After the seven men packed up their few backpacks, they stood in front of the door, each holding their weapons, breathing nervously.
"Are you all ready? I'm going to open the door." The person who spoke was the porter. His voice was trembling, and it was obvious that he was also very scared.
They didn't know whether the zombies in the building had really been lured away, so everyone was extremely cautious.
Several people looked at each other, and finally nodded to the burly man who was about to open the door.
After all, they have been surviving together for a month, and there is some tacit understanding between them.
After opening the door, there were indeed zombies outside, but their number had obviously decreased, and they were no longer crowded in the corridor like at the beginning.
These zombies seemed to be moving slowly, their legs and feet seemed not very flexible, and two of them were hanging on the stairs.
Several people stepped forward cautiously and skillfully stabbed homemade spears, steel bars and other weapons into the zombies' eye sockets to free them as soon as possible.
While they were carefully cleaning up the zombies, they whispered about what to do next.
Some people suggested escaping on their own, thinking that this would be safer; but others suggested joining up with the army that suddenly appeared and seeking help.
Although human nature is hard to predict in the doomsday, out of trust in the soldiers, they finally decided to find an opportunity to meet up with Chen Bufan and the others.
Even if you can't get rescue, it would be good to get some guidance.
They walked all the way downstairs and looked at the zombies on the street outside. They were attracted by the sound from other places and walked towards the service area of the highway with a clear goal. The scene was so shocking and scary that they dared not say a word, for fear that they would attract the attention of these monsters and die here.
The scene in front of him was simply horrifying. There were tens of thousands of zombies outside, crowded together so densely that the entire street was blocked. Even the original road could not be seen at all. There was only a sea of black figures moving slowly.
The eyes of these zombies were fixed straight ahead, as if their beloved ones were there.
“Let’s observe the situation of the zombies first, and then try to get in touch with them if possible.
There are too many zombies now, we have no way to get through, and they are busy cleaning up the zombies, so they probably don’t have time to pay attention to us.”
The oldest man in the group suggested.
"Okay, let's hide here for a while. I hope everything goes well for them and they are safe and sound."
As soon as the first rays of sunlight broke at dawn, the soldiers took action early and began to attract and eliminate the zombies according to the established plan.
They quickly climbed onto the roof of the service area, built solid fortifications with sandbags, and arranged the heavy machine guns neatly in a row to form a powerful firepower network.
The area of the parking lot has also changed.
The area that was originally full of parked vehicles has been cleaned up and transformed into an artillery position. Various mortars are placed at intervals, and artillery boxes fill the parking lot.
In addition to the original 60mm mortar, a more powerful 120mm mortar has now been added to make up for the lack of power of the 60mm mortar.
The method of attracting zombies to attack is extremely direct - fire a cannonball.
The shells made a loud noise when they exploded, loud enough for zombies far away to hear.
This service area is an excellent location to fight zombies. It is separated from the city by a wide highway, and the isolation guardrails on both sides of the highway are like two low walls, effectively blocking the zombies' way forward, allowing soldiers to shoot leisurely.
Once they successfully cleared the city of most of the zombies, they would head to the port to borrow a ship to Three Cliffs.
The sound of gunfire began at 7 a.m. and continued throughout the morning. Survivors throughout the city could hear the inspiring sound. Some took the opportunity when the zombies were lured away to escape, while others searched hard for the army and waited for rescue.
It was not until 12 noon that the intensive gunfire gradually became sporadic.
Chen Bufan sat comfortably in the RV, enjoying the delicious beef and drinking fine wine.
Li Wenyin and the other sisters beside him ate more elegantly but not slowly. A palm-sized steak was quickly finished.
After the meal, Chen Bufan checked his points. After a morning of fighting, his points had increased by a full 11. Of course, this number was after deducting the points spent on purchasing ammunition.
With the continuous upgrading of weapons and equipment, the efficiency of killing zombies is getting higher and higher.
After the soldiers had eaten and taken a short rest, Chen Bufan took out ten jeeps equipped with heavy machine guns from the package to protect the convoy, and also took out twenty large trucks for the soldiers to take to the port.
The convoy bypassed the mountains of zombie corpses and headed towards the port in the direction indicated by the map.
Suddenly, a soldier reported to Chen Bufan: "Boss, seven survivors were found ahead."
"Magnetic, ask about their purpose and identity."
"Yes! Boss."
These seven people were exactly the same seven-member team that had asked Chen Bufan for help before.
At this moment, they were bent over and holding their knees, panting, sweating, and looking very tired.
This is enough to prove that they have made great efforts to catch up with Chen Bufan's team.
When they saw the number of zombies gradually decreasing, they realized that the strength of this team was beyond their imagination. There were countless zombies, but they were almost all wiped out in just one morning. For them, this meant hope of survival, so they decided to try their luck.
Looking at the soldiers who came over to ask them questions, the seven people looked at the soldiers in front of them, looked at each other, and finally the oldest man came forward to communicate.
"Commander, we are the survivors here. My name is Zeng Dawei and they are my teammates. Are you here to rescue us?" Zeng Dawei looked nervous and asked cautiously.
"We just passed by here and cleaned up the zombies. We are not in charge of the rescue work."
When Zeng Dawei and several teammates heard the soldier's answer, they couldn't control the expressions on their faces. They came here with great expectations, but in the end there was really no rescue. For a moment, everyone looked a little disappointed and could not accept this result.
Zeng Dawei cheered up, trying to hide his inner fragility and continued to ask the soldier, "Sir, can I ask where there is a shelter?"
"There is a base in Fengtian. You can go there. The zombies there have been almost cleared out. The highway has been cleared. You can just find a car and go there directly. There is not much risk."
"Ouch! Thank you, sir!"
"Thank you, sir! That's great. It would be nice to know the location."
"Yeah, that's a bit of a head start."
Several people put smiles on their lost faces again. Although they were not rescued, at least they knew there was a place for them to stay in this world.