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The muzzle flared with a burst of fire.
The firing pin struck the primer, sending the 5.56 round hurtling out of the chamber, spinning rapidly along the rifling, barely grazing Song Jiu's cheek as it zipped past.
Song Jiu broke into a cold sweat and turned to look back, only to see the neckless giant who had cowered in the square now lying on his back on the ground. His left hand clutched a gleaming blade of a machete, his arm still raised high. His right eye was reduced to a bloody hole, and the back of his head had exploded in a spray of red and white.
Song Jiu turned to glance at Liu Yan, who stood atop the high wall. The latter gave him an "okay" sign and continued to shift his aim, mowing down Zombies.
In that moment of distraction, Luo Yu and Jiao Ziqian rushed to his side. Without any pleasantries, Jiao Ziqian shouted loudly.
“Damn it! That guy's shooting skills are insane! You scared me half to death!” Jiao Ziqian patted his chest, still shaken, and added, “I thought he was going to take you out!”
“Are you okay, Jiu Jiu?” Luo Yu asked, noticing that Song Jiu was silent and feeling a bit anxious. Did he get hurt too?
“I’m fine.” Song Jiu seemed to snap back to reality, his eyes wide as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Just a little wet.”
While the three of them took a brief moment to catch up amidst the chaos, the Militia at the front was retreating in disarray. Before they could break through the gap torn open by the Cherokee, they were pushed back by swarms of Zombies coming from both sides. In battles involving Cold Weapons, having a Leader is crucial; without someone leading by example, most people's courage would remain buried deep within them. The situation on the side with the broken wall was much better; thanks to the engineering vehicle's overwhelming entrance and their close observation of Luo Yu's clearing tactics, they had essentially attended an impromptu breakout class.
Originally intending to support the front gate, Jiao Ziqian spotted Song Jiu getting out of the vehicle halfway there. Without hesitation, he abandoned the front gate's Militia, bringing his own people to join the battle at the broken wall. The engineering vehicle had become useless; the horde had been repeatedly divided and was now mixed in with the Living Persons. Although Musclehead wanted to indulge in some bulldozer action, he couldn't just crush his own people along with the enemy. Without any new orders from Song Jiu, he was unsure how to operate this behemoth. After thinking it over, he decided not to complicate matters further and parked the vehicle safely away from the Zombies, returning to battle with just his spear.
In just over ten minutes from breaking through the side wall to joining forces with "the two armies," the Militia, having followed in Luo Yu's footsteps, began directing small groups of divided hordes toward the wild woods. Another batch of Militia charging out from the broken wall was following behind Jiao Ziqian, exterminating the Mini Hellfire legion. These burning candle heads looked intimidating but had lost their lethality. The decayed and shriveled bodies were no different from firewood; one would ignite another, creating a chain reaction. Alcohol burned quickly but extinguished even faster; on the flat ground lay not only fallen corpses but also several piles of charred remains emitting a meaty aroma.
Led by Liu Yan, the Eighteen Musketeers steadfastly executed Song Jiu's orders, holding their ground at the breach without yielding an inch. They began to falter due to ammunition shortages but fortunately, sixty of the Militia held strong despite significant losses, managing to push back the Zombies through the gap and buying time for the gun team to regroup.
Song Jiu was fortunate to have chosen a reliable person. Liu Yan looked like a typical scholar, but he was truly skilled with a gun. Not only was his marksmanship exceptional, but his mind was also quick. The eighteen men were divided into three teams, imitating the famous Three-Stage Shooting Tactics. Although the shotgun was crude, it was far superior to the muzzle-loading rifles of the past, saving time on repositioning. The firepower from the Eighteen Guns had effectively turned them into guardians at the breach.
Especially with the shotgun's unique spread of pellets, the gap in the broken wall quickly transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse. There were limbs and severed body parts everywhere, shredded by iron sand and steel balls, with grayish intestines and slick entrails spilling onto the ground, thickly coated in dust, resembling delicious chicken strips waiting to be deep-fried.
Seeing that there should be no more issues at the broken wall, Song Jiu decisively led his companions to reinforce the main gate. It had already been over ten minutes, and the militia that had rushed out behind Cherokee still hadn’t managed to lure the zombies away as planned. If nothing unexpected happened, this group had likely failed.
Indeed, Song Jiu's guess was correct. By the time he returned to the main gate with Luo Yu, Jiao Ziqian, and their four companions, the zombies had already breached the defenses and were wildly attacking the two large doors. The barricades that had originally hindered the zombies lay toppled aside, and the ground was littered with corpses that had been disemboweled, completely devoid of human form. The zombies did not consume their own rotten flesh; these bits of meat undoubtedly belonged to the militia that had attempted to break through with the convoy.
To ensure that the broken wall would not fall, Song Jiu withdrew the guards from the surrounding walls, leaving only A Hai and another person to manage the door mechanism. In the chaos earlier, no one could pay attention to anyone else. Seeing that the battle at the main gate was intense, A Hai and his companion had no choice but to temporarily abandon the mechanism and resort to using spears left behind in the camp for a futile remedy.
The zombies did not require any formation; their thirst for blood and flesh guided them like a beacon. Most of their manpower had already gone to divert the horde at the broken wall, making it unrealistic for just Song Jiu and his seven companions to disperse the zombies at the main gate. Jiao Ziqian still had two Molotov cocktails left, but with zombies pressing against the door, once they ignited, it would likely spell disaster for the wooden barricade.
“ Brother Jiu, your division of troops is uneven,” Jiao Ziqian said as he crushed a still-moving zombie's head underfoot and picked up a handful of dirt to wipe off the slime stuck to his shoe. He joked, “What’s this? Seven swords descending from Mount Heaven?”
“I’ll attract their attention,” Luo Yu said without acknowledging Jiao Ziqian. With a flick of his wrist, he drew two gleaming Steel Saw Blades and spun them into beautiful arcs.
“No need for that,” Song Jiu said as he grabbed Luo Yu's sleeve and pointed behind him.
The others turned in that direction and saw a muscle-bound man in a tank top running back and forth with a spear in hand, excitedly waving at them from afar.
“Is this guy stupid? Why is he leaving the vehicle behind to come here like a fool?” Jiao Ziqian laughed as he greeted Song Jiu before running toward Musclehead.
The flames on the side wall had mostly burned away any remaining zombies, and those diverted by the militia were led into the woods. Theoretically speaking, the crisis surrounding their camp should be nearing its end. Song Jiu glanced at the flag waving in the wind atop the watchtower and suddenly had an idea. He turned to Luo Yu and said, “What do you think would happen if we hung a national flag here?”
"That would be more eye-catching," Luo Yu said thoughtfully. "I really want to remember that county town we passed by."
"Just saying it casually," Song Jiu laughed, noticing the bright yellow behemoth speeding towards them, spewing exhaust fumes. He quickly signaled for a few people to step back to a safe distance.
"What’s up with this Zombie? It wouldn’t be something you created, would it?" Song Jiu dismissed the other four in the vehicle and climbed onto a dirt mound at the edge of the wild forest, shielding his eyes as he watched Jiao Ziqian showcase his driving skills. The massive vehicle transformed into a bumper car under his control, charging forward recklessly. Jiao Ziqian was relying heavily on luck; if Xiao Zhu held out a bit longer, wouldn’t that put him in danger? However, since nothing had happened yet, there was no need to dwell on it. He shifted the conversation back to the Zombie issue.
Luo Yu tore off a leaf and wiped the blood plasma from the edge of his Steel Saw Blade. "I've been keeping an eye on those Zombies in the county town, so I left someone to guard our route back. In the end, the Zombies didn’t show up, but an enhanced squad did."
"You mean these Zombies are the same ones we saw that night in the county town?" Song Jiu asked.
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