The explosions were continuous!
The entire Jiangnan district felt the earth tremble.
"Look, smoke is rising, and not just from one spot!"
"You think… there are troops resisting the zombies?"
"Don't be naive. This is the apocalypse, where are the troops? Even if there were, would they be throwing their lives away? That's a zombie horde!"
"No matter what, someone is helping to fend off the horde. Shouldn't we do something instead of just standing by?!"
"Right, we shouldn't stand by. We should run as far as we can before he dies! We can't let him die in vain!"
"Enough talk, if we don't run now, it'll be too late!"
"What a madman, daring to confront the zombie horde head-on!"
"Let's hurry south, as far from here as possible. Hopefully, the horde will disperse on its own in a few days!"
"Yes, everyone retreat south. We can look out for each other along the way!"
"The soldiers from before said they would establish a sanctuary to the south. Let's go seek refuge there, maybe we'll survive!"
Looking at the chat channel, everyone had reached a unanimous decision.
Zheng Hao's heart suddenly stirred, and he quickly gave an order:
"Old Qian, tell everyone to pack their belongings and retreat west immediately!"
Qian Zhenyu was taken aback and asked:
"Retreat west? This…"
"We don't know if there are any zombies there, or what the situation is like!"
"Isn't advancing blindly too risky?"
Zheng Hao smiled and shook his head, saying:
"Firstly, those soldiers from a few days ago have already retreated south, departing two to three days earlier than us!"
"They must have scoured almost all the supplies along the way!"
"If we retreat south now, coupled with the other survivors traveling with us, our numbers will be huge!"
"Supplies along the route will definitely be a major problem!"
"And I'm taking a gamble!"
"A gamble?" Qian Zhenyu asked.
"That's right, I'm betting that the zombie horde will continue to push south!"
"The horde advanced south from the north of the river, with no survivors to attract them, yet they never changed their direction of travel!"
"This is entirely their own behavior. I don't know why they are doing this!"
"But I don't think there's any reason for them to suddenly change their direction of travel!"
"Moreover, with all the survivors heading south, there will be some who are slow, inevitably attracting the attention of the zombie horde!"
"These survivors are essentially luring the zombie horde away for us!"
"We can proceed west with peace of mind!"
"No matter how many zombies there are, can they be more numerous than the horde?"
Zheng Hao patted Qian Zhenyu's shoulder and said with a smile.
"That… does make sense…"
Qian Zhenyu nodded hesitantly.
"Alright, time is precious, it's settled then!"
"Immediately issue the order, demanding that everyone must fight zombies. Those who flee, cower, or scream…"
"Will be directly executed for hoarding supplies!"
"If anyone wants to leave now, they can go anytime!"
"Three minutes to pack, we depart in five minutes!"
Zheng Hao said resolutely.
"Yes!"
Qian Zhenyu replied.
He felt that since the Zhou Zhiqiang incident, Zheng Hao had become somewhat different.
He couldn't quite articulate where the difference lay.
…
North of the river, at the bridgehead.
Zhang Chen had just repelled a wave of zombie attacks with Er Pang.
He was currently contemplating how to resist the next onslaught.
He was completely unaware that it wouldn't matter even if the zombies reached the Jiangnan district.
Because the people there had already begun to evacuate in batches.
Not a single person would engage the zombies!
The current situation was that Zhang Chen had eliminated over ten thousand zombies.
Ten Giant Tanks, nearly a hundred Crawlers, and over a dozen Venom Breeders.
More than half of the car bombs had been consumed.
The combat mechs had just been supplied with their second ammunition crate.
The left shoulder wiring was slightly scorched, his shield and mechanical left forearm had been corroded away, leaving only a half-length metal arm.
Er Pang was panting, sticking out its tongue.
Its fur was stained red with zombie blood.
However, its spirit was high, showing readiness for another battle.
Under the current circumstances, Zhang Chen could still withstand at least two more waves of zombie attacks.
The only thing that made Zhang Chen uneasy was…
The first Shrieker had been following him at a not-too-close, not-too-far distance.
It was currently standing on the rooftop of a building, covering its face, facing in his direction.
He had no idea what this guy was up to.
Was it waiting for the right moment to strike?
What made Zhang Chen most uneasy wasn't just it.
There were three more Shriekers gathered around it.
They were also covering their faces, occasionally emitting mournful cries.
From one to four…
If these guys kept increasing in number, it would be quite problematic!
Zhang Chen had tried to bombard them with electromagnetic cannons.
But there was no way, their movements were simply too fast.
They could easily dodge the bombardment, even jumping out of the killing range of the electric field.
In short… just keep a close eye on them and be careful!
Roar~ Roar…
Another wave of the zombie horde had begun!
This wave was more ferocious and much larger in number than the previous ones!
Moreover, the previous hordes had advanced through dozens of small paths, so individually they didn't seem like many.
But now, the zombies from dozens of small paths had converged on this single location, the bridgehead square.
The scale had expanded exponentially.
"Er Pang, go guard the north bridgehead, I'll handle this side!"
Zhang Chen patted Er Pang's head and said.
Roar…
The large Er Pang wagged its tail, then turned and lumbered towards the north bridgehead.
"It's time to use the final trap!"
Zhang Chen flew to the rooftop.
Using his alloy steel knife, he directly cut open the fuel tank of a tanker truck.
Over ten tons of gasoline instantly poured down from the rooftop.
Then, Zhang Chen fired a few shots into the zombie horde.
Da da da!
Roar!
Hoo hoo~
Ahhh…
Thousands of zombies were attracted by the gunshots.
They began to pile up, one on top of another, like building blocks.
Madly climbing towards the rooftop.
In the alleyways before, the zombie scale was smaller, unlike in the square where there were so many zombies.
In just a few minutes, the zombie pile had reached the height of five or six floors.
And from not far away, an endless stream of zombies continued to join the stacking game with their hoarse cries!
Zhang Chen opened the cockpit, took out a cigarette from his ring, and placed it in his mouth.
Then he lit it with a lighter.
Hiss… Huff… Cough cough…
He didn't know how to smoke at all, and he hadn't even managed to look cool.
"So be it."
Zhang Chen put the newly lit cigarette in his mouth, along with the lit lighter, and threw them both onto the ground.
Crack!
Whoosh!
The gasoline came into contact with the open flame and instantly ignited.
A faint blue flame rapidly spread outwards, searching for anything flammable.
And engulfing it completely!
In an instant, the zombie horde below turned into a sea of fire.
Countless burning hands stretched desperately upwards, and terrifying, pale faces were consumed by the flames.
It was like a scene from hell…
At this very moment, the Shrieker on the other building suddenly moved!