Apocalypse Cockroach: Three hundred and forty-seven struggling

Many people actually don’t recognize the difference between D-Type Zombie and D2. At first, a D2 broke into gathering place and caused no change. It was still the armed police who used several heavy machine guns and rocket launchers to kill it. Nowadays, such a strong zombie appears on the stage. In the face of zombie, it was another militia holding a steel knife not long after putting on the military uniform, how could this not make them afraid.

Then the cry of the crying father shouted the mother, the crowd began to commotion, the disturbance just started, the huge gunshot of the large-caliber anti-aircraft machine gun, the deafening sound of the 14.5-mm caliber gun, and the several-meter-long fire tongue from the one placed on the heavy bus The muzzle of the rotating twin anti-aircraft machine gun spouted. Tens of thousands of people were scared by the gunshots. The only thing that did not scare. In addition to the firepower group that fired, there were the militia on the stage and D-Type Zombie. zombie had already stood on the platform. Stretching his muscles and bones, the militia looked at the zombie in front of him with sweat holding on to the sword shield.

The militia is just a small person, and he never thought of what he could accomplish. He was just a little Ordinary people who loved to take advantage of a small bargain, and he was not too courageous. Standing here was also a misunderstanding. When he went to the toilet, when he came back, the recruiter explained the reasons for the previous recruitment, and was preaching the rewards that the camp would give. When he heard what cigarettes and wine, what canned fresh meat, he thought that the opportunity was rare, and the competition first agreed. .

With this promise, he found something was wrong. His comrades did not fight with him. Instead, he looked at him with an unbelievable look, which made him guilty and waited until he knew what he was going to face. , Such news.

Fortunately, the camp wanted to make him a model, not let him be a snack. The temporary assault taught him how to fight D-Type Zombie for two hours. After two hours, he only learned that D-Type Zombie is very powerful and fast. It’s not slow, I don’t remember everything else. Now when he is officially confronted, he finds out how correct the instructor said. The zombie in front of him is a burly figure, just like the sportsman before Doomsday. Not to mention that it has become zombie, even if it is Still alive, the militia did not dare to say that he could fight, but the military law of the camp was harsh. Once he didn’t want to do it, he would wait for him, and he would be dealt with by the deserters. The camp was the coldest to deal with deserters, and even the dead body would not be collected. .

Facing D-Type Zombie, he was sweating and his legs were trembling. zombie sniffed the air, showing an excited expression, and rushed at him. The only thing he could do was to keep going back when facing D-Type Zombie. Until there was a clear gunshot behind him, looking back, his captain aimed at him with a pistol. The captain looked serious, his eyes indifferent, and in the captain's eyes, he saw death.

The performance of the militia fell into the eyes of the audience below. They knew that the militia was also scared. His expression and psychology of zombie were no different from theirs. Seeing this, their hearts were relaxed and their bodies were as far back as possible. Retreat, they do not believe that the militia can kill D-Type Zombie, what if the D-Type Zombie kills the militia, and run down to kill them?

Compared to the concerns of the onlookers below, the militiamen on the platform felt the fear they had never had before. At this moment, he finally knew why the camp wanted to choose among them. The camp was telling the following people, all the same. People, in the face of danger, either resist in desperation or give up in desperation. If he kills zombie, it proves that Ordinary people also has the ability to kill zombie. If he gives up resistance, the camp will let him be killed by zombie , And then replace his captain on the stage to kill D-Type Zombie, can also use him as a negative teaching material, the difference between courage and no courage.

Thinking about something, zombie has arrived, waving his big paws to him, and at this moment, the only thing he remembers is the most heard sentence every day: "Hold your shield, that is your only Things that can save lives..."

The big claws knocked heavily on the militia’s shield. At this moment, the training last night and the usual training were completely forgotten by him. He only knew that zombie couldn’t catch him. He didn’t tilt the shield. , Use an oblique angle to slide the claws of zombie away, but use all your strength to resist the shield and want to resist the great power of zombie.

"When..."

The militia’s lucky crotch dropped the first claw, and before breathing, the second claw fell on the shield again. This time, the militia couldn’t hold on and took a step back. This time, half of him His body was numb and he hadn't stood firm after taking a step back. He hit the shield hard with huge force. The militia couldn't even hold the knife this time, and fell out with blood spray.

The militia fell heavily on the floor, and his heart hurt, and another blood spewed out of his mouth. The blood he spewed made D-Type Zombie crazy. zombie ran over to the militia, raised his claws, and swung down. Looking at the paws that were swinging down, the militia twitched and lay on the ground and rolled to the side. Without stopping, the zombie turned to him again.

At this time, the militia had felt that Death was smiling at him, and could not help but look at his captain for help, but he saw that the captain was receiving a long knife steel shield of the same style as him, and he seemed to be preparing to take the stage.

He only saw here, the zombie had arrived in front of him, the militia could only roll out again, for five minutes, the militia lying on the ground panted and dizzy, but zombie immediately followed him and did not relax, The militia knows that no one can help him, everything can only rely on himself.

Fighting over the zombie again, the militia took advantage of the opportunity to kneel on one knee, glancing at the side, looking for opportunities, glancing at zombie, the ground, and the companions below, looking for opportunities for life.

Several rollovers in a row, the militia did not find any chance in others, then he really understood that everything can only rely on himself, on the stage, in addition to him, there is D-Type Zombie which kills him. The only one who can leave one, and the militia is naturally unwilling to die is ~IndoMTL.com~, who looks at the long knife behind zombie, which is his only offensive weapon.

zombie doesn’t think so much, it just wants to eat the **** food in front of it, the atmosphere here makes it anxious, the wind brings a lot of humanity, and the unprecedented amount of humanity makes zombie feel happy, it is like The mouse that fell into the granary could not wait to have a meal.

zombie will never be as good as human beings. They focus on reality. The militia that moves like a mouse in front of it will be its first dish. Several times of empty air make zombie anxious, and the hoarse roar is louder than loud. zombie's anxious roar fell into the ears of the onlookers. It sounded as if zombie was laughing at the militia. They saw the militia struggling under the claws of zombie again and again, as if returning to the day when the virus broke out, countless people were on the street. , office building, buses, and shopping malls were torn up by zombie.

One such nightmare experience is enough. Numerous people are struggling from this nightmare to gathering place. In gathering place, they are willing to starve to death and not want to go out. They are frightened by the nightmare nightmare. Guts.

Nightmares are reappearing now. They are not seeing the militia struggling under the claws of zombie. The life-and-death line under the claws of zombie is clearly their own. Therefore, they do not look at bystanders, but by substitutes. Go and see, worry about every militia in distress, and thank him for every escape.

The game where the eagle catches the chicks above continues, and the hearts of thousands of people below turn into one. They all inhale because of tension, and at the same time exhale for the sake of happiness. The windows of the big cars parked on the side are buzzing.

No one feels bored or bored. They even hope to keep it like this. The militia will never be eaten. Even, some people pray that God will let D-Type Zombie die.