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Jiao Ziqian pressed the accelerator, charging straight toward the Zombie Convoy. At that moment, Musclehead was wearing an expression of uncertainty, flanked by the Militia.
Luo Yu's face darkened. Faced with Musclehead's hesitant gaze, he could only shake his head helplessly. The reinforcements had no guns, while the weapon in the black man's hands could take lives with a mere pull of the trigger. There was no need to escalate the casualties further. The two Young Men who had surrendered stood with their hands tied behind their backs, their faces equally despondent.
Musclehead was still hesitating. There were six of them against only two Zombies, and they were less than ten meters apart. Musclehead felt they should have a fighting chance; to just lay down their weapons would be too humiliating.
"Don't, don't make a move," Luo Yu quickly urged, fearing that Musclehead might misunderstand.
However, Luo Yu's compromise did not save the lives of the Militia. A series of gunshots rang out abruptly from behind them, and one by one, the six Militia fell to the ground, not even seeing who fired the shots before taking their last breath. A burly White Person walked over slowly, kicking at Musclehead, who was still struggling in a pool of blood. He grimaced in displeasure and lowered his gun, firing twice to shatter Musclehead's skull.
"Found him, barely alive," the White Person said, shaking his head and glancing at the lipstick mark on Luo Yu's face before letting out a cheeky whistle.
"What’s going on up ahead?" asked a Blonde Woman as she nodded and walked closer.
"Not sure, but it should be wrapping up soon," the White Person replied, pulling half a cigar from his pocket and placing it in his mouth with a grin. "Not much of a challenge."
The Zombies laughed among themselves while Luo Yu and the three captives remained silent, turning to glance at the bodies of Musclehead and his companions, feeling a deep pang of sorrow.
The cafeteria doors and windows were tightly shut; Chef Jia and the camp's women should be inside. Last time they had welcomed back Song Jiu in triumph, but this time...
"Are they all in there?" asked the Blonde Woman.
"Yes," Luo Yu sighed and said, "They're all women and children; don't harm them."
"Of course." The Blonde Woman tossed him a flirtatious glance and swayed her slender waist toward the door. She leaned in to listen for a moment before smirking and suddenly kicked the door open.
With a loud crash, the lock shattered, and the door swung wide open.
The Blonde Woman stood at the entrance with her hands on her hips, casting a cold gaze over the terrified women inside. She pulled out a small flashlight and directed its bright beam onto a pale face.
Jiao Ziqian was furious, yet still rational. He knew that charging forward like this would be suicidal, but he had no other choice. The long-range firepower of the Zombies had rendered the trench walls they relied on for survival useless. Closing the distance and fighting for his life was the only chance he had to turn the tide.
The situation with Luo Yu was temporarily out of Jiao Ziqian's mind as the roaring construction vehicle kicked up dust and sped forward. Under Jiao Ziqian's reckless control, it made a sharp turn, lifting two wheels off the ground. The massive vehicle veered wildly, narrowly avoiding a flaming Cloudburst Bomb.
However, Pika, following closely behind the construction vehicle, was not so fortunate. The Militia had selfishly intended to use the giant vehicle as cover from long-range attacks, but as it swerved, it inadvertently exposed them. Pika had nowhere to escape; as the construction vehicle cleared their line of sight, the spinning Cloudburst Bomb was already too close. With a thunderous explosion, the speeding Pika was engulfed in flames. The Militia in the back and cargo area could not escape either, screaming as they fell from the vehicle, their burning bodies rolling across the ground, leaving a trail of blood.
Jiao Ziqian saw everything clearly in the rearview mirror. He watched as a Zombie standing in front of a fiery Raptor readied another rocket launcher. In a panic, he honked the horn, jammed the accelerator with a knife, flung open the door, and leaped out. The Militia behind him followed suit at the sound of the horn, jumping from their vehicles just in time to avoid a second Cloudburst Bomb that struck the construction vehicle.
The weight of the overturned truck gave it a natural advantage. The shell exploded through the windshield and detonated inside, sending debris flying and flames shooting into the sky. The bright yellow construction vehicle became enveloped in fire as it charged straight toward the Zombie Convoy. The Zombie standing in front clearly did not expect Jiao Ziqian's little trick; anger flashed across his face behind tactical sunglasses as he shouted for his team to disperse and barely managed to dodge out of the way of the oncoming Iron Monster.
The consequences of his own actions were unavoidable; the flaming construction vehicle continued its unstoppable path. Its massive tires rolled over the imposing Raptor without resistance, leaving only a heap of scrap metal behind after an agonizing screech of metal grinding against metal.
Although the burning behemoth did not harm any Zombies directly, it at least disrupted their formation. The convoy that had formed a protective barrier was brutally torn apart by this determined steel giant. The tremendous force pushed aside all obstacles in its path, crashing through the once-mighty Zombie Convoy before finally coming to rest after knocking down two trees in a nearby forest.
A damaged fuel tank left a long wet trail behind it. Flames from the cabin ignited gasoline, resulting in an ear-splitting explosion that sent brilliant fireworks into the sky. A fire dragon followed along the gasoline trail and ignited a Firewall that separated two groups about to clash.
One construction vehicle and Pika were destroyed, but several others remained intact. Jiao Ziqian, who had jumped from his vehicle and landed hard on the ground, took a moment to catch his breath before confirming he hadn’t broken anything and got back up. He waved vigorously to urge the remaining Pika vehicles to follow along the path crushed by the construction vehicle and charged fiercely into the Zombie crowd.
As night fell, the last brilliant flare from the construction vehicle illuminated the camp. The smoke-spewing Pika broke through flames, delivering an ironclad lesson on resistance to Zombies.
After a brief moment of chaos, Zombies regained their composure as professional Thugs. Aside from a few unfortunate souls who were knocked away by Pika, everyone else quickly adjusted their positions without needing commands; gunfire erupted from their weapons targeting two Pika vehicles that charged in but missed their mark. In their frantic maneuvering, they were met with concentrated fire that reduced them to shattered fragments along with any Militia inside.
Meanwhile, Jiao Ziqian led his fellow Militia through the smoke-filled Firewall and swung his Steel Saw Blade down with force.
Cold Weapons clashed against Hot Weapons; Survivors battled against Zombies.
To an ordinary person, this seemed like an act of folly—a fight against overwhelming odds—but it marked just the beginning of their struggle. With insufficient weaponry compensated by sheer determination, dozens of Militia unleashed their fighting spirit and quickly closed the gap in firepower. They nearly overwhelmed Zombies at a five-to-one ratio as they breached their first line of defense. Flesh and blood blocked torrents of bullets while glinting blades mixed with screams pierced through each International Friend's skull.
Jiao Ziqian picked up two discarded saw blades and searched through flames dancing around him for that culprit responsible for taking down over ten men with just two shots. These Zombies were easy to identify—each one was burly and clad tightly in standard combat gear. After engaging in close combat, most Zombies abandoned ranged attacks and drew Daggers or breaching knives to join in on the fight.
The scene was littered with corpses, a clear indication that these Zombies were skilled killers. Aside from those whose bodies had been riddled with bullets, the rest had all succumbed to a single fatal blow, their wounds either in the throat or the heart, with no extraneous injuries. In contrast, the Militia, though passionate, lacked experience. Many charged at the Zombies, delivering what would be their final strike, yet that blow did not equate to a life for a life. Although the surface wounds appeared bloody, they did not diminish the Zombies' combat capabilities.
"Headshot!" Jiao Ziqian picked up a dusty assault rifle and leaped onto a wrecked Raptor Vehicle without caring whether he was exposed to enemy fire. Like a fearless warrior from a bygone era, he pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of flames that swept through the Zombies within his line of sight.
With firepower now drawing attention, the situation changed dramatically. The number of Zombies was far fewer than that of the Militia. Jiao Ziqian's sudden intervention clearly disrupted the balance of power on the battlefield. Many Zombies cursed as they drew their sidearms again, ready to slaughter this group of rural Militia. However, the bloodthirsty Militia showed none of the chivalry typical of Foreigners; their sole aim was to take down their foes.
From the moment they burst out of their camp to engage in close combat, only seven or eight minutes had passed. The initial disadvantage faced by Jiao Ziqian's group began to show signs of victory under their desperate counterattack. Although the casualties among the Militia were significantly higher than those of the Zombies, the remaining number of Zombies had noticeably decreased. The key was to maintain momentum; as an irregular Militia force, they didn’t need formations or batches—just to close in as much as possible and drive their Steel Saw Blades into those Western heads.
Jiao Ziqian's interference angered the Zombies, and amidst the chaos, gunfire erupted sporadically, sparks flying from the scrap metal beneath them. Realizing he had become a target, Jiao Ziqian decided to retreat while he still could. He discarded his rifle and rejoined the fray as an infantryman, setting his sights on a Zombie that had previously fired a rocket launcher.
This particular Zombie stood out distinctly; even in the dim light, he wore striking tactical sunglasses. His combat prowess was undeniable; despite being swarmed by frenzied Militia members, he managed to carve out a bloody path and dashed into the woods without looking back.
Jiao Ziqian would not let him escape so easily. While rallying the Militia to continue their assault, he pushed himself into a full sprint in pursuit. Just as the sun dipped below the horizon, he plunged into the shadowy forest after him.
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