You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 264 263 Battlefield

The wind howled fiercely on the rooftop.

As the deep autumn approached, the temperature had gradually beco bleak, and the cold air sneaking through the gaps into his clothes finally snapped Ding Zhixiong out of his daze.

The leader of the second group, who had accompanied him up, imdiately showed concern and said,

"Brother Xiong, are you alright?"

Ding Zhixiong shook his head slightly.

But his gaze was still fixed on the huge armored truck in the distance.

With the unexpected appearance of this armored vehicle, the ordinary-looking overpass had gradually taken on a different scene, with more and more unexpected things appearing in his sight.

Following the gaze past the armored truck that had half of its body hanging off the overpass, all the way to the right.

He soon discovered a mass of congested and piled-up car wrecks.

They were indeed trucks this ti.

But whether it was their monstrous size or the camouflage paint that was almost the sa as the armored vehicles at a glance, there was no doubt about the identity of these trucks.

Just like the armored truck, these trucks also belonged to the Shenzhou Army's military vehicles.

Yet now, they were pressed together like train carriages.

No sign of any people was visible.

For so reason, Ding Zhixiong felt a sudden sense of loss, perhaps because the sliver of hope hidden in his heart had finally shattered in the face of the reality before him.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to take his n up to the overpass to see what had happened.

Why had the military suffered a complete defeat at this place?

Were there any other survivors?

With this thought, he no longer hesitated, "Go, get everyone ready for battle."

"Let's go up and take a look."

The second group leader was startled upon hearing this and said,

"Brother Xiong, do you an to go up the highway and take a look?"

"But there…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ding Zhixiong had already turned and walked down the stairwell, not giving him the chance to object.

The man hesitated for a long ti with an expression that seed to hold back words, but eventually, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said,

"Get ready for battle."

"Head to the highway."

After speaking, he quickly followed suit.

anwhile, the people downstairs had already begun preparing.

Originally, so did harbor discontent; after all, the situation on the highway was clear at a glance from here—it was an authentic at grinder.

One after another, the automobiles collided, their wreckage twisted like pretzels, crushing the people within into a pulp.

Those who survived the execution were mostly turned into zombies wandering through this forest of steel.

At a glance, almost everywhere, there were writhing heads.

And now they were talking about going in?

Were they out of their minds?

But Ding Zhixiong clearly wasn't concerned with all that, as, after confirming that everyone was ready for battle, he imdiately issued the order to move out.

Despite the internal resistance, everyone had no choice but to carry out the orders of their leader.

The rules of the Combat Departnt were exceedingly strict.

Obeying was the first principle.

Of the twenty team mbers, only four were left behind as backup and also tasked with guarding the supplies left in the vehicles, each of them brimming with excitent.

The remaining sixteen were all to follow Ding Zhixiong onto the expressway.

However, Ding Zhixiong was not a fool after all.

There were at least eight hundred zombies, if not a thousand, on the entirety of the expressway.

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With only about a dozen people and guns at his disposal, it was clearly impossible to fight from beginning to end, so they had to avoid firing as much as possible to prevent causing too much noise and sparking a riot among the horde of corpses.

A group of people climbed over the toll booth's barrier, imdiately raising shields and drawing crooked knives.

Ahead was the entrance to the forest of death.

A box truck, over ten ters long, happened to be perpendicular across the middle of the road, along with a variety of other tail-ended vehicles that blocked off most of the highway entrance.

Under the wheels lay large patches of dried blood stains, and from the open doors protruded half a gnawed leg bone.

"Everyone be careful."

"From now on, no firing unless absolutely necessary."

Ding Zhixiong solemnly instructed his subordinates.

Two n, each with a shield, stood to his left and right, perfectly guarding him in the center, followed by other team mbers equally alert and focused on observing the surroundings.

As the people up front approached the box truck, there ca a sudden rustling from beneath.

Several bloodied and bruised arms stretched out from underneath.

In a mont, two shrunken heads erged, baring their teeth and gaping at the prey that had suddenly appeared before them, struggling to crawl out from underneath.

Ding Zhixiong charged ahead, his crooked knife slicing diagonally at the heads below without a second thought!

The sharp blade instantly penetrated the skulls!

A mix of yellow, white, and red burst from the incision in the head, and the body below imdiately lost strength and slumped to the ground.

Another zombie, having used the ti its companion died to nearly crawl out, was instantly cut in half by a waist-high slash.

The head rolled away.

With the death of these two zombies, the noise from under the vehicle abruptly ceased, and the surroundings returned to a silence punctuated by faint noises.

The chaotic road surface and the visible bones everywhere gave the entire highway an aura of death.

Occasional sounds would instantly put everyone on high alert.

New zombies were coming.

Fortunately, these zombies were also separated from each other by the car wreckages, which resembled connected trenches.

The number of zombies that lunged at Ding Zhixiong and the others each ti was not many.

At tis there were as few as two or three.

And at most, there were just under a dozen, quickly becoming corpses on the ground with the coordination between their shields and knives.

Unnoticed, more than an hour had passed.

The toll booth behind them had completely disappeared from everyone's sight, cleanly hidden behind layers of wreckage, leaving only a few gloomy outlines in their line of sight.

In front of them lay devastation.

Broken bodies and scattered shell casings were everywhere.

When the group climbed over the debris blocking the way and finally saw the armored vehicle hanging off the edge of the highway, everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Looking down from here, there were bodies in camouflage uniforms almost everywhere.

A rough estimate put the number at least in the hundreds.

There were even two bodies in the sa uniform twisted together, one with a knife that had been pushed straight into his comrade's neck; yet this would-be fatal attack seed to have had no effect.

The other's teeth were still tearing open his throat.

Blood soaked the uniform below.

"Mutated corpses?"

"Even in the army, there was mutation?"

Ding Zhixiong's gaze was vacant as he murmured, slowly shifting his eyes to other bodies around.

The fallen, almost all with ferocious and horrifying features.

Despite the bloodstains on their bodies, bullet holes were clearly visible.

At the sa ti, their heads were all turned in the sa direction as if chasing sothing before death, very eerie.

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