Behind the militiamen, their captains shouted. Some of them hesitated and looked behind them, while others were in a killing frenzy. They ignored the orders behind them and rushed forward.
At this time, dozens of figures rushed out from behind, flashed past the hesitating militiamen, and rushed to the front line to face the zombies. Blades flashed and shields flashed, and the zombies were quickly cut down like straws. After three to five rounds, the remaining hundreds of zombies were all gone. Without opponents, those who were in a killing frenzy could not find a target, so they threw away the weapons in their hands and sat on the ground panting. At this time, they realized that they had no strength left in their bodies.
Those who rushed forward were ordered by Huang Quan. The goal of training had been achieved. The militiamen's physical strength had reached its limit. Maybe they would not be able to wield their blades and shields in the next moment. Huang Quan did not want to waste these future soldiers.
"Damn it … stand up and hold your weapons. What did I teach you? When you hear to disperse, you retreat. Didn't you idiots listen to me at all?"
The militia captain rushed over and kicked each of the militiamen who were sitting on the ground. Some of them were in a killing frenzy. They stood up and threw a punch at the captain. These people were often knocked down by the captain's rifle butt and dragged to the back of the convoy like dead dogs.
The militiamen returned to the side of the convoy one after another. They were ordered to take off all their clothes for inspection. As long as there was a wound on their body, they were all driven to the side. These people thought of the captain's words, and their faces became pale. They waited in despair for their end.
Fortunately, all of these fellows had injured their left arms. When they were slashing, they had swung their shields too hard, and the buckles in the lining had cut their flesh. After forty-five minutes, these people were allowed to return to the team, allowing them to experience the feeling of going from hell to heaven.
"Boy, not bad. You are still alive."
Liu Biao, who returned to the team, saw that Chi Yong was among the injured. He was very happy. He walked over and patted Chi Yong's shoulder to show his good impression of him.
"Hehe, you too. I think they didn't mean to kill us. If they did not rush up at the last moment, I am afraid I would have died in there."
Chi Yong looked back at his team members with lingering fear. They were killing the zombies that hadn't died yet.
"Motherf * cker, me too. In the end, I couldn't exert any strength at all. However, when those guys killed, they were really f * cking ferocious. Two people in a team, one blocking, and one slashing. Their coordination was as smooth as flowing water. They only needed one slash to kill that thing. It took thirty people less than ten minutes to kill more than half of them. Unlike us, we can't even lift our swords."
Liu Biao was astonished by the performance of the official members. He was originally a brave and ruthless person, and had learned some martial arts when he was young.
It had been so many years, and he had never thought that his teammates would be so much stronger than him.
"Brother Liu, don't worry. We will also have such a day."
Chi Yong looked at the piles of corpses waiting to be burned. His heart was burning. He had found what he truly wanted in this battle, and that was to fight, fight, fight … until he died on the battlefield.
"Ha, I really deserve to be called big brother by you. I'm thirty-five, so you can call me big brother from now on. Let's kill them and make a name for ourselves."
Liu Biao was extremely happy. Chi Yong was to his liking, and he was extremely happy with this younger brother.
"Kill this son of a b * tch. It's all his fault. We were fighting at the front, and he was lying on the ground pretending to be dead …"
"Yeah, if he was afraid of death, he shouldn't have signed up. Not to mention that he was afraid of death, he almost killed us. Kill him …"
A chaotic noise came from beside them, and it attracted their attention. They turned around and saw the guy who was almost killed by a knife holding his head and curling up on the ground, letting those people beat him.
Huang Quan separated the crowd and walked to the front of the militia who was holding his head and groaning. The others saw Huang Quan's stern face and tactfully moved to the side.
"Ka …" The M1911A1 opened the safety, and the black muzzle pointed at the man who was holding his head and groaning on the ground.
The man held his head and let others beat him, but he didn't care. The killing just now had scared him, and the two scares today had broken his courage. In any case, he didn't dare to risk his life anymore. As long as he didn't die, he would do anything, even if he was beaten half to death.
The raindrop-like punches and kicks on his body suddenly disappeared. The man was shocked. He looked up and saw the black muzzle of Yomi's gun. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, there was a loud roar in his ears. He lost all his senses.
The scene became quiet, and the militia silently stared at the center of the open space. The corpse was still being pulled out by Huang Quan's feet. The dark red blood formed a blood ditch at Huang Quan's feet, and the winding blood ditch slowly extended and flowed.
"Those who kill the enemy, reward, and those who fear the enemy, kill."
Huang Quan only said eight words, and together with the corpse at his feet, eight words, each word was shocking.
"Today, those who killed zombies will be given 20% of the daily necessities, and those who were injured will get 50% more. Remember, as long as you kill the enemy, you will live better than anyone else."
Huang Quan didn't give any big talk. He knew that humans nowadays were the most realistic, and only with blood and visible benefits would they not fear death.
"Oh …"
The militia cheered in unison, and Liu Biao was the loudest. The 50% more than the others made him feel that his fear was not in vain.
"Hua la …" The warehouse's metal door was pushed open, and in the spacious warehouse, all kinds of cement and building materials were piled up like a mountain. Large trucks drove into the warehouse, and the militia put down the blades and shields in their hands, sweating profusely as they loaded the materials.
Outside the warehouse, dozens of militia members were holding blades, shields, and sniper crossbows, quietly clearing the zombies at the entrance of the town. All kinds of civilian goods and luxury goods were loaded onto the tricycles, and were pushed to the trucks. Some of the militia members looked at the boxes of cigarettes with envy.
Lu Xiaobu was generous, and gave out a pack of cigarettes on the spot, giving three to five packs to each militia member. With the long-awaited cigarettes in their mouths, the militia members worked even harder. With practical benefits in hand, some of them started to plan for the future.
Lu Xiaobu smiled as he watched the trucks slowly fill up. Beside him, Huang Quan used his binoculars to observe the movements in the town. Not far from them, the smoke from the burning zombie corpses rose into the sky.
Through the binoculars, the town looked normal. There were fewer zombies on the streets, and the shops on both sides of the road were mostly dilapidated. Following the road, they could see the construction site of the reservoir. The reservoir was built between two mountains, and the river was blocked by the walls on both sides, leaving a narrow gap. The water became turbulent, and the white waves rolled in the river, carrying the yellowish-brown sand downstream.
Then, Huang Quan saw a group of buildings halfway up the hill. The buildings were old brick houses, and the walls were covered with green moss. The roofs were lush with ivy.
Seeing the brick houses, Huang Quan came to the conclusion that there wasn't a lack of water, and the vegetation was intact. After looking at the brick houses, Huang Quan was about to look elsewhere when a plume of black smoke rose into the sky from behind the brick houses.
"Old Lu, look over there."
Huang Quan passed the binoculars to Lu Xiaobu, and pointed at the hillside opposite the town.