One minute was enough for a 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun to fire 80 bullets at high speed. 320 large-caliber bullets tore open a huge crack in the dense crowd. The crack was all eye-catching red, and thousands of corpses were torn apart like rag dolls. All kinds of wriggling internal organs, spurting blood, and the bloody smell that was even bloodier than that of a slaughterhouse shocked everyone.
The rest of the people were scared silly by the scene in front of them. The death of their companions gave them the most direct sense of fear. While they were looking at the dismembered corpses in a daze, the heavy machine gun that was reloaded with bullets fired again. A new round of metal storm spread among the crowd, and more bodies exploded. Blood mist rose seven to eight meters into the sky. In the midst of the fire, the deafening gunshots woke the rest of the people up. For a moment, cries and screams became the main theme here, and some people even went crazy from the shock.
Li Zhi did not have the time nor the mood to look at their achievements and killings. In the shortest time possible, they had consecutively emptied three drums. The continuous firing of nearly a thousand bullets made the barrels hot, and the hot air could not wash away the smell of blood. The smell of blood was so strong that it covered the smell of smoke.
After the gunshots stopped, there was only one color in this place where tens of thousands of people were gathered. Red, red, and more red. Countless dismembered corpses and internal organs were soaked in the sea of blood. Occasionally, white bones and brain matter could be seen. This place was like a huge meat grinder, and the countless dismembered corpses scared the logistics and firing soldiers silly.
The grand gathering of tens of thousands of people had long collapsed. Other than the dead, the seriously injured, and the mentally broken, the remaining people who could still run no longer had extravagant hopes of getting food from the grain trucks. They all cried and ran in all directions, but not in the front direction. They had been frightened by Li Zhi's methods, and no one wanted to retreat with the convoy. These people only wanted to escape, to run far away, and not be found by those vicious executioners again.
Hundreds of madmen ran in a daze in the bloody paste, and the crisp sound of rifle fire killed them. Those who were seriously injured and wailing were ignored. They were not worth wasting a single bullet on.
In the sky above the corpse field, a thick layer of pink fog spread out like a mist. Through this layer of pink, everything in the distance seemed to be covered with a trace of red. A light breeze blew the pink fog onto Li Zhi and the others' faces, bodies, guns, and the vehicle they were sitting on.
Li Zhi was horrified to find that their faces and hands were covered in blood. Countless tiny blood molecules were condensing on their skin. Everything around them was dyed red, even the food bags on the truck had turned from white to light red.
The sudden appearance of fresh blood caused the warriors to collapse at the same time. One of the warriors' eyes suddenly turned red. He gritted his teeth and shouted,
"Come on, I'm not afraid of you. I killed you once, I can kill you again …"
The sound of gunfire came from his hands, and a series of bullets hit the bloody paste. Beside him, two soldiers looked at the fresh blood on their hands and muttered something. They pulled the bolt of their guns, took off their shoes, bit the muzzle in their mouths, and hooked the trigger with their big toes. Two gunshots rang out, and two pieces of skull fragments and brain tissue sprayed into the sky …
The people on the other side of the bridge did not stop for a moment. Ten kilometers of road was not very far. After the massacre ended, another one to two thousand people gathered by the roadside to watch. The countless corpses made them afraid to take another step forward. These people were also poor people.
They looked at the assault vehicle, not daring to move forward, not daring to retreat, and even more so, not daring to leave in another direction. These people were seen by the soldier who had fired the gun to vent his anger. He threw away his rifle and leaped onto the heavy machine gun. He held the trigger, and a tongue of fire shot out from the muzzle.
The long tongue of flame drilled out of the little stream of light, like a meteor, in the blink of an eye, flew into the sky. "Bang …" The machine gun stopped firing, and the machine gunner who had lost half of his head fell limply onto the car. Brain juice and blood splattered everywhere, landing on the bodies of the others, but no one dared to move.
Li Zhi put away his rifle and kicked the machine gunner off the vehicle. He sized up the other warriors and said,
"Whoever can't take it anymore can leave, but don't go crazy here. I won't count you as deserters. Leave your weapons, take your food, and scram …"
Li Zhi knew that these people were already terrified. Although many of them only had a strange expression on their faces, their trembling gave them away. If Li Zhi had not walked on the lake and fought with Ding Luo and the others until the last moment, he might not have performed as well as these people.
Li Zhi understood their thoughts. Rather than letting them break down in future battles, it would be better to let them escape on their own. They could be considered comrades.
There were a total of 16 people in the four military vehicles. Two committed suicide, one was killed by Li Zhi, and only three of the remaining 13 people left. Li Zhi did not make things difficult for them. Each of them was given a kilogram of salt, 20 kilograms of flatbread, three crossbows, a certain number of crossbow bolts, and three sets of high-quality blades and shields.
Looking at his three former subordinates leaving, Li Zhi sneered in his heart. In his eyes, these people were all dead. The apocalypse was an elimination competition, and those who could not adapt were waiting to be eliminated. At this time, more and more people gathered in the distance. Li Zhi looked at them and had an idea.
"I don't care if you want to find another way to survive or follow us. Don't even think about it. If I can kill a thousand people, I can also kill ten thousand. Your life and death have nothing to do with me.
Now, I have a chance. Gather the corpses and burn them. I will give each of you three kilograms of food. If you don't work, you won't get any food. If you work for me, I will give you food … "
While Li Zhi was killing people to protect the vehicles, the bridgehead had become hell on earth. The distance between life and death was only a few dozen meters. Zhang Xiao Qiang did not want to waste time on these poor people. He finally decided to delay the crossing of the bridge for the rest of the poor people, and let the men who had more experience in close combat cross first.
It was not that Zhang Xiaoqiang was ruthless, but he had no other choice. The casualties were too high. Thousands of elite soldiers had perished in the sea of zombies. In the battle, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally understood one thing. When fighting zombies, the elite soldiers were trash. No matter how elite the soldiers were, or how advanced the weapons were, as long as the number of zombies exceeded a million, they would all become food for the zombies.
It was not that Zhang Xiaoqiang was cruel, but he had no other choice. The casualties were too high. Thousands of elite soldiers had been killed in the sea of zombies. In the battle, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally understood one thing. Elite soldiers were trash when fighting zombies. No matter how elite the soldiers were, or how advanced the weapons were, as long as the number of zombies exceeded a million, they would all become food for the zombies.
These men were afraid of death. They had not gone through training and did not know how to cooperate. More than half of them did not even have shields or metal weapons. They only used wooden sticks to block the zombies. These men also taught Zhang Xiaoqiang a lesson. In a one-on-one battle, a zombie might not even be able to win against a woman. Without the psychological threat, any weak woman could kill a zombie with a hammer.