Driving on the old national highway, Zhang Xiaoqiang silently calculated the dangers ahead of him. Along the way, there were all kinds of overturned or overturned vehicles. As long as these vehicles did not completely block the road, the convoy would not bother with them. Occasionally, there would be zombies wandering between the vehicles, but the convoy did not care about these scattered zombies.
As long as there were zombies in front of the vehicles, the military vehicles would ram them away. As for the zombies on the sides of the road, there was no need to shoot them. China's population density was too high, with just Zhang Xiaoqiang's team, they would not be able to kill them all in a lifetime.
On the side of the national highway, there were also a lot of independent buildings. These buildings had big signboards that said "Stop and Eat". Aside from the restaurant's name, the signboards also had pictures of beautiful women in revealing poses. As long as one had been outside, they would know that these restaurants were really all-in.
These roadside nightclubs were all wide open, with all kinds of furniture and decorations lying on the ground. They were covered with dust and had lost their original colors, looking like abandoned garbage. Among the garbage, there were scattered bones, making these nightclubs look like a ghost town.
The convoy also did not waste a second in these roadside nightclubs. Zhang Xiaoqiang's goal was very clear, he just wanted to bring the convoy to WH City as soon as possible. As long as the convoy had enough supplies, he would not deliberately replenish them. After all, this was not a supermarket, and it was very dangerous outside.
Although he did not deliberately search for supplies, there was one thing that Zhang Xiaoqiang would not let go of, and that was the gas station. As long as there was a gas station, Zhang Xiaoqiang would bring all kinds of gasoline and diesel. These things were temporarily a non-renewable resource, and Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to use them on a large scale, so naturally, the more the better.
When cleaning up the gas station, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that there were traces of survivors passing by this road. Some of the gas stations were obviously empty, except for a few skeletons, it was hard to tell if they were humans or zombies. Anything that could be used had been swept away. Some gas stations even had small snack shops, and the scene there was even worse. A few empty shelves appeared in front of everyone, and besides the scattered packaging on the ground, there was not even a bottle cap left.
Although a lot of gas stations had been emptied, and some roadside shops had also been swept clean, there were always gas stations that had leftovers. Those places where buildings were more concentrated, and where people were more densely populated, the gas stations were simply a battlefield.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a completely burned gas station, and he could recognize it from the China Petrochemical sign that had been blown away. There was only one color left, black, and there were burn marks everywhere. Some of the buildings near the gas station not only had their windows shattered, but the entire building was also charred black.
In the scorched land of the fire, vehicles of this size were burnt into empty shells. In the driver's compartments where the windshields were melted, corpses were burnt into charcoal. The arms of the burnt corpses were still stuck together by the melted steering wheels.
In the charred ground, other than the various burnt cars, there were even more corpses curled up together. There were hundreds of these corpses, and hundreds of charcoal covered the entire ground, making it look like a huge cemetery.
In the wreckage of a bus that had its body torn apart, Zhang Xiaoqiang even saw the wreckage of a D2. The D2 tore open the bus and wanted to go inside to grab people, but just as it was halfway in, the gas station was set ablaze. The burning flames reached the D2's feet, and when the D2 wanted to retreat, it was stuck on the steel beam of the bus.
This was a classic case of mutual destruction. The human survivors and the hundreds of zombies guarding the gas station were turned to ashes, and the people and zombies were only left with unburned remains, showing the tragedy of that time to those who came after them.
The convoy slowly passed through the cemetery, and everyone's heart was heavy. Although the dead were gone, the last traces they left behind showed their unyielding spirit to those who came after them. It was this unyielding spirit and tenacity that allowed the Chinese to survive until today.
The arrival of the apocalypse had destroyed more than 90% of the Chinese population, but Zhang Xiaoqiang and the rest would continue to carry the fire that would continue to grow and multiply. Not only them, as long as the Chinese were still alive, they were all the fire. When the fire once again shines on the land of the Nine Prefectures, humans would once again display their strength.
The convoy continued to move forward, and the number of broken down vehicles on the side of the road increased, but the number of zombies decreased. Most of them were the countless bones on the side of the road. Some were scattered, some were scattered, some were scattered, some were scattered, some were scattered, and some were scattered on the ground. Other than the dismembered bones that were obviously eaten by zombies, the rest of the bones had one or more bullet holes in their skulls.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stood at the side of the bones and looked at the bullet holes in the skulls. The bones were very concentrated, and at the same time, they were scattered on the ground. This showed that they had been shot first, and there were no pieces of clothing on the side of the bones, which proved their identity, zombies.
One by one, the bullet casings buried in the dust fell into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. He used his shoes to kick out the bullet casings that were protruding from the dust on the ground.
The 5.8mm rifle bullet casings, Zhang Xiaoqiang recognized it with a glance. It was the bullet casings of a Type-95 rifle. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know which unit had killed these zombies, he was certain that they were soldiers. A normal person would not have the chance to obtain a Type-95 rifle, after all, China's regulations were too strict, and there would be no reason for the current military equipment to be leaked out.
The convoy continued on their way. Regardless of which unit passed by, at least they ensured the safety of the road ahead. Even if there was a sea of zombies, they would be lured away by them. Furthermore, from the remains of the corpses, it seemed that the unit had been here for a long time, at least a few months.
As the convoy continued to move forward, the number of bones by the road did not decrease, but instead increased. The piles of bones formed a parallel line with the road. Seeing the bones, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think much of it. The commander of the unit was either retarded, or they had an endless supply of ammunition. They could completely ignore the zombies by the road, and even if they were on the road, the vehicle would definitely not be the one flying out.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that other than the sufficient ammunition, the convoy seemed to be lacking in everything else. The restaurants and shops by the road were all emptied. Not only were their supplies empty, even the wooden furniture was chopped up and taken away. It seemed like the convoy in front did not even have fuel for cooking.