Chapter 294, Whose Hands Will We Die In
The message was transmitted through the radio to everyone.
At the same time, faint sounds of running footsteps and the distant roars of the zombie horde could be heard.
Swish~!
The survivors instantly became a bit panicked.
Even though the auto repair shop was continuously expanding its control area, the survivors still harbored a deep-rooted fear of the zombie horde.
Li Yanhong signaled for everyone to stay calm and pressed the radio button, asking, "Are there many of them?"
"There should be quite a lot, continuously turning from the corner ahead. It's hard to determine the exact number. There are five vehicles in the survivor convoy... now four vehicles, heading this way," Qi Hancai continued.
"Have someone keep an eye on them. Sister Qi, you come back first and get ready to intercept the convoy."
"Okay!" Qi Hancai responded.
Li Yanhong also hung up the radio and began directing others to move the vehicles.
Upon receiving the news, Wu Heng released Xiaoxiao, who flew vertically into the sky.
After glancing at the distant zombie horde, Xiaoxiao returned to Wu Heng's body.
The distant scene was then shared in his mind.
Four blood-soaked vans covered in flesh and gore, trailing a bloody mist, sped forward.
Behind the convoy, a dense mass of zombies surged forward.
It was unclear where these survivors had come from, but they had attracted such a massive zombie horde.
Apart from the survivor vehicles and the horde behind, the shared scene also showed two 3-meter-tall, muscle-bound Tier-2 mutated zombies.
They chased the convoy while hurling rocks and garbage cans.
Smashing into the zombies in front of them.
After viewing the shared scene, Wu Heng immediately ordered Big Head Skeleton, "Mobilize the skeleton troops, set up a defense line along the road, and prepare to repel the horde."
Clatter~!
The skeletal army stationed around the hotel immediately sprang into action.
They set up defenses along the road.
Amidst a piercing sound of bone scraping.
The densely packed skeletal army blocked the entire road, long spears pointed forward, forming an impenetrable wall.
Behind the spear formation were skeleton warriors wielding iron swords, battle axes, and hammers, and further back were the second-largest group of skeleton archers, bows drawn and arrows ready.
Behind them were the skeletal dragon.
And a visibly sweating Qiangzi and his crew loading ammunition into the dragon' launchers.
Tap, tap, tap~!
Roar, roar, roar~!
The sound of footsteps grew clearer, and the roars became more frequent.
The survivor convoy came fully into view, speeding toward them.
Wu Heng once again sent Xiaoxiao to take another look from above.
The zombie horde was even denser than any horde he had seen before, filling the entire road without end in sight.
There were still only two mutated zombies.
Chasing the convoy along with the horde.
"The ammo is loaded; they're ready to take off," came Qiangzi's voice through the radio.
Wu Heng glanced into the distance and instructed Big Head Skeleton, "Send the skeletal dragon into the sky and drop the bombs toward the rear of the horde."
Big Head Skeleton didn't respond.
The skeletal dragon behind immediately soared into the sky, flying toward the zombie horde.
...…
Inside the speeding van.
The fleeing survivors were silent, each with a grave and serious expression, their faces drenched in sweat.
During the escape, many companions were swallowed by the horde, leaving only four vans that had made it this far.
Yet, even so, none of them knew if they would survive.
The swarm of zombies behind them made it impossible to slow down.
Zombies drawn from both sides frantically rammed against the sides of the van.
The vans, already at full throttle, kept shaking and swaying.
Suddenly, the driver's face changed dramatically. He rubbed his eyes, his expression shifting from grim to terrified.
He said, "Look, are those skeletons blocking the road ahead?"
The others in the van immediately crouched down, peering through the mesh gaps reinforced with steel bars to see ahead.
They saw the road ahead blocked by a dense mass of figures.
Armed with long spears and wearing ancient armor, the only thing visible outside was their empty, white skeletal faces.
Their eye sockets burned with ghostly blue flames.
"Damn it, what the hell are those things?"
"Stop the car!"
"We can't stop. If we stop, the horde will get us. See if there's any way around."
The people in the van immediately looked at the sides of the road through the windows.
The main road was clear, but both sides were piled high with scrap cars.
Everyone fell silent.
After all the hardship, they had escaped to this point, only to find that death still awaited them at the hands of monsters.
The only question was whether they'd die at the hands of the skeletons or the zombies behind them.
Someone gritted their teeth and shouted, "Let's crash through, drive straight in and see how far we can get."
"Yeah, let's just crash in."
The group yelled, making up their minds to charge into the skeletal ranks.
Whoosh~!
Suddenly, the view ahead darkened.
A massive figure soared into the sky from behind the skeletons.
Bleached bones and massive wings flew into the sky, disappearing from sight.
A dragon?
Or some other mutated, bizarre flying creature?
The group fell silent.
Suddenly, they felt that crashing into the skeletal formation might not work.
Clatter~!
Suddenly, the sound of bones rubbing together echoed.
In the group's view, the skeletal ranks blocking the road parted, creating a path.
"Are they letting us through?"
"Let's go in; it's a fight for survival."
"Alright!"
The van's accelerator was floored again, and they charged into the pathway cleared by the skeletons.
The other vans followed closely behind, entering the passage.
As they passed through the dense skeletal formation, they saw figures standing within the skeleton ranks and military vehicles and survivors behind them.
People!
Humans were behind the skeletons.
A feeling of surviving death, like reuniting with long-lost relatives, surged from within.
...…
On the battlefield.
The skeletal dragon quickly reached the horde, opening their bomb bays.
Dense, solid iron bombs rained down from the sky.
Boom, boom, boom~!
The deafening blasts echoed continuously.
The ground trembled, and thick smoke billowed into the air.
Large numbers of zombies were instantly pulverized, their foul blood and body parts scattering.
Creating a vacuum of clear ground.
Roar~! Tap, tap, tap~!
Immediately, the zombies behind trampled over the mangled remains, continuing their charge.
Pushing forward endlessly.
In the sky, the skeletal dragon circled and returned to the rear of the formation.
After reloading the ammo, Qiangzi and his crew sent them back into the sky.
A second wave of bombs fell.
The ground trembled, and another few hundred meters of the zombie horde vanished.
Leaving only scattered limbs.
This time, the two large mutated zombies were caught in the blast, their muscled arms protecting their heads as they huddled in a corner.
Despite minimizing the impact, their backs and arms were pierced by fist-sized holes.
Their bodies were peppered with shrapnel.
The enraged mutated zombies slowly got up, dragging their wounded bodies.
They looked up at the flying dragon in the sky, letting out furious roars.
Picking up rocks from the ground, they hurled them skyward.
But the rocks couldn't reach the dragon, leaving the mutants below screaming and throwing stones in vain.
Whoosh~ swoosh!
The sound of piercing air rang out again.
A dense barrage of arrows, like dark clouds, covered the sky.
Thud, thud, thud~!
The arrows hit the battlefield, felling hordes of zombies.
The swarm of arrows instantly peppered the two mutated zombies.
The mutated zombies were now fully enraged.
Turning to the distant skeleton formation, they roared in fury.
Tossing aside the zombies blocking their way, they charged forward.
...…
Another wave of arrows rained down.
Wu Heng heard the system prompt.
[Level increased to 12, Intelligence +1, Charisma +1.]
[Specialty Unlocked: Forced Focus.]
[Forced Focus]: You can quickly enter a state of focus, greatly enhancing learning and training efficiency.
Finally, his level reached 12.
Now, he had reached the normal standard for an Association Steward.
The zombie world was like a grinding experience dungeon, continuously providing him with experience points.
His progress rate was exceptionally fast, even by the standards of another world.
Perhaps only the heroes in bard tales could achieve such speed.
Li Yanhong walked over and said, "Qi Hancai and her team have stopped those vehicles. How should we handle them?"
Wu Heng glanced back and said, "Ask them how they ended up here. If they want to leave, let them go. If they want to stay, observe them for a while and assign some tasks."
The auto repair shop still needed a large workforce to handle various tasks.
From transporting and scavenging supplies to patrolling, clearing scattered zombies, making wooden targets, and repairing weapons and armor.
There was a constant need for hands.
No harm in adding more people.
Li Yanhong nodded, "Alright!"
...…
At the rear of the convoy.
Survivors armed with heavy crossbows surrounded the stopped vans.
Wearing anti-stab clothing, Qi Hancai slowly approached the front, hands behind her back, and said to the van, "For your safety, get out with your hands up. Don't show any weapons or anything that might be dangerous."
Squeak~!
The twisted, deformed door of the first van slowly opened.
A figure stepped out slowly, hands raised high.
"No, no, no, we're just ordinary survivors. We don't have the strength to harm you."