t enough for gathering place gasoline, he had the heart to burn the whole body.

It happens that not only Zhang Xiaoqiang is in focus, but the survivors who cleaned zombie below are also in focus.

"You said, the body on the wall is easy to remove, just throw it away, but what about the zombie below? The whole sum is filled, if we go down to clean, when will we clean up?"

A man suddenly said this, and the others didn’t speak anymore. The environment on the wall was so bad that they were so irritated that they could clean up the wall and exchange it for ten kilograms of rice. If they were allowed to go down to clean zombie and give them more rice, they would only feel that life was better than death.

"You only care about what you do. We only need to do what we see right now. Don't worry about things we should worry about. That's what we should think about above. Pay attention to your identity."

A person said this, pulled a corpse under his feet to the wall, kicked it, and his face was somber, he was not a fool, naturally knowing that zombie would come again, the wall might not be able to stop it anyway , The fence can’t stop them, and they can’t live. They’re upset~ IndoMTL.com~ simply blame the guy who put things through.

Below silence again, each doing his own work, but some people live in their hearts, zombie will come again, as mentioned above, before zombie comes again, gathering place and zombie will have a gap in the second war. There is a time difference in the middle of this neutral gear. No matter how much zombie is, it is impossible to fill up the entire radius. If you are lucky, you can always avoid the zombie's forward. No matter how well you go, a small life can at least keep it.

Some people are thinking of fleeing gathering place in their hearts, others are working silently, they don’t want to think about it, they just want to work **** rice to feed themselves, anyway, even if they are dead, they can be fed. The identity of the dead ghost.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sees this and knows that he can’t think of any way to stay. He is really sleepy. He turns around and wants to go back to the camp to have a good night’s sleep. Let’s talk about the rest of the time. A word came under the wall behind him to stop Step down.

"We have a small river ditch there, which is smaller than this river, and is almost filled with various stones. The largest one is the size of a car, and the smallest one is also a fist. One summer flash flood broke out. Roll those stones below, if there is a flash flood here, maybe the corpses below do not need to be cleaned, they will be swept away by the flood..."

The person who said this did not know how much impression he made on Zhang Xiaoqiang in a casual sentence, the crowd below was still talking:

"The beauty I think, it hasn’t rained for half a year. How can I change it even if it rains? The water network is dense here. Even if it was like the heavy rain of the previous year, it is impossible to form torrents, torrents, torrents here. The ditch is only there, where are the mountains..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer ignored those people, turned to the camp, and was anxious while walking, with some trots, Zhang Xiaoqiang was reminded by someone, thinking of a way to clear the river...