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A fine drizzle floated in the grey sky, falling on the devastated ruins, trying in vain to clean the dark bloodstains that had long since dried on them...
A young man with a longbow on his back slowly walked out of the rain. His slightly young face was calm and composed, which was inconsistent with his age. His eyes were as bright as a sword, and he seemed to ignore the abandoned vehicles on the road. He walked straight forward, as if he wanted to see through the rain curtain and look at the unknown road ahead...
"Bang!"
A clear gunshot was heard, and the boy frowned slightly. He paused, hesitated for a moment, changed his direction, and walked towards the source of the gunshot...
He knew that there was a small survival camp there, with probably less than two hundred people living there, and the gunshot only meant one thing - the place was attacked by zombies.
He guessed correctly. At the survival point two kilometers away from the young man, a life-and-death battle was going on. And according to the current situation, the term life-and-death battle mostly belonged to the zombie camp.
"Fuck! Which idiot fired the shot? Do you want to attract more zombies? If you don't want to live, just get out and don't fucking implicate me!" A thin man cursed loudly while standing at the wall of a small camp surrounded by abandoned vehicles and construction waste.
"Are you tired of living, skinny guy? If you curse me again, I'll kill you." A fat man poked his head out of the only solar-powered truck in the camp and cursed.
The skinny monkey shrank his neck when he heard that. He was in a hurry just now and forgot that Fatty Sun was the only one with a gun in the entire camp. The other members of the expedition team who had guns had already gone out to look for food and various supplies.
"Liu Qiang! Hurry! Over there!" Fatty Sun suddenly saw a zombie climbing up the wall and shouted loudly.
"Hurry! I'll get a few more people! This place is about to be broken through!" A middle-aged man in his forties responded and shouted loudly while piercing the head of the zombie that had just climbed up the wall with the spear in his hand.
"I can't hold on any longer here! Why hasn't the expedition team returned yet?"
"They just went out yesterday, they may not be back today, we are done."
"Then what should we do? Let's run! We can't stop so many zombies."
"Why are you running? You're surrounded, where are you going to run? Let's die together! Death will free us!"
"…"
The whole camp was in chaos.
"Look! There's a person over there!" The skinny monkey suddenly pointed outside the camp and shouted. Then he seemed to remember something and waved his hands and shouted, "Help! We have a lot of supplies here. If you save us, we will definitely repay you!"
"Yes! Save me, I will promise you anything if you save me." A pretty woman shouted.
"If you save me, I will give you all my food." shouted a ragged, skinny man.
"Save me! My father is XX! When the time comes..."
"…"
When the other people in the camp heard Skinny Monkey's shouting, they couldn't help but join in the shouting, making many promises that they might or might not be able to do, as if the person in front of them could easily eliminate the more than 200 zombies that besieged them.
A lonely figure stood outside the camp. It was the young boy. He looked up at the group of zombies outside the camp, then looked back at his quiver, as if calculating the possibility of destroying these zombies. But soon he shook his head and sighed. It was obvious that the twenty-five arrows in his quiver were far from the zombie group of more than two hundred in front of him.
Just as the boy shook his head and sighed, he suddenly felt the pain on his left foot begin again. He pulled up his trouser leg and looked down. There was a blackened wound on his ankle. It was a bite mark. He then smiled bitterly and looked up at the zombie in front of him again, muttering:
"There shouldn't be any difference between biting once and biting several times, right? Forget it! I'll fight these ugly guys one last time. Maybe we'll be in the same group in the future. Today - may be my, Ouyang Feng's, last battle."
The young man Ouyang Feng reached out and took off the longbow behind him, then pulled out three arrows and put them on the bow. In a flash, the three arrows flew off the bow and hit the heads of five zombies - yes, five, because two arrows hit two zombies at the same time.
As Ouyang Feng's hands kept waving, arrows flew out like locusts. In an instant, more than twenty arrows were shot into the air. He hung up the longbow, bent down, picked up a glass bottle on the ground, threw it in the air, and then smashed it with his fist.
As Ouyang Feng's hands kept waving, arrows flew out like locusts. In an instant, more than twenty arrows were shot into the air. He hung up the longbow, bent down, picked up a glass bottle on the ground, threw it in the air, and then smashed it with his fist.
The entire camp fell silent at that moment. Liu Qiang, holding a spear, stared at the two zombies whose heads were nailed together by an arrow. He then turned around to look at the more than 40 zombies lying around the camp and muttered, "Could it be...he is the madman?"
A person's information came to his mind: "Madman"'s real name is Ouyang Feng, a main member of the Green Island Survival Base Expedition Team, good at bows and arrows...
"Snap!" The crisp sound of glass breaking woke Liu Qiang up. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that Ouyang Feng was retracting his fist. He pulled out a peculiarly shaped dagger from his waist and leaped forward. A zombie on his right side fell backwards with a bloody hole on its head.
Only then did Liu Qiang realize that Ouyang Feng's rapid shooting just now had reduced the number of zombies besieging the camp by nearly one-fifth, and all of those killed were the zombies closest to the camp.
Now there are only a dozen or so scattered zombies still moving towards the camp, while the others were attracted by the crisp sound of Ouyang Feng breaking the glass bottle.
"Quickly get rid of these zombies, and then we will surround them from behind and kill those zombies!" Liu Qiang whispered in a low voice.
The two people beside him looked at each other but did nothing.
"Didn't you hear me? I said hurry up..." Liu Qiang was a little anxious. When he was about to repeat himself, he felt something pressing against the back of his head.
"Liu Qiang! Just stay still. I knew you would give me stupid advice. Go through the back? Do you want to call back the zombies to kill us all?"
Fatty Sun pointed the gun at the back of Liu Qiang's head, glanced at the boy who had already started fighting the zombies and whispered, then looked at the dozen zombies that were about to break through the camp wall, his eyes turned and said,
"Skinny monkey! Take a few people with you to watch these zombies and don't let them in. Also, tell the people in the camp not to make any noise if they want to stay alive."
The skinny monkey nodded slightly and took a few people with him...
After hearing what Fatty Sun said, Liu Qiang had an idea and immediately picked up the spear and stood up straight.
"What are you going to do?" Fatty Sun was nervous.
"Hmph! If you don't go, I'll go by myself!" Liu Qiang snorted coldly.
"You dare!" Fatty Sun pushed the gun in his hand forward.
"Haha! I don't know if I can attract zombies, but I know that as long as you shoot, you will definitely attract all the zombies. Shoot if you have the guts." Liu Qiang looked back at Fatty Sun with contempt, then jumped off the wall and ran towards the group of zombies that were besieging the boy without hesitation...
"Brother Qiang!" A young man in his twenties watched Liu Qiang leave and couldn't help but feel anxious and shouted out.
"Shut up! If you want to go, just jump down. Don't stand here and shout." Fatty Sun said ferociously.
The young man stared blankly at Liu Qiang who was running, his hands clenched into fists, his whole body trembling. But in the end, he finally loosened his fists, sat down on the ground like a deflated ball, and cried silently.
At this time, the zombie swarm besieging Ouyang Feng had been reduced by almost half, but Ouyang Feng's movements remained agile, moving quickly among the zombie swarm. The dagger flew up and down in his hand, and the zombies were constantly being harvested by him like wheat.
"Ah! I can't hold on any longer. Just as I expected, no one comes out to help me? If I die here, my plan will be ruined. There are too many zombies. I won't be enough for them." Ouyang Feng thought helplessly in his heart and swung the dagger again to knock down two zombies.
Liu Qiang finally arrived. Looking at the less than one hundred zombies in front of him, he was secretly shocked. More than two hundred zombies were actually killed by half by this young man with a bow and arrow and a dagger alone. However, the current situation of this young man is definitely not optimistic.
Although it seemed that he was moving back and forth among the zombies and these zombies did not pose a threat to him, as long as he was delayed by any of them for even half a second, the zombies that followed would directly overwhelm him. At that time, he would not even have the room to struggle and would be torn to pieces.
Liu Qiang took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "Kill!" The spear in his hand pierced the head of a zombie in front of him whose back was facing him. Then Liu Qiang kept shouting while running to the right rear of the boy.
As Liu Qiang ran and shouted, more and more zombies were attracted to him. The pressure on Ouyang Feng's side was suddenly reduced. However, Ouyang Feng looked at Liu Qiang who was circling around him and the long line of zombies chasing after him, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face. Then, he swung the dagger in his hand even faster.
Liu Qiang felt that his steps were getting heavier and heavier. He was not an enhanced person, just an ordinary person with a little stronger physical strength. The previous battle had consumed too much of his physical strength. He was just trying to hold on now, because he knew that if he stopped, he would become food for the zombies behind him.
"Is that almost enough? No! I can still hold on for a while. How much time has passed? Has that madman killed all the zombies surrounding him? Can he run away?" Liu Qiang thought so while gasping for breath. He didn't know when he stopped shouting because he really had no strength left.
"Plop!" Liu Qiang stepped on something and his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. He used all his strength to turn himself over, and then he saw a zombie rushing towards him. The ferocious face became bigger and bigger in his eyes, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness...