BC Chapter 62

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

The third brother and Cui Lin, catching up from behind, saw Brother Gou suddenly attacked and hurriedly stepped forward with their weapons, wanting to help Brother Gou deal with the rushing figure.

However, the black shadow’s speed was extremely fast. Just as the third brother’s broadsword was slashing towards the black shadow, it suddenly leaped from the ground, lunging straight at Brother Gou, who had been knocked to the ground and hadn’t recovered.

“Clang!”

“Pfft!”

The sound of the third brother’s blade hitting the ground and the sound of the black shadow biting off Brother Gou’s ear rang out almost simultaneously. Cui Lin, who had already lunged close to Brother Gou, cursed loudly, “I’ll fuck your ancestors!!!” His expression was one of utter rage as he swung his axe down on the black shadow’s head, but the black shadow dodged the fatal blow with a twist of its body, only managing to chop off half of its arm.

It wasn’t until this moment that Brother Gou, who had his ear bitten off, screamed loudly, covering the bleeding stub of his ear bone, “Ah—Ah—”

“Run, run first! Brother Gou!” The third brother, who had missed his attack, scrambled to Brother Gou’s side and frantically helped the injured Brother Gou up, trying to continue running towards the street corner. Cui Lin, who had injured the black shadow, also turned and ran without regard for anything else. After all, a large group of zombies were chasing behind them, and now was not the time to engage in a prolonged battle.

However, perhaps the commotion here had aroused the interest of zombies in other places, or perhaps the zombies nearby had heard the sound of the fighting. In any case, before Cui Lin and the others could successfully escape, sporadic zombies began to stumble out of various streets and alleys, converging towards them.

Left with no choice, the three could only grit their teeth and push forward against the pressure of the zombies in front. After all, the zombies chasing from behind were already forming a layered wall of zombies. If they turned back and collided with them, it would only lead to death.

However, how could two people with rapidly depleting stamina cope with this desperate situation of being surrounded from both sides while also dragging an injured companion?

As the three moved slower and slower, the zombies behind them, as if injected with chicken blood, continued to catch up tirelessly, like a black tide surging forward, wanting to engulf the three. When the zombie horde was quite close to the three, the first zombie finally pounced on them regardless of the consequences, like starting a chain reaction. The remaining zombies followed suit, pressing down on the three one after another…

“Ah—”

“Damn it—”

“Get away—”

The three’s shouts were quickly drowned out by the rustling sounds of the zombies’ movements and the “ho ho” sounds coming from their mouths.

…

“Captain Yao, squad one has cleared the infected gathering on Main Street, squad two is splitting up into pairs to advance into the alleys, and squad three is staying with the main force, advancing while standing by. Our people have not yet encountered any survivors in Qingshui City so far.” The fully armed man held his gun, constantly guarding his surroundings, while reporting the summarized situation of the several squad members to the equally fully armed woman beside him through the walkie-talkie.

“No rush. According to the situation, we are currently in the suburbs of Qingshui City, where there are fewer people. There are many closed places here, such as factories and low-rise office buildings, and we cannot enter rashly. If there are people waiting for rescue inside, we must act according to our capabilities. After all, compared to the nearly one million people in the entire city, there are only thirty-two of us in these three squads. What we can do is to first find out the general situation and distribution of infected people and survivors in Qingshui City. Only when we send the first-hand news back to the rescue headquarters as soon as possible can the higher-ups make better and more appropriate deployments. The three squads maintain their formation and continue to advance.” The woman, also wearing a full set of black special operations rescue soldier equipment, calmly issued instructions.

“Yes! Each squad must report special situations immediately, continue forward!” Du Huan, as the deputy captain, responded to Yao Jinglin’s orders and passed the order down through the walkie-talkie.

This group of people has been carrying out rescue missions in disaster-stricken cities for more than just today. In the previous two less serious cities, the main focus was on rescuing survivors. After all, time was of the essence, and saving one more person was one more person saved. Seeing lives being saved in their hands was also a spiritual encouragement for the rescuing soldiers. Although those inhuman and undead infected people were terrible, and in the early stages, many comrades died in the hands of the surprisingly powerful infected people due to lack of experience, they, as the vanguard, were in a position where they could not retreat. Even if they knew they might be sacrificed, they could only overcome all difficulties and stand their ground for the sake of the people’s interests. This was their mission and their duty.

…

After Yao Jinglin and the others continued to advance two more streets, they arrived at the People’s Park in the suburbs. At this time, the squad leader of the first squad, acting as the scout in front, suddenly opened his mouth on the walkie-talkie with a serious and anxious tone: “There are a large number of infected people gathering in front of the park gate. Captain, should we detour or go directly to solve the gathering problem?”

“To open up a path to survival for the survivors and eliminate future troubles, we must open a path of blood. Let them clear those infected people!” Yao Jinglin’s eyes flashed, and she decisively ordered.

As the vanguard of the special operations rescue team, they were first and foremost special operations team members, so they could not avoid combat. To open a path to survival, sacrifice was inevitable. So even though Yao Jinglin knew that her order would definitely result in casualties, she could only do so.

As Deputy Captain Du Huan relayed the order, the ten members of the first squad charged up with their guns and engaged the group of infected people head-on.

Unlike ordinary survivors in the city, each special operations team member had a rifle that was enough to harvest the vast majority of infected people. So although the battle was tense, the results were good.

From the previous battles, most of the participating team members had summarized more effective tactics. That was to fire at the heads of those infected people, which could effectively stop their forward momentum.

The special operations team members’ marksmanship was battle-hardened and rigorously trained, so soon, rows of infected people were seen falling one after another, and the gathered infected people gradually disintegrated like solid ice being melted layer by layer.

The members of the first squad became more and more courageous as they fought, and even a few more spirited young men advanced while firing, constantly approaching the fewer and fewer infected people.