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“Brother Qian'er, there are Zombies at the front gate,” a Young Man warned.
“Ah,” Jiao Ziqian froze for a moment, then recalled the explosion from the back of the warehouse, his brows furrowing. It seemed Luo Yu's ambush had not worked.
“A few Zombies just escaped back, still at the front gate. What should we do?” Militia A asked.
Jiao Ziqian gritted his teeth, about to suggest a hard charge when he suddenly remembered the defenseless women in the camp. If they attracted the Zombies inside, it would be chaos. He broke into a cold sweat at the thought of the Zombies moving freely among their ranks, almost jumping into a trap.
“Damn it, I wonder what Brother Jiu and Luo Yu are up to,” Jiao Ziqian cursed as he kicked a car that had turned into scrap metal. Suddenly, an idea struck him. “How many cars can still run? Get them ready to retreat!”
“Retreat? What about the camp?” Militia A was taken aback.
“First, we need to save our lives. The Zombies can deal with each other,” Jiao Ziqian said. Like Luo Yu, he remembered the principle of survival in critical moments: as long as there are green mountains, one need not worry about firewood.
The wind in the forest grew stronger. After two large-scale Zombie attacks within half a month, Jiao Ziqian estimated that most of the Zombies near the riverbank must have been attracted over. Not daring to delay, he assigned a few armed Militias to cover them and hurriedly moved the injured onto the remaining two Pika vehicles, ready to make a quick getaway.
The Blonde Woman standing at the front gate looked on in confusion, unsure of what these remaining locals were planning. It seemed they had no intention of pursuing further victories. Just as she pondered their intentions, she heard engines roaring from the side wall. Turning her head, she saw another Pika speeding toward them from behind the wall, about to cross paths with the two vehicles preparing to flee.
Jiao Ziqian quickly slammed on the brakes and poked his head out of the window. The face peering back at him belonged to Xiao Tian.
“What’s going on, Brother Qian'er?”
“Damn it! Where are Liu Yan and Dream Fan?” Jiao Ziqian's scalp tingled as he caught sight of several Zombies appearing at the side wall opening. He waved urgently, “Retreat! Retreat!”
Xiao Tian was confused and hadn’t even had time to ask about the Zombies when they showed up again causing trouble. Without wasting another moment, he turned the Cabin around and sped off. Bullets from a White Person shattered Jiao Ziqian's car window; he didn’t have time to retaliate. Seeing that no one was injured, he pressed down on the gas pedal and followed suit. The three vehicles kicked up a cloud of dust and quickly vanished into the night.
At the broken wall opening, both the Blonde Woman and Chef Jia were equally flustered. The Zombies were nearly forgotten; now they ruled this land.
“How could we attract Zombies?” The Blonde Woman glared at Chef Jia and shouted, “Have all those responsible for regularly clearing out Zombies died off?”
Chef Jia's expression remained unchanged as he casually tossed the pot aside. "Well, Xiao Zhu and the others are dead."
The Blonde Woman's face shifted between shades of green and white. The camps they had set up were supposed to have regular zombie extermination plans, but this side by the river had been neglected. Now, it was chaotic—zombies, zombies, and ordinary survivors all gathered together.
At this moment, Chef Jia couldn't be bothered to think about anything else. Jiao Ziqian's sudden departure was quite clever; he had left the mess for her to deal with. The remaining people in the camp were not fighters, so it would be interesting to see what the Blonde Woman would do. Whether she chose to bravely resist or flee the city, it was all good news for Chef Jia, who had become a captive.
"Contact someone for support; we can't abandon this camp," the Blonde Woman ordered coldly before turning to leave.
"E," a White Person called out in despair, muttering, "The equipment is still in the truck."
"Then use the guns you have to kill them! If you run out of bullets, use knives. Do I need to teach you how to do that?" The Blonde Woman exploded in anger, pointing at several despondent zombies and unleashing a torrent of curses. Before she could finish venting her frustration, gunfire erupted in the camp, pushing her fury to new heights.
Chef Jia turned towards the sound and saw that the brightly lit cafeteria had suddenly gone dark. Occasional screams from women pierced the air, and soon after, a crowd of figures rushed out of the main door, scattering towards the square.
In her rage, e felt like she could bite through her silver teeth. This whole situation felt like a replay of history from three years ago. The series of unexpected events had completely enraged the Blonde Woman; she drew her pistol and fired three shots into the crowd.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The muzzle flashes illuminated the chaos as some fleeing individuals were unfortunate enough to be hit, collapsing to the ground with cries of agony, instantly swallowed by the throng.
Chef Jia's brows furrowed as she realized that the Blonde Woman was now beyond reason—she was on a killing spree. The White Person and three defeated zombies were driven out of the camp to distract more zombies. In her fury, the Blonde Woman hadn't forgotten about Chef Jia; she twisted Cook's arm behind his back and marched toward the panicking crowd, her sapphire eyes glinting in the night.
Chef Jia had no idea what had happened inside the cafeteria and dared not speak up in such a situation. In an instant, over a dozen women and children burst through the door—some fled towards the warehouse while others ran straight toward e, seemingly panicked and lost.
e understood their intentions all too well; she kept firing as she moved forward. Anyone who charged at her was met with bullets that tore through them without exception. These people were not zombies; Bayonetta's bullets were lethal to them. The Blonde Woman didn't believe that the pretty girl tied up could kill any black person. After a moment of thought, she realized what had happened and became even angrier—she had been outsmarted by a traitor.
"How careless of me," e lamented bitterly. Hearing news about Wu Wentao had indeed made her let down her guard; she shouldn't have left him in the cafeteria.
The crowd was fleeing from the ruthless foreign woman, pushing past several bewildered women. The Blonde Woman glanced at the entrance, where a Black man lay on the ground, a pool of crimson spreading from the back of his head.
“Bastard!” the Blonde Woman cursed loudly, her brow twitching as she noticed one of the women she had just shoved aside charging at her with a knife.
With a cold laugh, the Blonde Woman tightened her grip on Chef Jia's arm and swiftly dodged to the side. She delivered a powerful kick that connected with the attacker's chin, causing the assailant to grunt and spit out a few teeth before collapsing to the ground. Before she could raise her gun to shoot again, another rush of air signaled an incoming blade that clashed against her gun barrel, creating a dazzling spark.
The impact numbed her hand as she yanked Chef Jia back, pulling the trigger in quick succession and sending the attacker sprawling far away.
Meanwhile, outside in the wilderness, the Horde was drawn by the repeated gunfire. Four Zombies found themselves cornered and had no choice but to brace themselves against the advancing horde. Though they were well-equipped, they could not withstand the overwhelming force of the massive Horde. They fought their way backward, abandoning their useless weapons and retreating to a half-finished trench in front of their camp.
A sharp-eyed White Person spotted the barricades made of wooden stakes on either side and quickly called for his companions to move over and take cover. Hearing the gunfire from within the camp, they hesitated, unsure whether to hold their ground or return for support. Just an hour ago, they had been dominating the camp; now they understood what it meant for fate to turn against them. The group of locals fled swiftly, leaving them trapped with no way forward or back.
Inside the camp, the Blonde Woman was furious, tearing at Chef Jia as she shouted angrily, “You worthless pigs! I provide for you all, and yet you show no gratitude! You’re nothing but despicable scum!”
Her tirade was abruptly cut short as Song Jiu and Liu Yan emerged from the panicking crowd, launching a surprise attack. One seized her gun while the other stabbed at her, managing to control her wrist while delivering a vicious thrust. The Blonde Woman reacted quickly; in an instant of being attacked, she fired multiple shots, knocking Liu Yan down before she could claim Song Jiu's life. However, her gun clicked empty with a sharp sound.
With a swift motion, she threw her gun at Song Jiu and pushed Chef Jia aside before drawing her dagger and lunging forward.
Midway through her charge, she stumbled as Liu Yan—who had been shot—suddenly rose again and clung tightly to her leg. Song Jiu dodged the empty gunshot with an angry shout as he swung a Steel Saw Blade toward the Blonde Woman's head. Surprisingly agile, she executed a split to evade the blade while delivering a kick that struck Liu Yan squarely in the face.
Chef Jia was pulled up after being knocked down; upon looking closely, she realized it was that Fat Man from earlier. His sweaty face showed urgency as he hurriedly lifted Chef Jia onto his back and ran.
“Go help them!” Chef Jia urged desperately; with his size carrying her, he wasn’t any faster than she could run herself.
“I’m not your bodyguard! Don’t talk nonsense!” Fat Man replied hastily in a mix of dialects as he rushed down a narrow path leading toward the pigpen where Luo Yu and a Young Man were anxiously waiting.
“You two take Sister Jia and go!” Luo Yu shouted as he snatched a knife from Young Man's hands to assist Song Jiu. However, as he moved, he stumbled slightly and nearly fell to the ground.
Chef Jia jumped off the broad back of Fat Man and hurriedly helped Luo Yu, urging, "You're in no condition to cause more trouble. Should we retreat?"
"Retreat. The camp can't hold," Luo Yu gritted his teeth and stopped insisting. With the support of Fat Man and Young Man, he fled toward the warehouse.
"We can't hold on any longer; retreat quickly!"
The Zombie guarding the main entrance also fell back to the camp, relying on Brick Wall at the exit to unleash a desperate barrage of firepower. He threw out all his high-explosive grenades; if they didn't retreat soon, he would have to leave the Glory Bomb for himself.
Meanwhile, Sister Foreign Girl in the square was too focused on her fight to care about anything else. She was engaged in a one-against-two battle, her Dagger slicing through the air with precision, leaving both opponents covered in wounds in no time.
Liu Yan's Zombie physique was holding up well enough, but Song Jiu was already injured and had been holding back his anger to take down Blonde Woman. To his surprise, even with both of them attacking together, they couldn't gain the upper hand.
"Retreat!" Song Jiu realized things were going wrong as he saw several Zombies pulling back. If they didn't leave now, they might not get away at all.
"You’re not a member of Wu Wentao," E Liu glared at Liu Yan, whose face was smeared with blood.
"I am—was," Liu Yan replied with a bitter smile, shrugging his shoulders.
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