Retreat

The harsh noise stimulated the nerves of everyone upstairs. Queen Chen and Old Lu couldn't help but frown, and sweat began to seep from the hands holding the guns.

Listening to the terrifying sound of zombies downstairs, Huan Chu's mouth curled into a strange smile. It looks like this is the final wave of the zombie attack. As long as we hold on, there is hope for survival.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the staircase, and no one noticed Huanchu except Pang Le, who noticed Huanchu's sinister smile.

Since the slaughter stopped, Pang Le has been watching Huan Chu, as if waiting for Mr. Huan to give him new orders. With his intelligence, Pang Le naturally couldn't understand why Huan Chu was laughing. But seeing Huan Chu looking so indifferent, Pang Le's nerves, which had been stimulated by the zombie's screams, also relaxed, and he then grinned happily.

The roar did not last long, and the zombies downstairs rushed towards the stairs again as if they had taken stimulants. The already narrow staircase was unexpectedly blocked by zombies, making it impossible to pass through.

Although there was protection from the makeshift fortifications in front of them, Lu Hao and Chen Wenwen still felt a bit nervous watching the waves of zombies surging towards them. In the stairwell of less than 20 meters, there were nearly a hundred zombies packed tightly together, accompanied by their howls, giving people a feeling of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

Seeing the zombies rushing forward this time has completely lost their minds, Huan Chu laughed even more happily. The zombie attack this time was arranged too densely, without leaving any gaps for the next attack, which further confirmed Huan Chu's judgment from the side.

With a swift step, he rushed to Pang Le's side, holding the Type 95 rifle steady and sweeping a fan-shaped burst, knocking down several zombies in the front.

The sound of gunshots instantly brought the distracted crowd back to reality.

Watching the zombies getting closer and closer, the remaining three people pulled the triggers at the same time. In an instant, the entire hotel was filled with the sound of zombies and gunfire. The zombies at the forefront were knocked down, and the ones behind continued to roar and rush towards the crowd, stepping on the bodies of their fallen companions. The blood of their deceased comrades only served to further stimulate their nerves.

In this narrow stairwell, the concentration of nearly a hundred zombies is just too high. The four of them didn't even need to aim, as long as they kept their guns level and pulled the trigger, several zombies would inevitably fall down. The somewhat inadequate firepower in the lobby downstairs now highlights the dominance of firearms. The zombies with zero intelligence originally wanted to use their bodies to destroy the seemingly fragile barrier, but in the end, all that was left was their splattered black blood and shattered bones upon encountering the fortifications.

Dadada! "

The zombies rushing up the stairs were each pointed at by the crowd with guns. Without exception, those unfortunate lottery winners all prematurely ended their second lives and reported to the god of death.

In this space that is not suitable for large-scale charges at all, their heads, shoulders, chests, and arms were smashed into mud by the whistling bullets, and were smashed into minced meat by the terrifying weapons in the hands of humans.

Huan Chu, standing high above, looked through the fortifications at the extremely bloody scene in front of him, feeling the recoil of the Type 95 rifle in his hand, unable to help but exclaim in excitement. I have seen two armored vehicles in the capital before, how they slaughtered hundreds of zombies in just a few minutes, but there is no pleasure like experiencing it firsthand.

Born with a bloodthirsty nature, Pang Le appeared even more excited, his eyes bloodshot as he wildly fired his automatic rifle. As long as he aimed towards the stairwell, each shot would inevitably hit a zombie, with no possibility of wasting ammunition.

If it weren't for Huan Chu blocking him, he would even consider imitating Huan Chu's previous actions and directly charge into the zombie pile for a massacre. In this bloody situation, he unexpectedly felt a faint urge for ** in his lower body, as if only by soaking himself in blood could he satisfy his perverse pleasure.

Chen Wenwen clearly enjoyed the slaughter of zombies without any danger, pulling the trigger freely. Seeing the scene of the bullet drilling into the zombie's brain and bringing up a wave of black liquid, the already unique Queen Chen became even more excited. She even stepped on a chair that had fallen from the fort with one foot, cursing non-stop in her mouth, expressing her satisfaction.

Different from others, Lu Hao, who has fired countless live rounds, remains calm, holding the Type 79 submachine gun steadily and aiming carefully at the approaching zombies. Only when everyone was sure the zombie was dead did he pull the trigger to add a bullet and knock down the trembling zombie.

In just ten minutes, the pressure on Huan Chu and others lightened, and the entire staircase had become a sea of ​​corpses, with only a few mutilated zombies lying in pools of blood, struggling to climb up while wailing incessantly.

Pang Le was about to shoot to end their suffering, but was stopped by Huan Chu. He shook his head at Pang Le, picked up the black blade machete at his feet, and with a 'crack', chopped off the head of a zombie that had crawled up with only half of its body left, saying, "Don't waste bullets, they're still useful." "

Pang Le had no cold weapons, so he could only look at the undead zombies with hatred. Although the bloodthirsty desire in his body had not been vented completely, he was unwilling to disobey Huan Chu's orders. He could only nod, lower his gun, turn his body around, and force himself not to look at those monsters that aroused his desires.

At this moment, Chen Wenwen also drew out her broken water, cooperating with Huan Chu to kill the approaching disabled zombies one by one. Unable to help, Lu Hao asked Huan Chu for a cigarette. After the fierce battle, he also felt a bit tired. Leaning against the wall, he lit the cigarette and took deep drags, trying to relax.

Just then, he saw Lu Xiaohu standing at the end of the corridor. Seeing his son running out without listening, about to scold him, Lu Xiaohu turned around and looked out the window, shouting loudly, "Dad, Dad, the zombies are running away!" "

What? Luhao hurried to the window and looked outside when he heard it.

Sure enough, there were still some remaining zombies retreating from the hall, dragging their feet and walking away in the distance, just as quietly as they came, without making any groans.

At this moment, the sky was already getting a little brighter, and with the light from the parking lot, Lu Hao could easily see that no less than two hundred zombies were pouring out of the parking lot, slowly disappearing into the darkness in the distance.

Watching everyone survive this difficult battle, Lu Hao couldn't help but hit the windowsill hard with his fist, ignoring the slight swelling in his right hand from the excessive force, and shouted directly at Huan Chu, "Brother Huan Chu, the zombies really ran away!" We won! "

Upon hearing his words, Chen Wenwen also got excited and dropped her work to run to the window. It wasn't until Chen Da Queen confirmed that the zombies had gone far away that she exclaimed, let her ponytail loose and draped it over her shoulders. She then flipped the middle finger towards the zombies' backs and cursed loudly, "F*ck you!" See if you bastards dare to mess with me again in the future! "

Upon hearing Chen Wenwen's outburst, Huan Chu's lips curled into a slight smile.

He had already anticipated that if this attack failed, the high-level zombies behind the scenes would abandon this plan that did not yield proportional results, so he was not particularly happy. But as he watched himself holding off hundreds of zombies with just a few people, a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

After two hours of fierce fighting, the last wailing zombie was finally beheaded by Huan Chu with a single slash, spraying a stream of black blood from its neck, and falling on the stairs filled with corpses.

At this moment, the four blood-covered individuals stood in the corridor, finally unable to help but breathe a sigh of relief, gasping for breath rapidly, relaxing their tense nerves that had been taut all along.

But in the eyes of the crowd looking at each other, there was an undeniable sense of pride and arrogance. Four people with four guns successfully repelled the siege of hundreds of zombies under the command of high-level zombies. It is definitely a very proud experience.

Even Pang Le, who is not very smart, was excited and dancing with joy at this moment, completely forgetting the unhappiness of being forbidden to shoot earlier.

After waiting for another ten minutes and confirming that the zombies would not reappear, the barricades blocking the hallway were removed, and the cleanup of the battlefield began.

When they were focused before, they didn't notice it, but now that they relaxed, they all realized that the hallway filled with corpses was truly foul-smelling. Normally, Queen Chen would never approach such a dirty place without wearing a gas mask.

At the end of the world, Chen Wenwen could only helplessly carry bodies with Huan Chu and others, clearing a path that was barely passable down the stairs.

I have to say, the person controlling the zombies must be a very twisted individual.

Since I can't kill you, I must disgust you before I leave.

At least Huan Chu firmly believed that when launching the final offensive, he must have had such thoughts in his mind.

Because the battle lasted only two hours throughout the night, they managed to clear a passable path in the hotel, with both Lu Xiaohu and Heizi taking a full hour and a half.

Fortunately, this is not a fixed stronghold for Huan Chu and others. We can leave after daybreak. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to clean the entire hotel with just a few people in less than a day and night.

Finally, the group finished these trivial tasks, and they expended no less energy than they did in the previous big battle.

It was already 3 o'clock in the morning. Huan Chu ordered everyone to rest. Lao Lu took his son, while Huan Chu and Chen Wenwen went back to their rooms to rest.

Pang Le and Heizi encountered some problems. Heizi, as always, remained vigilant in front of Huan Chu. Pang Le's admiration for Huan Chu is too fanatical. He refused to go back to his room to sleep, and kept muttering, "Protect, Mr. Huan." "

Perhaps feeling that both Lu Hao and Chen Wenwen's way of addressing Huan Chu was too disrespectful, and Lu Xiaohu's way of addressing him was obviously not suitable, Pang Le chose Wang Bo's way of addressing Huan Chu, directly calling him "Mr. Huan".

Looking at himself covered in blood, Huan Chu couldn't help but feel that he had nothing to do with the word 'master'. Knowing that he couldn't argue with Pang Le, he instructed him to call himself 'boss' instead, so that he could satisfy his desire to experience being a boss.

Chen Wenwen was very attentive. Seeing that Pang Le refused to leave the door no matter what, she brought a quilt from the nearby guest room and laid it out in front of the door for Pang Le to sleep on. Although Pang Le is not very intelligent, even a fool can see the relationship between Huan Chu and Chen Wenwen. He gratefully glanced at Chen Wenwen, not sure where he had learned it from a TV show, said "Thank you, boss lady", and then fell asleep.

Huan Chu glanced at Chen Wenwen and said with a smile, "Go back to sleep, boss lady." "

Obviously, Chen Wenwen, who had just experienced a big victory, was in a good mood. Instead of getting angry, she hugged Huan Chu's arm and smiled at him, saying, "Let's go, boss." "

Looking at the charming Chen Wenwen in front of him, feeling the soft sensation coming from his arm, Xiaohuan Chu suddenly pitched a tent below.

Taking a glance at Pang Le, who was already fast asleep right in front of the door, Huan Chu knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything tonight. He could only smile bitterly as Chen Wenwen dragged him into the room. As he approached the door, he couldn't help but curse silently, "Beauty, you are truly a disaster." "