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Chapter Seventy-Three: The Giant Assault!
The trio of Chao Yifan was only two streets away from Jiang He and Song Yao. The sound of gunfire served as a warning signal, indicating that the people over there were in trouble and had to resort to shooting.
Jiang He and Song Yao quickly dropped their packages and rushed out of the shop, just in time to see Ming Junwei pedaling a small tricycle emerging from across the street.
"Quick, load the stuff!" Ming Junwei, being the versatile player he was, pedaled the tricycle with impressive skill.
The two didn’t dare to waste any time, hoisting a bundle of neatly packed clothes and stuffing them all into the tricycle.
"Yao Yao, you take the stuff back first. Ming the Great Hero and I will go check it out," Jiang He said as he pulled out his pistol and handed it to Song Yao, then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around a steel rod he found in the clothing store to use as a makeshift weapon.
"The noise is quite loud; let’s see if Xiaomi and the others have fixed their vehicle," Ming Junwei remarked. He was also empty-handed today; the Uzi he had used earlier was out of bullets. The group's weapons were a mixed bag, leaving him without suitable ammunition. Cao Liang had originally suggested he bring a rake, but Ming the Great Hero found it too long and left it behind.
"Once we send everything back, we’ll come support you," Song Yao said. It seemed she had never ridden a tricycle before; she awkwardly straddled it, struggling to hold onto the handlebars as she twisted around in confusion.
Ming Junwei quickly called out to her, instructing, "If the vehicle is ready, you all need to gather your things as fast as possible. We’ll retreat as soon as we return!"
"Is it that urgent?" Jiang He pondered for a moment. They had been out for less than two hours, and fuel wouldn’t be easy to come by.
"This place is too close to the government building. If we can’t draw them away and they surround the government office, it’ll be bad news," Ming Junwei replied, his gaze drifting towards a nearby auto repair shop. Seeing that Song Yao was already wobbling away on the tricycle, he and Jiang He hurried towards the source of the gunfire.
The county town wasn’t large; its streets were generally laid out similarly. A main road ran through three or four commercial streets. After running past two intersections, they spotted a crowd of zombies swarming outside a storefront. There was no sign of Chao Yifan and his group; they likely retreated inside to avoid danger.
"Damn, so many!" The two hid behind the bus stop sign at the street corner, watching the massive flow of Zombies continuously pouring past beneath the enormous advertisement. A chill ran down their spines.
Ming Junwei chose to go out shopping with the couple this time to prevent Jiang He, this hot-headed rookie, from making any rash decisions when necessary. Today, Jiang He was surprisingly obedient, but Chao Yifan, usually calm and composed, was experiencing a crisis.
Jiang He tightened his grip on the steel rebar he was using as a makeshift weapon, sweat forming in his palms. Having courage didn't mean being brainless; charging into a Horde of Zombies to save someone was akin to tattooing 'Fire at me' on his forehead.
"You go around that way and check if the street behind the store is also a commercial area. If it is... try to find a connected fire escape or get a vehicle to break through the wall!" Ming Junwei clearly hadn't expected there to be so many Zombies here. The last time they came, although they encountered many Zombies, it wasn't in such large numbers all at once.
Jiang He swallowed hard, the simple and crude command of 'break through' echoing in his ears. His mind struggled to keep up: "How do I break through?"
"Forget it; just look for a fire escape. These back-to-back storefronts should have one," Ming Junwei decided against his earlier suggestion, likely worried that Jiang He would end up injuring himself.
"Then what are you going to do?" Jiang He had grown accustomed to Ming the Great Hero's inherent brutality. Previously at the Power Station, he had been contemplating blowing it up; now he wanted to break through walls. It was hard to believe such a person could sit comfortably in an office as support staff.
"Don't worry about me. If you can get them out, just head back to the government building without waiting for me!" Ming Junwei spoke with conviction. Although his expression was anxious, he seemed to have a plan.
"Be careful then; I'm going." Jiang He didn’t linger. He knew Ming Junwei could handle himself and that taking care of his own life was the priority.
With their rescue plan set, they immediately dashed off in different directions. After running for a while, Jiang He glanced back but could no longer see Ming Junwei's figure.
Time was tight and the mission was heavy. If he returned the same way and then circled around to enter the street behind the store, even with favorable conditions, it would take at least ten minutes. The number of Zombies at the store entrance was increasing, and he wasn’t sure if Chao Yifan and the others could hold out since there hadn't been any gunfire for quite some time.
Jiang He climbed up an iron ladder set up by a calligraphy crash course on the side of the road to reach the second floor. He tucked the steel rebar into his waistband and quickly scaled the security bars of a second-floor window before pulling himself up onto an air conditioning unit and leaping onto the rooftop.
It had been a long time since he had climbed onto a roof, and his skills had become somewhat rusty. Fortunately, the sneaky tricks he had honed in his childhood in the countryside hadn’t completely faded away.
The rows of commercial streets were planned similarly; aside from a few shops that had added another layer of Color Steel House on top, most were two stories high. Jiang He sprinted across the rooftops, surpassing the shops surrounded by Zombies by about a hundred meters, when suddenly his gaze caught sight of a familiar storefront, prompting him to stop.
"Damn it, I almost forgot about this." The newfound discovery made him feel a twinge of excitement. He immediately hugged the drainage pipe beside the entrance and carefully slid down.
Across the street, at the corner, there was an older small noodle shop. It lacked neon signs and only had a wooden board with three large red characters painted on it—Gas Exchange.
Jiang He was no stranger to this place. His family lived in an old-style residential compound that hadn’t yet connected to natural gas; every household used either gas or electric stoves. There was also a Gas Exchange point in their alley. As he ran earlier, he had been contemplating the feasibility and survival rate of crashing his car into a wall when he happened to glance sideways and spotted those familiar three red characters.
There were no Zombies around here; remnants of dried black blood and the decayed bodies slumped inside cars littered the street. Jiang He patted his pocket, reassured to find his lighter and cigarettes still intact. He looked around cautiously; seeing no Zombies in sight, he stealthily slipped into the Gas Exchange.
The entrance was small, with an old-fashioned bicycle parked outside. The back seat had two rings attached for securing gas canisters. It looked like an unlicensed black market spot. Pulling aside the curtain, he entered a sparsely furnished little room with a circle of green gas canisters stacked against the wall.
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