Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137
"Uncle Hammer, what should we do?"
The survivor in the passenger seat cried out in shock.
"You ask me, but who do I ask? We’re already out of options, zombies behind us, and those ahead are surely zombies too. The only chance left for us is to charge through. If we make it, we might survive; if not, we’re done for here."
Uncle Hammer was ready for a desperate fight.
He had thought getting to He City would never be smooth sailing.
He just didn’t expect it to be .
This was being driven to a dead end.
The survivors in the car looked pale and terrified, their hearts pounding. Struggling to survive the apocalypse is all for staying alive, and who wishes to die?
Whether they could survive now wasn’t something in their control.
"Hold on tight, get ready to charge." Uncle Hammer shouted.
Everyone held on to the seats in front.
Some prayed silently.
Some shouted, "Jade Emperor, The Buddha, help us."
Now all they could do was hope that non-existent deities would keep them safe.
Uncle Hammer estimated whether the modified vehicle’s horsepower was enough to bust through the zombies blocking their way.
He estimated the number in front of them.
It seemed very difficult.
The worst outcome was getting stuck inside, the engine stalling out, not able to restart.
A strange scene unfolded.
The figures blocking the way suddenly moved aside, making way for a passage.
Uncle Hammer stared wide-eyed as the vehicles drove past them. Looking out through the car window, he discovered those guys had their faces covered, but he could vaguely tell they were all zombies.
Some of them held firearms, while others had axes and machetes.
One could hear their low growls. Such a sound was unmistakable to anyone—besides zombies, who else would make such a noise?
"Uncle Hammer, the zombies didn’t stop us."
"What the hell is going on?"
"Who are they anyway?"
"The zombies behind are charging at us, damn it..."
A scene occurred that left them completely stunned.
The sound of gunfire rang out, and they saw the zombies that initially blocked their way lift their guns and unleash a barrage on the charging zombies.
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The bus that had driven through slowly came to a stop, with all the survivors clinging to the windows to watch the situation outside, some even opening the roof and climbing out to see what was going on.
By now, they had entered the area of He City.
Zombie Emperor Wang Zixuan had always sent zombies out on the roads to search for survivors.
When encountering survivors in vehicles, they would make way and let them pass; if survivors were in danger, the zombies ordered by Wang Zixuan would provide help.
The group of zombies taught by Wang Zixuan wasn’t easily defeated.
First confrontations started with a burst of suppressive firepower.
Though the number of the zombie horde was large, everyone was a first-time zombie, and no one showed favoritism, just a fierce brawl.
The front-line zombies in the horde fell one after another, but it had little effect on the zombie horde as a whole.
The zombies wearing long robes roared, raised their axes and knives, and charged forward, swinging weapons wildly at the zombies in the horde, slashing ferociously.
These zombies seemed to have mastered the essence of slashing zombies.
Every stroke of their blades hit the head with precision.
Zombie attacks typically involved ripping limbs, but this group was more like specially trained ones, opting for slashing instead of biting.
These were zombies trained by Zombie Emperor Wang Zixuan.
Regular zombies had no intellect.
But those led by the Creator were different naturally.
In the bus, the survivors were gaping.
"Oh my god, what is happening, this looks like gang warfare."
"I feel like these zombies are protecting us, holding off danger."
"It’s not a feeling, it’s real."
"This is too bizarre."
"No... We’ve now entered He City Province and haven’t encountered zombies until now; these zombies appeared behind us later, probably from elsewhere."
"Oh no, look quickly, things aren’t right; the number of the zombie horde is too large, the zombies helping us can’t hold on."
"For some reason, I find it poignant. Despite the overwhelming odds, they charge ahead without fear, never letting out a wail even in death."
Everyone quickly looked in that direction.
They deeply felt the same.
The zombie horde held an absolute advantage.
Though conflicts emerged, the zombies aiding them were pushed to the ground, their abdomens torn open, and heads chewed into bloody holes.
Even though there were Evolutionary Zombies, the horde also had Evolutionary Zombies, and the situation on the field began to tilt one-sidedly.
There was a Creator in the zombie horde.
It observed the situation ahead, knowing there were traitors among the zombies, sought them out, and covertly relayed their positions to human Lin Fan.
This was a very malicious act.
Such an existence had to be eradicated thoroughly.