"Hehe … I didn't expect to see survivors. We're going to charge through the entire town. What do you think?
Is there a need? "
Hearing Lu Xiaobu's question, Huang Quan pondered for a moment and could not make up his mind. To him, as long as he completed the mission, there was no need to complicate the issue. Was he going to leave them to die in despair?
"Forget it, we can't care so much. There are so many people waiting to starve to death, we can't save them all. Let's save the ammo if we can."
Lu Xiaobu heard Huang Quan's words and hesitated. Huang Quan was right, they could not even save the people in the camp, was there a need to save the survivors on the other side?
Putting down the binoculars in their hands, Lu Xiaobu and Huang Quan looked towards the warehouse together, not thinking about the survivors on the other side.
"I see a lot of materials and construction equipment piled up in the open."
After a while, Lu Xiaobu could not help but speak.
"Yeah, there are a lot of thick steel plates over there, we can use them to build a bridge."
Huang Quan also chimed in. He felt a little uncomfortable and kept feeling suffocated.
"Maybe there are engineering talents inside. The base was able to build that big wall because there were engineers helping Honest Guy."
Lu Xiaobu was also uncomfortable, but he tried to find something else to say.
"From the looks of it, this is a big project. There are a lot of construction workers, and the resources here must be more abundant than other places. I looked around at the entrance of the town and found three trucks of resources. Almost half of them are food."
Huang Quan could not help but look at the thick smoke on the other side of the mountain.
"Yeah, I think there are at least three to five tons. Not counting the grains, I think there should be at least thirty to fifty tons in this town."
After Lu Xiaobu said this, the two did not speak, as if they were hesitating about something.
"For the food." "For the materials."
The two suddenly said at the same time, then looked at each other and smiled. In the end, they decided to clean up the zombies in the town.
The convoy lined up in the open space at the entrance of the town. They pressed the loudspeaker in unison, and the sound of the horn resounded throughout the town. The zombies in the town were stirred up, and they all rushed to the entrance of the town. There were quite a lot of zombies in the town, and there were still thousands of zombies left after killing the previous ones.
Following that, the corpses of the cowards were thrown in front of the frontline, and the zombies that smelled the blood went crazy. They rushed forward without hesitation, and when the zombies were 50m away, a dozen Type-95 rifles started firing.
The rifles hit their targets, and the sound of cotton popping could be heard. Dozens of militias aimed and fired their crossbows in the middle of the team members.
The movement of the zombies was slow, and the round heads of the zombies were riddled with holes. Many of the zombies that fell to the ground had steel arrows stuck in their heads. Although some of the militias had experienced a brutal hand-to-hand battle, when faced with thousands of zombies, they could not help but panic. Hundreds and thousands of zombies were two different concepts.
Bullets flew across the sky, and in between, there were shadows of arrows. Not every arrow was able to hit the head of the zombies, and most of them were stuck in the bodies of the zombies. Even though the zombies were slow, and even though they were so close to the frontline, Huang Quan frowned.
Previously, the performance of the militias was not bad, and it even exceeded his expectations. However, he did not expect that these fellows, who were crazy about hand-to-hand combat, would be so useless in a long-range battle. If not for the official members being calm and accurate, the zombies would have long rushed into the frontline to feast on human flesh.
"Huang Quan, do you think we should let the resting militias get ready? These guys are too bad. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not here, or else we would have lost all our face."
Lu Xiao Bu pointed at the dozens of militiamen behind the convoy, who were holding their blades and shields and looking at the frontlines. It was better to be safe than sorry. If zombies really charged in and caused casualties, they would really be embarrassed. Zhang Xiao Qiang had once brought 20 members and dozens of survivors to reclaim a small town.
Today, it was their turn. There were 40 official members, and over a hundred militias, but they still ended up in such a terrible battle. Naturally, they were depressed. Even at this moment, the three heavy machine guns had not opened fire, and the paratroopers had not fired.
Yomi glanced behind him. Something flashed through his mind as he muttered to himself.
"Why don't we let the heavy firepower open fire? Saving ammunition depends on when."
Lu Xiaobu reminded him again, but Huang Quan still shook his head. The convoy's ammunition had not been replenished by the base, and every bullet used meant one less. Huang Quan was determined not to use heavy firepower unless it was a critical moment.
"They can't hit because they are afraid. They have shields when they fight, but now that they don't have shields, they are afraid. Let the people at the back send the shields up. Let's try placing them at their feet."
Lu Xiaobu didn't really believe him, but that didn't stop him from giving the orders. It was strange. The moment the shields were placed at the feet of the militia, it was as if they had changed into another person. Their aim was more accurate, and the speed at which they readied their bows was faster. Their entire person became calm, and from the moment they readied their bows to the moment they fired, their actions were as smooth as water.
"Ha, they really can do it. They are, after all, proper soldiers. I can't compare."
Lu Xiaobu looked at the corpses piling up in front of the formation and sighed. Huang Quan's actions were like a stroke of genius, stabilizing the frontline. The pressure on the official members was greatly reduced, and they had already slowed down their firing speed, starting to fire accurately, striving to kill one zombie with every bullet.
Unknowingly, hundreds of zombies had fallen on the bumpy battlefront. Everything seemed to be progressing in a good direction. The normal zombies that were charging at the front were knocked away by the zombies behind them. Behind them, the muscular D type zombies appeared one after another. Hundreds of D type zombies appeared together, and the deterrence they created was more than a thousand normal zombies.
The speed of the D zombies was about the same as a normal person, and as they moved, the flying bullets and arrows all missed. In the chaos of the bullets, the zombies gradually closed in, and had already reached the 20m danger line.
Out of the hundreds of D zombies that had reached the 20m mark, only about 80 were left, and the rest were killed along the way. Even if there were only 80 left, it would still be a huge problem. Other than the official members who were still calm, the militia that were firing arrows all stopped shooting. They threw down their sniper crossbows and picked up their shields. In their hearts, defense was more important than offense.
The clear sky was unknowingly shrouded by clouds, and the clouds gradually thickened, revealing a black color. The bright sky began to turn gloomy, oppressing the entire land, and the distant mountain breeze blew away the smoke of the battlefield.
The refreshing mountain breeze could not blow away the sweat on the members and militia. The D zombies roared lowly, and as they fell one after another, they had crossed the 20m distance, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached the 10m mark.
10m was the distance from the front of the bus to the back of the bus. At this distance, everyone could clearly see the expressions on the D zombies' faces. Their faces were filled with excitement, and their mouths were wide open, revealing their greyish black fangs. The fangs seemed to have a cold glint, and the feeling of coldness seeped into the hearts of the militia.
"Ah!"
Finally, someone could not endure the pressure, and threw down the shield in his hand and turned to run. He had already lost his mind, and could not hear or see anything. In his mind, there was only the D zombies' crisscrossing teeth repeatedly replaying.
"Ta, Ta, Ta …" The type 89 HMG finally opened fire, and the sound of gunfire disappeared in a flash. A short burst fire, and several 12.7mm bullets landed on the fleeing person.