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"Don't worry about him for now." Song Jiu took the sheet and tossed it to a nearby Militia member, involuntarily glancing at Xiaofei. The girl’s eyes were still swollen, her face pale. It seemed she sensed Song Jiu's gaze and didn't look up, instead hiding a bit behind the Pockmarked Girl.
"What are you writing with?" Song Jiu didn't pay much attention, wiping the sweat from his face, but then caught a strange smell. Opening his hand, he saw some bright red paint in his palm.
"It's blood." Xin Mengfan winked playfully and explained, "Sister Jia said there was no paint here, so she went back to the warehouse and used her boyfriend's blood to write." She pointed at Xiaofei and whispered, "I told her you ate a Living Person, and she believed it."
"You're ruthless." Song Jiu was taken aback; that person had died unfairly and still couldn't rest in peace.
"Have you figured out how to signal Luo Yu? I heard A Hai say that the flares were all set off by this silly girl." Xin Mengfan shot a glance at the Pockmarked Girl, her tone unfriendly. The hot-tempered Pockmarked Girl merely lifted her eyelids, surprisingly not retorting; it seemed she was also intimidated by Xin Mengfan's painting process.
"I haven't figured it out yet. First, I'll raise the flag. I'll go out with the team; if she sees the flag, she should know how to coordinate with me." Song Jiu looked at the sky, estimating that it was almost time. If they waited any longer, it would be dark, and fighting Zombies at night wasn't wise. Before leaving, he repeatedly reminded Xin Mengfan not to come out and join the fray once the fighting started. There were still some women in the camp who wouldn't participate in the battle; he instructed her to take them into the mess hall and lock the doors and windows until he returned victorious.
"Can you handle it?" Xin Mengfan still felt uneasy, pointing at the Militia members by the door and wall. "Will they listen to you?"
"They have to listen whether they want to or not. Once we bring Luo Yu back, they won't have a say anymore," Song Jiu sneered, already forming a rough plan for after the battle in his mind.
"A Hai, you two take over the front gate and raise the flag while you're at it; Liu Yan, you eighteen stay behind. Wait until they push out before you guard the gap." Song Jiu checked again for any oversights before grabbing his weapon and climbing into the lead Cherokee. The driver was a middle-aged man with a simple face who shifted awkwardly when he saw this young commander get into the vehicle.
"Just charge forward; once we’re out of Zombie territory, turn around and follow the convoy. Don’t be nervous," Song Jiu said, glancing at the three Militia members crammed together in the back seat. He advised them, "You’ll get out of the car with me. When fighting Zombies, don’t hesitate; if you don’t fight back, you’ll die. Understand?"
"Understood." The three nodded vigorously, thinking that wherever he went, they would follow.
As the setting sun cast a blood-red glow across the sky, it heralded that tonight would be a night of bloodshed.
A large military flag made from several white bed sheets was tied to the tower, marking the ambush. At first, he felt disappointed because the number of people in the ambush was about the same as those in his vehicle. They were all wielding slender blades and lacked high-powered firearms, which seemed unlikely to have much effect. However, Musclehead's disdain didn't last long; it was quickly consumed by the rising flames.
Musclehead couldn't see clearly, but a man at the forefront threw something resembling a Molotov cocktail into the horde of zombies. A burst of fire erupted, and the howling zombies instantly transformed into a mini hellfire. This was just the beginning; more Molotov-like projectiles followed in perfect arcs, accurately landing in the dense zombie area. One after another, flames ignited as piles of zombies were cut down by a human meat grinder, creating a miniature hellfire legion.
The Broken Wall Militia was startled by the sudden explosion of flames. Before they could react, a dozen or twenty fierce warriors charged into the horde, their long steel knives swinging repeatedly, leaving behind a ground littered with dismembered bodies. Witnessing this squad's speed as they sliced through the zombies like cutting vegetables made the militia wish they could dig a hole and hide. The blood and fire within reach finally ignited the last flicker of courage in their timid hearts. Accompanied by increasingly wild howls, the defending militia members quickly achieved impressive results. The three-person formation assigned by Song Jiu proved effective, allowing these inexperienced militia fighters to balance offense and defense, transitioning from clumsiness to fluidity with only a field of corpses separating them.
Indeed, the militia that managed to adapt successfully had broken out of the zombie encirclement. Those who panicked and could not form a cohesive attack and defense amidst the sea of blood would see that brilliant fiery sunset as their last sight in life.
With Luo Yu and Jiao Ziqian's small team coordinating from within and outside, they had effectively formed a pincer attack against the zombies. The rhythm of switching between defense and offense began to take shape. Additionally, following Song Jiu's advice not to get too attached to fighting, one group fought while retreating, inadvertently leading the scattered horde away from their camp into the wild forest.
Song Jiu flexed his wrist; his steel saw blade was stained with blood. In front of him lay a ground full of headless corpses. The three militia members in his vehicle and their driver were inspired by him and unleashed an astonishing fighting spirit. The four formed a back-to-back group with Song Jiu, advancing and retreating together, drenched in blood with fervent eyes.
Song Jiu exhaled deeply as he saw Luo Yu and Jiao Ziqian rushing over; his heart settled. He swung his knife to stab a charging zombie and flicked his wrist, leaving a trail of dark blood on the ground.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Song Jiu seemed to catch something. A glance revealed Liu Yan standing atop the wall with her gun stock pressed against her shoulder, aiming directly at him.
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