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At the narrow exit of the mine, Leng Fengyang stood with a flashlight that barely pierced the darkness, illuminating a horrifying scene ahead, surrounded by decaying corpses. The rotting bodies, with their skin in tatters and hollow eyes, approached slowly in an unnerving, synchronized manner, as if driven by some invisible force, instinctively craving the living.
"A Yan, Lao Luo, do you think we have any other options?" he said. "This is the apocalypse; survivors are fleeing for their lives. Waiting for rescue is nearly impossible."
Leng Fengyang's words were not mere alarmism; those who still lived had fled to the Dark Side of the Moon, humanity's last Safe Zone, where no rescue forces remained.
A Yan fully agreed with Leng Fengyang's assessment. Luo Shanhe would not harbor any illusions either; self-rescue was their only chance of survival.
"Lao Luo, I have a plan. You provide cover fire against those corpses at the mine entrance while I get close to those monsters and carve out a bloody path."
At that moment, Leng Fengyang exhibited his leadership spirit. Knowing there was no chance of escape, he resolved to create one instead. He continued, "A Yan, stick close to me and find a gap to escape. Try to get to the car and come back for me and Lao Luo."
The three synchronized their plans, exchanging trusting glances before preparing to act separately. At the dimly lit entrance of the mine, Leng Fengyang's gaze was exceptionally resolute, as if it could penetrate the endless darkness.
He looked toward the faint light filtering through the mine's exit and swiftly drew out a rusty, blood-stained rebar from his back. Gripping it tightly in his hand, he felt its heavy weight surge within him, igniting a fearless courage.
"Lao Luo, are you ready?"
Leng Fengyang's voice was low yet powerful, cutting through the surrounding silence.
Luo Shanhe nodded firmly, gripping his loaded submachine gun tightly. His eyes were equally determined; he knew that at this moment, they were not fighting alone but as brothers bound by life and death.
With a command from Leng Fengyang, Luo Shanhe opened fire first. Bullets poured out like a torrential rainstorm, instantly scattering the corpses gathered at the mine entrance and clearing a narrow path for Leng Fengyang.
The clash of gunfire and flames wove together into a tragic battle hymn in this desolate place.
Taking advantage of the cover fire, Leng Fengyang moved like lightning toward the area shrouded in death. The rebar sliced through the air in sharp arcs; each swing accompanied by the wails of corpses falling around him.
Though these monsters moved slowly, their sheer numbers and the nauseating stench they emitted were overwhelming. New corpses continued to surge from the darkness, attempting to halt their advance.
With agile movements and the courage of a Grave Hunter, Leng Fengyang navigated through the horde of corpses. Each dodge was perfectly timed as if he danced with death itself.
He understood that even the slightest mistake could be fatal. Sweat mixed with blood trickled down his cheek, yet his gaze grew colder and more focused; only one belief resided in his heart: survive and bring his brothers along with him.
A Yan closely followed behind Leng Fengyang. She lacked a weapon but her eyes brimmed with determination and trust. She seized every opportunity during Luo Shanhe's suppressive fire to nimbly weave between the corpses in search of an escape route.
She knew her mission was equally daunting; she had to find a tank quickly and return to assist Leng Fengyang and Luo Shanhe.
In this life-and-death tug-of-war, time seemed infinitely stretched; every moment bore heavy trials and challenges.
As a seasoned Grave Hunter facing the terrifying army of corpses, Leng Fengyang relied on his rich experience and calm judgment.
With each precise swing of the Rebar in his hands, he cleaved the terrifying monsters charging at him, carving a bloody path through despair, drawing closer to the dark exit of the mine.
He quickly turned, his gaze piercing through the swirling dust, landing on A Yan, who was closely following him. In that moment, his eyes held both determination and an undeniable urgency.
He pointed decisively at a gap among the corpses ahead, his voice deep and powerful: "A Yan, now! Run, don't look back!"
Upon hearing this, A Yan felt a sudden tightening in her chest, a surge of unprecedented energy coursing through her body.
She understood that this was not just Leng Fengyang's personal call; it resonated with the team's will to survive, embodying their shared belief in fighting side by side against adversity.
Without a moment's hesitation, A Yan summoned all her strength to turn around. With Leng Fengyang's clever cover and the complex terrain around her, she pushed herself to the limit, weaving through the mass of corpses and quickly breaking free from their grasp.
However, when she glanced back toward Leng Fengyang's position, she saw swarms of decaying bodies rushing together, swiftly engulfing his figure. This sight made A Yan's heart race with anxiety as she disregarded everything else and sprinted forward.
Not far away stood that familiar tank, quietly looming like a loyal guardian.
A Yan's heart leaped with joy as she dashed toward the steel beast.
With a deafening roar from the engine, A Yan slammed down on the accelerator, driving the tank into a cloud of dust and charging toward the mine with unstoppable force.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, her eyes blazed with determination. The tank rumbled over the rugged ground, emitting powerful roars as it crushed the corpses beneath it, clearing a bloody path for their escape.
Inside the vehicle, A Yan's heartbeat intertwined with the engine's growl; she knew every second was crucial.
In the chaos not far away, Leng Fengyang's figure flickered in and out of view as he struggled against several mutated corpses, his strength waning.
A Yan felt an overwhelming urgency but kept her composure. She maneuvered the tank more calmly than ever before, using its bulk as cover to get closer to Leng Fengyang.
Seizing an opportune moment, she sharply turned the vehicle; one side brushed past Leng Fengyang’s body with tremendous force, instantly sweeping away surrounding threats.
Leng Fengyang took advantage of this chance to leap out of the fray. After stumbling a few steps, he steadied himself and dove through the window into the tank.
Just then, A Yan caught sight of Luo Shanhe in the distance; he was trapped in dire straits with dwindling ammunition and surrounded by encroaching corpses, appearing utterly isolated.
There was no time to think further. A Yan quickly adjusted the vehicle, skillfully alternating between gas and brake as if orchestrating the entire battlefield according to her will.
Under her control, the tank transformed into a ferocious beast on the battlefield—more than just a moving fortress; it was a lifeboat for survival.
"Lao Luo! Hurry! There's no time!"
Leng Fengyang’s voice rang out with undeniable urgency. His Rebar swung like Death’s scythe; each strike was accompanied by wails from falling corpses.
Yet even so, the surrounding undead surged like an unending tide that seemed impossible to quell.
Luo Shanhe gritted his teeth as sweat mixed with blood blurred his vision. But he refused to give up.
Hearing Leng Fengyang's call, a warm current surged within him, a silent trust and understanding shared among comrades. He quickly adjusted his breathing, seizing the brief moment of respite to accurately shoot down several approaching corpses. Then, with a roll, he agilely leaped onto the tank's footboard.
[Detection in the mine reveals a large quantity of raw materials for bullet production: Brass.]
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