Apocalypse Cockroach - Chapter 854

Many people don't know the difference between type D zombies and type D2 zombies. In the early days, when a D2 burst into the gathering place and caused unchangeable killing, it was the armed police who used several heavy machine guns and rocket launchers to kill it. Now there are such strong zombies on the stage. Facing the zombies, it is a militiamen who has just put on military uniform and has a steel knife. How can they not be scared.

Then there were cries of crying father and crying mother, and the crowd began to stir up. The big turmoil just started. The huge gunfire of large caliber anti-aircraft machine guns was rising, and the 14.5mm caliber gunfire was deafening. Several meters long tongues of fire spewed out from the muzzle of the rotating twin mounted anti-aircraft machine guns installed on heavy buses. Tens of thousands of people were scared by the gunfire, except the firing group, There are also the militia and D-type zombies on the stage. The zombie has already stood on the platform, stretching his muscles and bones. The militia holds the sword shield tightly and looks at the zombie in front of him in a sweat.

The militiamen is just a small man. He never thought that he could make great achievements. He is just an ordinary man who likes to take advantage of himself. It's also a misunderstanding to stand here. He just went to the toilet when he first selected the personnel. When he came back, the recruiter explained the reasons for the recruitment and was preaching the remuneration that the camp would give him, When he heard about cigarettes, wine and canned meat, he thought it was a rare opportunity and agreed to take the lead.

His comrades in arms didn't compete with him. Instead, they looked at him in disbelief. Now he felt guilty. When he knew what he was going to face, he heard terrible news.

Fortunately, the camp wanted him to be a model instead of a snack. It was a temporary surprise to teach him how to fight with type D zombies for two hours. After two hours, he only learned that type D zombies are very powerful and not slow. He didn't remember anything else. Now when he officially faced them, he found out how correct the instructor said. The zombies in front of him were very big, Just like the type man before the end of the world, let alone now he has become a zombie. Even if he is still alive, the militiamen dare not say that they can fight, but the military law in the camp is harsh. Once he doesn't want to do it, he will be treated as a deserter. The camp is the coldest place to treat deserters, and even the corpse will not be collected when he dies.

In the face of the D-type zombie, he was sweating and his legs trembled. The zombie smelled the air, showed excited expression, and rushed at him. In the face of the D-type zombie, the only thing he could do was to keep retreating until the clear gunfire came from behind. Looking back, his team leader aimed at him with a pistol. The team leader's face was serious and his eyes were indifferent, He saw death.

The performance of the militiamen fell into the eyes of the onlookers. They knew that the militiamen was also afraid. His expression and psychology towards the zombies were no different from them. Seeing this, they felt relaxed and recoiled. They didn't believe that the militiamen could kill type D zombies. What if type D zombies killed the militiamen and ran down to kill them?

Compared with the worries of the onlookers below, the militiamen on the platform felt the fear they had never felt before. At this moment, he finally knew why the camp chose people among them. The camp told the people below that they were all human beings. Faced with danger, they either resisted or gave up in a desperate situation. If he killed the zombie, it would prove that, Ordinary people also have the ability to kill zombies. If he gives up resistance, the camp will let him be killed by zombies. Then his team leader will take the stage to kill type D zombies. He can also be used as a negative teaching material. There is a difference between having courage and not having courage.

Thinking about things, the zombie had already arrived in front of him, waving his big paw to catch him. At this moment, the only thing he could remember was the sentence he heard most every day: "raise your shield, that's the only thing you can save your life..."

The big paw is pounding heavily on the militia's shield. At this moment, last night's training, In addition, he forgot all his usual training. He only knew that he could not be caught by the zombie. Instead of tilting the shield and sliding the Zombie's claws away with an oblique angle, he tried to resist the shield with all his strength to resist the great power of the zombie.

"When..."

Fortunately, the militiamen got the first claw in his crotch. Before breathing, the second claw fell on the shield again. This time, the militiamen couldn't insist on it and stepped back. This time, half of his body was numb, but he didn't stand still. The huge force hit the shield hard. The militiamen couldn't even hold the sword this time, The blood spurted and fell out.

The militiamen fell heavily on the floor, his heart hurt, and another stream of blood spurted from his mouth. The blood spurted by him made the D-type zombie crazy. The zombie ran to the militiamen, raised his paw and waved it down. Looking at the paw, the militiamen was very excited. He lay on the ground and rolled to one side. Before he stopped, the zombie turned to him again.

At this time, the militiamen already felt death smiling at him. They could not help looking at his captain for help. However, they saw that the captain was taking over the long sword steel shield with the same style as him, and seemed to be preparing for the stage.

He only saw here. The zombie was in front of him. The militiamen could only roll out again for five minutes. The militiamen lying on the ground were panting and dizzy, but the zombie was closely behind him. The militiamen knew that no one could help him. They had to rely on themselves.Once again, the militia took the opportunity to kneel down on one knee and scan around for opportunities. Their eyes swept over the corpse, on the ground and below, looking for opportunities to survive.

After several consecutive rollovers, the militia didn't find any chance on others. At this time, he really understood that everything had to depend on himself. On the stage, besides him, there was a type D zombie who would kill him. There was only one left between them. Naturally, it was the militia who didn't want to die. His eyes focused on the long knife behind the zombie, which was his only offensive weapon.

Zombies don't think so much. They just want to eat the blood food in front of them. The atmosphere here makes them anxious. The wind brings a lot of people. The unprecedented amount of people makes zombies happy. They are just like rats falling into the granary. They can't wait to have a good meal.

Zombies will never be as ambitious as human beings. They pay attention to reality. The militiamen who move like rats in front of them will be their first dish. They rush into the air for several times, making the zombies anxious. Their hoarse roars become louder and louder. The angry roars of the zombies fall into the ears of the onlookers, which sounds like the zombies laughing at the militiamen, They saw the militiamen struggling under the zombies' claws again and again, as if they had gone back to the day when the virus broke out. Countless people were torn up and devoured by zombies in the streets, office buildings, buses, shopping malls and shops.

Such a nightmare experience is enough. Countless people struggle from this nightmare to the gathering place. In the gathering place, they are willing to starve to death, but they are not willing to go out. They are scared by the nightmare.

Now the nightmare reappears. What they are looking at is not the militiamen struggling under the Zombie's claws, but themselves. Therefore, they are not looking at it with the eyes of bystanders, but with the eyes of substitutes. They are worried about every time the militiamen are in danger, and they are glad for every time they escape.

The game of eagles catching chickens continues on above, and thousands of people's hearts turn into one. They inhale together because of tension and exhale at the same time for happiness. The huge volume of sound is combined to form a line, and the car windows are buzzing.

No one is bored or bored. They even hope to keep it like this all the time. The militia will never be eaten. Some people even pray for God to let type D zombies die of exhaustion