Turning Danger into Safety on the Journey South

Huan Chu was momentarily confused, then quickly understood. The 'gun' naturally refers to the Type 92 in my right hand, while the 'sword' probably means the machete in my left hand. In fact, in the West, there are only double-edged and straight-edged swords, and knives are also considered a type of sword. Japan does not distinguish between knives and swords, so it is also acceptable to say that Huan Chu's black-bladed mountain-opening knife is a sword.

Huan Chu seemed very pleased with the term, laughing heartily and saying, "Gun sword, gun sword!" Good name! From today on, my nickname is Gunblade! According to the routine of a typical online novel, at this point, the story should continue with, 'Little did everyone know at that moment, the wheels of fate had started turning with a single sentence from the fool. In the future, the legendary Gunblade Squad would be officially established in a humble inn in Shangcheng County...' (The next 1000 words are omitted)

The reality and imagination are always different. The grim situation that Huan Chu and others are facing now means that they do not have time to leisurely discuss their nicknames one by one, nor do they have the luxury to sit down, chat, drink tea, and talk about the future development of the 'Gun Sword Team'. The zombies that were temporarily blocked by Chen Wenwen's barrage downstairs have once again rushed up the stairs.

The first to react, of course, was the beast-like Pang Le. In his opinion, standing at the window and shooting zombies felt like playing a computer game, with no fun at all. At this moment, as he watched several shirtless zombies gnashing their teeth and clawing their way towards the crowd, he finally found that perverse thrill he experienced when facing off against well-trained special forces in the deep mountains and old forests.

Call me! Call me! As the zombie approached closer and closer, and the stench from its body grew stronger, Pang Le felt a flame burning fiercely in his chest. A grim smile crept onto his face as he raised his gun, aiming directly at the zombie's eyeball through the sights.

With a strong force, there was only a soft 'pu' sound, and Pang Le directly exploded the zombie's eyeball, sending the Type 95 into the zombie's eye socket. If you don't call, how can I get excited! In this situation, Pang Le actually laughed. He laughed heartily while pulling the trigger of the Type 95 rifle.

Dadada! Perhaps Pang Le's bloodthirsty nature, which had been suppressed by himself all along, burst out at this moment, and he could barely contain it, firing a burst of bullets directly.

Splattering black blood everywhere! The zombie with its eyeballs pierced was directly smashed to pieces by Pang Le, with the black semi-solidified liquid in its skull splashing on the wall, construction site, and Pang Le's face. Pang Lesi was completely unfazed, even sticking out her tongue to lick the foul liquid spilled on the corner of her mouth. She laughed even more wildly, turned the barrel of the gun towards another zombie, and the Type 95 in her hand once again spewed out terrifying flames.

Perhaps it was because the Type 95 rifle had just been inserted into the eye socket of the zombie, stained with blood, that the tongue of fire spewing from the muzzle was yellow with a strange black tint. Coupled with Pang Le's wild laughter under the glare of the fire, it appeared inexplicably eerie.

Lu Hao and Chen Wenwen originally thought that Huan Chu was already bloodthirsty and crazy enough, but they didn't expect that Pang Le, who had always been quiet, was the real madman. As they watched his eyes turn strange, they were momentarily unable to call for fire support. Huan Chu, on the other hand, felt more relieved when he saw Pang Le blocking almost all the zombies at the stairway entrance by himself.

I was right about this kid! I don't know how his parents brought him into this world. This is not a human, it is clearly a humanoid combat weapon!

Huan Chu watched as Pang Le quickly emptied 30 rounds of 9mm bullets from the Type 95 rifle in just a few seconds. Just as he was about to provide support, he saw Pang Le's smile remain unchanged on his face. Pang Le swiftly threw the automatic rifle behind him, drew the Type 92 from his waist, and raised his left hand to fire two shots at the zombie. After the pressure in front of him slightly eased, Pang Le's right hand did not idle. Taking advantage of a brief moment, he pressed the retreat button. As the Type 95 magazine dropped, he had already pulled out a new one from his pocket and loaded it in.

It wasn't until Pang Le raised the Type 95 again and swept it wildly towards the zombie in front of him that the ejected magazine fell to the ground. This move is simply amazing, not to mention Huan Chu and Chen Wenwen, even Lu Hao, who has been in the army for twenty years, is stunned, unconsciously shaking his head and murmuring, "Monster, he's really a monster." No wonder, no wonder...

Clearly, it was not until now that Lu Hao truly understood why it took the mobilization of the entire city's police force and the sacrifice of seven special police officers to barely capture Pang Le. It was not until this moment that Lu Hao no longer dared to underestimate this usually dull fool in his heart.

Huan Chu saw that Pang Le could block the zombies with the construction site alone, so he didn't move forward anymore. He leaned against the window of the corridor, smoking a cigarette, and occasionally raised his gun to shoot casually. Every shot hit the mark under Pang Le's gun. For a moment, hundreds of zombies were actually blocked in the corridor by two, no, to be precise, by four people.

At this moment, Huan Chu felt fortunate that everyone had ultimately chosen this small inn instead of a large hotel in the county. The three-story motel has no elevator, and there is only one staircase for going up and down, so there is no need to worry about zombies coming from other routes. As long as we guard this passage, we are guarding their access to the dawn of survival.

In fact, Huan Chu has now basically relaxed. It is obvious that gathering such a large number of zombies for a surprise attack is the work of high-level zombies. Since the other party is a sentient being with thoughts, they should know that there are only a few people here, and continuing to attack like this would be totally not worth it. If he/she still has any rationality left, it's probably time to give up the attack.

What worried Huan Chu the most was his initial speculation - Zhang Jing. If she is the one commanding the zombies in this attack, then most likely her target is herself. If that's the case, the zombie attack wouldn't have ended so easily. Although the group has managed to maintain a balance with the zombies for now, their ammunition will eventually run out, and they cannot possibly stop the tens of thousands of zombies in Shangcheng County.

Pamela, standing at the top of the stairs, showed no signs of fatigue, maintaining a high level of concentration as she continuously fired her gun to kill the zombies charging up the stairs. From the moment he stood at the top of the stairs until now, the blood on the steps has gathered into a trickle, constantly flowing down the stairs. At this point, the blood of the zombies also flowed into the makeshift barricade made of tables and chairs, gradually dyeing them from brown to a eerie dark brown color.

If it weren't for the zombies clearing the way under the command of the high-level zombie, the densely packed bodies downstairs would be enough to block the corridor. At this point, Chen Wenwen and Lu Hao had also recovered. They followed Huan Chu's lead and did not interfere with Pang Le's outburst. They set aside the Type 79 rifle and took out their handguns, ready to provide cover for Pang Le at any time.

Facing a continuous stream of various zombies, Pang Le's Type 95 automatic rifle shook and spewed flames in his hands, spraying bullets in a fan shape fiercely towards the approaching zombies. In just a few seconds, the corridor that was just cleared of zombies was once again filled with the bodies of zombies oozing brain fluid.

I have to say, the intelligence of these zombies who only obey commands and act on instinct is really low. Knowing that they have no chance of attacking the people guarding the fortifications, they keep charging up like mad dogs, as if they would starve to death if they couldn't knock down and tear apart Huan Chu and the others into shreds.

The only result of this irrational charge is that they wasted their second lives without any regard, becoming the dead souls under Pang Le's gun, one after another. In this situation, Pang Le was naturally more excited. This hunting method was much simpler than fighting with the special police, and he didn't need to rack his brains to think of various strategies at all. It was like playing a game - when an enemy rushed up, he would shoot, and when another one came, he would shoot again. Watching the scene of zombies being smashed by him, with brain splattering and black blood splashing everywhere, smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, he was so excited that he felt like crying, as if he was in heaven.

At this moment, no one noticed that Lu Xiaohu and Heizi, who had been instructed to hide in the room, had already arrived in the corridor and were quietly watching the scene in front of them. At this moment, seeing everyone turning danger into safety, the expression on his face hardly changed at all, as if he had expected it all along. In Little Tiger's mind, saving himself and his father from Huan Chu was already an unbeatable victory, how could a mere zombie possibly cause trouble for them.

Hei Zi, unlike Lu Xiaohu, does not have blind trust in Huan Chu. Along the way, he and the queen have experienced many risks with him, and almost couldn't escape. In its view, Huan Chu was at most slightly better than its original master, just an ordinary person. At this point, seeing the situation starting to deadlock, it finally relaxed, ran a few laps around Lu Xiaohu, barking to signal Lu Xiaohu to return to the room.

Ke Lu Xiaohu, however, did not have this plan. He knew that his mother was killed by zombies, and along the way, both he and his father consciously or unconsciously avoided those terrifying monsters. At this moment, seeing Pang Le crazily slaughtering the zombies, he also felt a sense of satisfaction in avenging a great enmity. He was very excited and had long forgotten the current unfavorable situation. He wished he could grow up quickly, like Uncle Silly, holding a gun and shooting at the zombies.

The one-sided massacre did not continue. When Pang Le finished emptying his seventh magazine, the high-level zombie hidden behind the scenes obviously had a clear understanding of the situation in the hotel. I don't know what order he gave, but the zombies in the stairwell suddenly stopped their charge towards the top.

Pang Le lost his target in front of him and had to put down his Type 95 rifle, stopping his massacre. The once bustling small inn suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Huan Chu was not deceived by this brief silence, signaling to Lu Hao and Chen Wenwen to be prepared and ready to respond at any time.

"Quack~~~~~"

Suddenly, a zombie downstairs let out a sharp scream that could rival an air raid siren. The scream in the silence lasted less than half a second, and the whole zombie horde erupted. The zombies' howls rose and fell one after another downstairs, shaking even the fortifications built by Lu Hao. If the glass in the hall hadn't been smashed by the zombies, it would have been shattered by the deafening noise that erupted in an instant.