"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~" Arrows flew swiftly, piercing through the air with a sharp whistle.

Hu Xiaodong didn't hesitate, drawing his bow and string, shooting three arrows continuously until the team reached the end of the road before stopping.

Now it was time for close combat face-to-face, drawing out the cleaver from his back, its smooth blade reflecting the sunlight with a chilling glare.

"Hey! Faster! Hurry up!" A hurried shout came from the slightly lowered side window of the Buick GL8.

But no one paid attention to it, as the rapidly approaching zombies forced the survivors to focus all their energy and attention on the fight.

Utilizing the distance advantage of his "Long Spear," Wang Qiang easily and cleanly took down a zombie in front, while Wu Chao and Wenquan Xin on the wings also handled their respective foes.

However, the number of zombies was relentless. When you barely managed to take down one, others quickly filled in with a count of two or three, leaving you overwhelmed and eventually exhausted, giving up resistance.

It wasn't long before the survivors' pace slowed down. Moving like "strolling" on such a narrow street was undoubtedly akin to courting death.

But the survivors were a team of seven, and to ensure every member reached the target destination smoothly, they had to maintain a complete formation.

With Hu Xiaodong and Wang Qiang's individual combat prowess, breaking through to the car would be a piece of cake.

The battle continued, tension persisted, though the number of zombies showed no signs of reducing despite the survivors' struggles.

Tang Xiaoquan was very worried, sweating more and more on his cheeks.

After all, he was just a young man in his early twenties, newly entering society. Perhaps he had a few gifts beyond the ordinary in strategy and intelligence, but when it came to military tactics, he was...

Anyone could see that the formation the survivors were desperately trying to maintain would be disrupted and scattered soon!

What should he do? Tang Xiaoquan was somewhat panicked.

In reality, their team was only one street away from the Buick GL8, yet this short street became an insurmountable chasm blocking their way to "hope for life."

Zombies continued to fall, but they also continued to flow in, compressing the formation at a visible speed under the persistent assault.

Moreover, the team faced a greater danger of being split in two.

"Hu! Qiang! Don't go too far forward! Retreat a bit!" Tang Xiaoquan noticed the issue and quickly shouted a timely reminder.

But unexpectedly, just as his words fell, the Buick GL8 honked across the street and then...

Watching it leave a trail of smoke, Tang Xiaoquan was dumbfounded and speechless.

Despair, hellish despair; if previously Tang Xiaoquan felt somewhat immobilized and didn't know what to do due to the team's entrapment, now... he was utterly crushed by reality.

Not only him, the harshness of reality also invaded the hearts of the other survivors.

This was a mindset difficult to express in words - imagine, you're at the edge of a cliff, your life hanging by a thread, and suddenly the lifeline beside you is pulled away. That helplessness and despair would move anyone.

All survivors showed expressions of surprise, horror, bewilderment, and in their short lapse, zombies took advantage of this great opportunity to invade.

"Hey! Wang Qiang! Left side! Zombie! Watch out!" A sharp female voice struck like lightning in the air. As this almost screeching voice rang out, Wang Qiang momentarily froze as if shocked before regaining his senses.

In his eyes, a black shadow was raising an arm to attack from the side, in panic Wang Qiang quickly lifted a block.

"Qiang!"

"Wang brother!"

The woman's high-pitched tone also brought the remaining survivors' attention back to reality, and at that moment, they happened to witness the scene of a zombie biting an arm.

Undoubtedly, when the zombie grabbed his arm and bit down, Wang Qiang truly thought he was done for, even feeling the strong bite force and the sharp fangs hidden beneath.

However... moments later, he didn't feel the expected tearing pain in his flesh; on the contrary, there wasn't even a scratch.

Looking closely, Wang Qiang discovered the spot where the zombie bit was precisely where his arm was protected by the Big White Bear anti-bite device.

Surviving peril didn't bring much excitement to Wang Qiang; he decisively leaned forward, firmly suppressing the zombie's mouth, then raised his long spear and fiercely jabbed it in.

From bottom to top, the spearhead sank with a wrathful "roar," directly piercing through the zombie's skull.

As Wang Qiang withdrew it, an unknown viscous liquid mixed with rotten flesh dripped down from the gaping hole.

Undoubtedly, Wang Qiang was fortunate, the Big White Bear shielded his arm, saving his life.

But the crisis he just experienced sent a bad signal to everyone:

Death is imminent!

Indeed! Without the Buick GL8, the survivors were like prey caught in a pack of wolves, devoured and torn apart; it's only a matter of time.

They had to break through and find shelter; it's their only path. But losing hope led the survivors to gradually lose their fighting spirit, their formation becoming dangerously fragmented, and the area they could move in continuously shrank under the zombies' pressure.

For this, Tang Xiaoquan was at a loss, his nervous, terrified mind blank, desperately trying to suppress the despair rising from his heart, but... it was all in vain!

Undoubtedly, at this point, no matter where you go or how you do it, you must first break through the siege of zombies.

And with this goal in focus, Hu Xiaodong widened his eyes; he was never one to easily bow to fate, years of honing had already taught him to remain unshaken by honor or disgrace.

Slowly raising the steel blade in his hand, Hu Xiaodong said sternly, "Brothers, I know everyone is scared now! I am too! But please don't give up, fight with me to the end! Our lives are ours! We must fight for them with our own hands!"

"This battle! Win or die! But, without fighting, there is no victory!"

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