Apocalypse Cockroach: Three hundred and thirty-two choices and attitudes

"I will give you a knife for each of you, you will cut off one of your hands and let you taste what it is like to be separated. As long as you do this, you can follow me back to the base. If not, you can choose exile, that is to say, where do you go back and forth, how?"

Two sabers fell beside another man and a woman. The woman looked at the saber in front of her and could not help but shrink her body tighter. The man held the general knife with his teeth, held it high and closed it Eyes swing towards the arm · · · · · · · ·

The man with his arms tied kneeled on the ground and cried out loudly. Around him were more than a dozen people who were also tied up. These people either begged for mercy or blamed injustice. The men who lived were crying like tears.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the farce before these people indifferently, standing behind the two women.

It’s not about Zhang Xiaoqiang’s sexism. Zhang Xiaoqiang said it’s giving them two choices. In fact, there is only one real choice. The seemingly exile choice is just a trap. A trap that can help Zhang Xiaoqiang decide their destiny. Zhang Xiaoqiang is also hesitating. Whether to kill them or not, he used self-mutilation to help him decide.

The man is the first to take the knife, but he chooses to give up when the knife is halfway down. Not everyone has the courage to cut his own knife. The two women waved the knife to their wrists. The bones are not It’s so easy to cut, even the pork sellers have big machetes that cut bones. Two small sabers naturally cut the hands of two women. Although their hands were severely cut, they left their own Life.

The man who didn’t dare to cut himself was ordered to be shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The guys who accompanied him were shot by the guys who support human flesh. Not all people have the courage to eat humans. Some people are in favor of nature and some are against it. All of them are the strongest and most powerful among them. The opponents are naturally beaten and their mouths are shut. Now the strongest men among their companions finally wait for their retribution.

The porridge fire was changed to a small fire, and the porridge was already cooked well, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not order to go out to eat for the survivors. He wanted to give these survivors some appetizers.

Hundreds of emaciated survivors stood on a 20-meter clearing and stretched their necks to look at the unlucky eggs waiting to be shot, although their stomachs were calling for hunger, but this did not affect them to see murder Yaxing is just like Cai Shikou more than a hundred years ago. Today, more than a hundred years later, these ordinary people also love to watch the lively murder.

The guys waiting for the shot were kneeling or lying on the ground. Behind them were the members of the rifle trip. With the Lu Xiaobu password, the muzzle of a black hole was aimed at the back of these people. · · · · · · · · · · · · · >

After a burst of gunfire, the gathered crowd spread apart, and the porridge-wrapped iron pan was slowly surrounded by the crowd coming from the execution ground. They stood on tiptoes, stretched their necks and looked into the pan Milky rice porridge, smelling the porridge of rice porridge swallowing slobber.

The ragged survivors of yellow skinny skinny clothes are all scattered from ten miles and eight townships. They don’t know what discipline is, nor how to maintain it. Now they are silent at the same time around the cauldron, nobody Talking and whispering, no one looked left and right, they were waiting, waiting for the Zhang Xiaoqiang to order the meal.

one by one wolf-like team members carried the buttstock and smashed the crowds together, regardless of whether men or women were ordered to stand in a line, seeing these fierce players around them, these militiamen in their lifetime The ordinary people who stood by the team during the training magically stood in a row, and the width before and after was actually the same.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang is speechless here, Chinese people · · · · · · · · · · · ·

The players holding the pots and spoons are like the judges of one by one who are holding the power of life and death. They shouted loudly and put one of the big bowls in the basket next to them in their hands, and the iron spoon in the right hand was in the pot He casually picked up a spoon and poured it into the bowl in his left hand, handing it to the survivor who was standing in front of the pot, staring at the leftover porridge in the spoon.

The survivor hurriedly took over the bowl with the grass and ash sticking on the edge of the bowl with his hands and turned around. The life behind him was afraid that someone might jump in line, and at the moment he turned, he stepped over to where he was standing. In terms of position, no matter how scorching the flames under the cauldron were, the two cloudy eyes stared at the large iron spoon stirring in the pan.

The man holding the porridge bowl carefully looked at the road under his feet, holding the sides of the two bowls tightly with his hands, and occasionally glanced around with vigilant eyes to see if anyone would hit him ~IndoMTL.com~ Even if there was only half a bowl of white porridge in the bowl, he was afraid that a drop would sprinkle out. When he headed forward, a heavy voice stopped him.

He was so shocked that the big bowl in his hand was almost unsteady. After his anxiety, he put the big bowl in his hand to his chest and looked over to the person who shouted to him over there. The young player of the rifle was smiling at him carelessly, and a black bamboo radish in the big bamboo basket beside him was thrown at him.

The black sauced radish rolled over and fell towards him. He had the heart to pick it up, but he held the big bowl in his hand. "Pu· · ·" radish rolled on the dusty ground, and he stepped forward He bent down and picked up the black to gray radish from the ground, then he bowed to the player who threw the radish, lightly wiped the radish on the clothes and put it on the white porridge in the bowl like snow.

He didn’t complain to the team member. When he saw the radish in the bowl that was still sticking to the mud, he was even a little excited in his heart. The person who hasn’t been hungry doesn’t know it. Yes, those who have truly tasted that desperate hunger and whose stomach burns like fire have no dignity. There is only one word in their hearts and brains, "food" whether it is clean or not, regardless of It is unhygienic for eating, just for a little bit, that is food, it is a baby that can live.

The radish players seem to enjoy this kind of fun. Those survivors who are carrying porridge hold half a bowl of white porridge like a bomb. When they see how cautious they are, they want to make trouble with them Being trapped in a material warehouse and rescued, I have never been hungry. Naturally, I don’t know what these people who dig grass roots in the wild and pick bark treat food. Seeing these people treat food more than they treat themselves The ancestor card is also respectful, and he finds it fun.