Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred fifty-six spirits? ? ?
With the efforts of Zhang Xiaoqiang and the combat team, zombie fell to the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang solved all S-Type Zombie all by himself, and others followed Zhang Xiaoqiang, and his record was even clearer than Zhang Xiaoqiang himself. Seeing him alone resolved half of the zombie, and all S-Type Zombie, was more fearful of him, and more respected. With the means to punish the people, with the record of making people respectable, Zhang Xiaoqiang is now completely in the position of leader Stand firm, even if he is not at the base, as long as there is no news of his death, these people will not have any idea of rebellion. It is Zhang Xiaoqiang that is too strong.
Zhang Xiaoqiang smokes cigarettes against the body. Other members of the combat team also rest around him, smoking cigarettes or drinking water, and others secretly aiming at the Shangguan Qiaoyun, which is wiping the triangular thorns for Zhang Xiaoqiang. A thrilling fight, Shangguan Qiaoyun has some black ash and stains on her body, face, and hands. She also cares. Even if she sees the black ash on her face through the reflection on the body glass, she never thought about going. Wipe away, she has matured a lot in this battle, and she has also let go a lot. Now Shangguan Qiaoyun has begun to become like a warrior, saying goodbye to the former delicate young lady forever.
"What did you think when you fired? You fired before you saw it, so you are not afraid of hurting me?" Zhang Xiaoqiang smoked a cigarette and looked at the logistics team who cleaned the body of zombie at the door. In the end it came out from the mouth.
Shangguan Qiaoyun stopped the movement in his hand and began to recall the situation at that time · · · · · · · · ·
She fired seven bullets in the air continuously, watching zombie, who slowly wanted to shake herself, became more and more anxious. She took a deep breath and silently read in her heart: "If you are not in a hurry, · · will definitely hit · · · Certainly · · ·" she dragged the gun tightly against her shoulder and put the muzzle of the muzzle on the head of zombie. Just about to pull the trigger, something suddenly seemed to be calling in her mind, and her body immediately stiffened. There seemed to be something happening behind her. She wanted to turn her head. Coco held the rifle with both hands holding the gun body. She turned it around before she thought. She didn’t see what was going on, and her finger pulled. After the trigger, the gun was a crisis experienced by Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Spiritual events???" Zhang Xiaoqiang felt hairy, isn't Shangguan Qiaoyun just talking about ghost upper body? Zhang Xiaoqiang has always believed in these things rather than believing in nothing. He has experienced something, although he hasn’t seen it, but he seems to feel it slightly. For example, he went to the country to play. In that old house, he wanted to open the door in the house and went out. The door suddenly opened by himself. Then it seemed like a gust of wind was blowing, he didn't feel any coolness, and his skin was unconsciously goose bumps. When he went out to the living room, he saw that all the doors and windows were closed, and there were no flowers and trees outside the windows. The traces of being blown by the wind, then there was a pimple in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, just like escaping from the house and stepping on a soft thing on the corridor, you can scare yourself to death.
Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately shut up and dared not ask any more. Who knows if the great **** has yet to get rid of Shangguan Qiaoyun? Anyway, he saved his life. Should he find himself in the middle of the night?
Two hundred corpses were moved by six people, and the ground at the gate was black blood of zombie. Although there is not much blood in the body of zombie, they can’t hold them in a large amount, and thick black blood accumulates on the ground. It was a bit slippery, and all the bodies were not removed until two hours later. Zhang Xiaoqiang and the combat team did not mean any help. The logistics team can eat white rice as long as they are on duty. Zhang Xiaoqiang now has a lot of rice and can’t finish it. Rice, but he wouldn’t raise them in vain, what would someone who desperately tried if they let everyone eat rice? In this case, Zhang Xiaoqiang has established several classes, he and He Wenbin San Zi, they are the first class, the combat team is the second class, the base women and some important positions are the third class, more than say the cook and Wang Le, it is still counted Two guys who learned to repair and manufacture from him. The first three classes were full of rice, and the rest were all the fourth class. Usually only half of the rice was rationed. The chicken feed was open. You can get it by following the combat team. Three days of rice were allotted in full.
They came out to work hard. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s combat team must keep their physical strength to deal with the danger, so looking at these is a look that looks down on people. The logistics team is wearing ragged clothes, that is their own. In the previous clothes, Zhang Xiaoqiang would not give them the military uniforms he kindly took out. One of the six men wearing yellow military uniforms of World War II looked particularly eye-catching. Looking at him, all the members of the combat team were despised.
Seeing that the exit was cleared, Zhang Xiaoqiang made a gesture, all the combat teams began to check their equipment, San Zi filled everyone with 30 rounds of bullets, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was also carried on the body by the clean weapon one by one wiped by Shangguan Qiaoyun. He looked at Shangguan Qiaoyun and said: "You are looking at the car outside. Where did you put the pistol last time? Find out and don't put it on your body, remember the lesson!"
Shangguan Qiaoyun blushed all the time, and the pistol was always under her left flank, but she couldn’t remember that she still had a pistol. She saw Zhang Xiaoqiang leading the crowd and she untied the uniform Take off the rifle belt, put it back on your waist again, and put the rifle bullet into it. After thinking for a while, I found out that her previous carbine was also loaded. A carbine was beside her, a rifle was in her hand, and she sat Be alert in the car.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was headed by a steel horned horn gun, followed by a combat squad with a rifle, followed by six logistics teams with shields, and a group of people walked to the parking lot of Hot Spring Hall. The area is large, and various high-end off-road vehicle and RVs are parked on it. All vehicles are surrounded by more than a dozen police cars. The doors of some police cars are opened. The seats, doors, windows, and the ground are all cheap. With black blood stains, bones, rags, deformed police caps, moldy leather shoes, bullet casings, and even seven or seven pistols surrounding the blood stains, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the middle and stooped to pick up the pistol, pistol After being exposed to the rain, the sun, and being trampled by the zombie countless times, looking at the pistol without a bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw it to San Zi, and continued to walk with him.
The greenery around the parking lot is pretty good. There are all kinds of vegetation from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, but now there is no greenery, the smooth trunks and branches seem to show people the past style, and the grass under the trees is also made of In the past, the greenery turned to dry, and a path paved with flowers and stones stretched forward in the forest until it was blocked in front of a large fountain. There was a group of stone carvings in the fountain. The theme was a group of girls bathing, and the stone carving was Western Realistic carvings, each stone carving is beautified by the carved beauty, full texture, beautiful lines, vividly showing the scene of a group of girls bathing by the river.
Zhang Xiaoqiang does not have any art cells. He walked around the stone statue in his eyes along the stone road. The scene in front of him actually surprised him slightly~IndoMTL.com~The valley was completely displayed in front of his eyes, a clear The creek flows slowly from a distance to a small lake in front of him. Around the lake is a small garden-style villa. Except for the garden-style villa, Zhang Xiaoqiang does not see anything related to modernity. There is no concrete ground, no The steel structure of the street lamp did not see any wires and machinery. The ground pavement was replaced with blue stone slabs. The sides were yellow-brown lawns. Walking on the smooth stone slab road, watching the gurgling sound of the stream, watching the quiet In the quiet lake, Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled. He suddenly felt that he was not looking for remnants in the battlefield. Instead, he was like a company leader with employees outing, and the surroundings were only quiet, except for the footsteps of the Zhang Xiaoqiang and the clear gurgling water. There was no other sound, no wind, no birdsong, no human noise, Zhang Xiaoqiang and others walked to the branch road leading to the villa.
Kill the last zombie locked in the house. Zhang Xiaoqiang stands outside on the lawn and looks at his future base. There are twenty or thirty houses in the villa area, and the layout of each house is similar except for the room. The size, decoration materials and other furniture are similar to those of other furniture. A small house can accommodate three or five people, seven or eight people are a little crowded, so that ten people can live, and the house in front of them can live. More than a hundred people, Zhang Xiaoqiang is very satisfied. It is better to have an existing house than to build it. The people in the combat team are very obedient, and the people in the logistics team begin to wear the clothes and utensils left by the previous guests on their own. .
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at San Zi without a word, and went on to the valley. Behind him came the screams of San Zi and the screams of the logistics team. The Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the farce behind him. They are all combat teams and bases. The logistics team naturally has nothing, no accommodation, and the rules are the rules.