After last night's consumption, there was only half of the diesel left.
Third Uncle looked up and saw the dense crowd of zombies still surging towards them.
Third Uncle said, "Continue!"
Dapao could only pour diesel down the walls, and the flames leaped up vigorously as the yellow diesel splattered below the walls.
Everyone was tired, including Third Uncle. There were too many zombies under the walls. If they did not timely clear the accumulating zombies, it would be easy for the zombies to climb over.
Therefore, they had to clear them timely, using hand grenades, fire, bullets, knives, and every possible method.
Last night, at the most critical moment.
One of Qin's men, while resisting the zombies at the wall, slipped in the rain and was dragged by the accumulating zombies that had not been cleared in time and eventually met his demise.
One feels sorrow for others' misfortune.
Nobody knew how much longer they could hold out.
