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"We were caught off guard." Lin Daozhang's tone was filled with dissatisfaction. The events had unfolded clearly, and no amount of faith in their captain could change the facts that had already occurred.
With a loud crash, the car window beside them shattered into pieces.
The group quickly ducked down to avoid the flying glass, just in time to see a Foreigner, who was shooting from behind a barrier, get struck on the head by something that flew through the air. The gun tilted awkwardly, sending a bullet spiraling into the sky before he was pulled down by several hands reaching out from below.
"Damn it," Old Lin exclaimed in surprise. It seemed like there hadn't been any secret weapons when they were ambushed yesterday.
"Useless," Old Russians muttered under his breath. Ignoring Ming Junwei's attempts to stop him, he charged forward with his gun raised. Before the others could provide cover, numerous whirring objects flew up from downstream of the barrier. Old Russians quickly dodged an incoming projectile, but then a thin, bald man suddenly crawled up from the road, swinging something heavy down towards him.
The two were too close together; the hidden shooter behind the car couldn't fire in time to assist. Old Russians seemed momentarily stunned as he pulled the trigger, only to feel a hard impact on his face. The bullet fired at close range turned the bald man into a bloody mess, and Old Russians felt darkness closing in around him, nearly losing consciousness.
"There are more than I expected," Luo Yu said, his face pale as he pointed through the car window towards a patch of grass that had yet to catch fire. Dots of light flickered there, rapidly approaching them.
"Can we afford to waste ammunition?" Luci asked. So far, her gun had not fired a single shot. The Foreigner and Militia were laying down heavy fire without pause, and lacking confidence in her marksmanship, she chose not to waste bullets.
"Hard to say; those guys aren't just going to take hits without fighting back," Liu Yan adjusted his glasses and whispered. "Look, they've started charging and have already expended quite a bit of firepower; now they're beginning to spread out."
"Zombies," Song Yao said sharply, gazing at the flickering lights on the highway illuminated by flames. "The Zombies are being drawn here; we need to retreat."
"We can't retreat," Ming Junwei shook his head firmly. "With such commotion, it would be strange if Zombies didn't come."
"If we stay here, we'll be caught between two enemies," Song Yao frowned seriously. "This is all we have; we can't afford to deal with Zombies."
"Don't hold back, just charge in," Ming Junwei tossed aside his cigarette butt with a cold smile. "Their ranged weapons are just a one-trick pony; charging in fiercely won't help them against guns."
"What about the traps?" Lin Daozhang recalled the sight of cockroaches swarming everywhere, sending chills down his spine.
"Are you sure the entire grassland is filled with traps?" Ming Junwei asked with a strange expression. "The road must be at least a kilometer from the mountain. Can they really dig out the whole area?"
"That's hard to say," Lin Daozhang replied, grimacing as he looked up to see Old Russians running back, clutching his bleeding head.
"The enemy has reinforcements," Old Russians noted, spotting the scattered flickers of fire. "But they don't have heavy weapons, so there's not much threat."
"Get down; the zombies on the road are coming closer," Ming Junwei glanced at the object Old Russians was holding and frowned. "What is that?"
"I don't know," Old Russians said with a self-deprecating smile, dropping the rope with the iron weight onto the ground and cursing, "It hurts like hell."
"Let's go; this thing doesn't have the range of bullets," Ming Junwei chuckled, signaling the militia to form up and use their firepower to push back the bald men still causing trouble near the flames. Taking advantage of the firelight, they stepped onto the scorched earth.
Lin Daozhang had developed a phobia of traps and was unwilling to act as a scout. Reluctantly, he thought about whether Liu Yan and Luo Yu could shoot; even if they couldn't, a swarm of people rushing in wouldn't cover him. Red Mother had clearly learned of his escape but seemed unconcerned, not sending anyone to pursue him. Instead, she leisurely began her torture show.
"Is she trying to lure you out?" Yang Chun Yue's mind flashed with an idea. "How about you go out to attract her attention while I help you?"
"How would you help me?" Song Jiu was taken aback by this suggestion.
"You draw her over, and I'll shoot her," Yang Chun Yue said casually, though deep down she felt uncertain. Noticing Song Jiu's silence, she added, "What about Doudou?"
"I'm not sure," Song Jiu frowned, signaling her to be quiet. He saw the bald man leaning closer to another Foreigner, who was furiously cursing in his native language.
The women looked on with a hint of regret; it was clear that the Westerners' prowess in bed was well-known, and it felt like a waste to throw it all away without experiencing it. Chu Guangxu and the Direct Descendant Young Man were pale, powerless against the fate that awaited them, their eyes filled with despair.
At this moment, Song Jiu felt a mix of emotions. He was relieved that he didn't see Jiao Ziqian and Wu Wentao here, but he couldn't guarantee whether the two had escaped or had already been dealt with. Given the current situation, he had no advantage; behind the boulder lay a flat expanse, and even if the bald men closed their eyes and fired, they could probably turn him into a mess.
"Think of something!" Yang Chun Yue was even more anxious than he was. She watched as one bald man pressed a glowing hot iron against the groin of the castrated Foreigner. Blood and foam dripped from the Foreigner's mouth as his body trembled violently, emitting a horrific wail that sounded inhuman. The pain was evidently unbearable, sending chills down her spine. However, the Short, Fat Woman sitting in the middle of the large chair showed no sign of concern, as if she hadn't heard anything at all, continuing to fiddle with her stubby fingers.
"This is too inhumane; it's simply anti-human!" Yang Chun Yue's chest heaved violently. She tried several times to step forward but was held back by Song Jiu.
"Are you just going to watch your companion be tortured?" Yang Chun Yue stared wide-eyed at Song Jiu in disbelief.
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