Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Escape Plan (Part 3)
Looking out, there were at least a dozen or so terrifying zombies with distorted faces gathered at the intersection, each one growling and roaring excitedly, the lure of food had undoubtedly pushed their primal desires to the limit.
What to do? Tang Xiaoquan fell into deep thought, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Without a doubt, defending in such a small space was barely manageable, but trying to move forward through attack was clearly not going to be easy.
"Damn it!" Just as Tang Xiaoquan was grappling with this dilemma, Du Jian in the front row suddenly shouted, a plum blossom club materialized in his left hand: "Xiao Wang, give me your fruit knife!"
"Huh?"
Before Wang Qiang could react, his fruit knife was already snatched by the man, his wrist dropped down, and when he looked again, the Iron Axe was in his palm.
"Brother Du, you~"
Intending to ask what the man wanted to do, but before he could finish, the man had already charged out.
"You fucking bastards! All of you go to hell!"
With an unstoppable momentum, Du Jian charged into the horde of zombies.
Undoubtedly, his heroic act immediately stirred a thousand waves, and all the zombies in the corridor went into a frenzy.
Especially the two at the forefront, they saw the delicious treat getting closer, their rotten hands waving more frequently, seemingly wanting to embrace Du Jian tightly.
Too bad Du Jian was not in the mood for that...
With a "crack, splat," two skull-crushing sounds, one knife, one thrust directly into the zombies’ brains.
In a flash, two zombies were dead, yet Du Jian showed no sign of stopping, he kicked away another approaching one and used the momentum to pull the knife out and charged forward again.
Wang Qiang stood there dumbfounded, clearly shocked by Du Jian’s fearless fighting spirit, temporarily forgetting what he should do.
But Tang Xiaoquan behind him had a complicated look in his eyes, vaguely sensing something amiss, because the man’s reckless moves seemed not to be for escape, but... he wanted to die!
Tang Xiaoquan made a decisive decision realizing something strange, although he was not certain if his gut feeling was correct, one thing was sure, he couldn’t let the man be killed by zombies, not before they all broke through the zombie horde.
"Let’s go, Qiang, quickly go help Brother Du!"
The words whooshed past his ears, and as Wang Qiang snapped back from shock, Tang Xiaoquan had already dashed to join the battle.
Du Jian swung his knife around flying like a Demon God, though it had only been a few minutes, there were already four or five zombies lying at his feet.
Indeed, he paid a corresponding price, as could be seen from his down jacket trailing floating duck feathers.
"Brother Du, we’re here to help!" Knocking down a sneaky bald zombie, Tang Xiaoquan stood to Du Jian’s side.
Now, the two formed a wedge position, not only could they cover each other for safety, but more importantly, their team’s advance speed greatly increased.
Yet Du Jian seemed oblivious to Tang Xiaoquan’s arrival, resembling a raging wild bull, continuously charging into the zombie horde, ignoring the claws grabbing around him.
Perhaps it was exactly this fearless and desperate fighting style that, although put him repeatedly in danger, always saw him come out unscathed.
It wasn’t just Wang Qiang who was stunned, Tang Xiaoquan was also utterly shocked!
He didn’t have the guts to follow the man’s steps into the zombie horde, so he could only keep up from behind clearing the remnants.
Thanks to the man’s fearless acts, after dispatching the last zombie, they finally broke out of the corridor.
The scorching sun was overhead, and the moment they stepped out of the corridor, the glaring sunlight made everyone squint instinctively.
"Shit!" Someone muttered, and as the curse fell, a relentless wave of terrifying howls erupted.
In their sight, dozens of scattered zombies were gathering at both ends of the street, and the survivors’ appearance undoubtedly rang the dinner bell for these wandering beasts.
What to do? The van was parked less than a hundred meters to the right, do they charge or retreat? Tang Xiaoquan hesitated.
Charge? They’d have to face a large horde in such a narrow passage, but could they reach the van safely with just the four of them and their poor weapons?
Tang Xiaoquan had no confidence in this.
Then retreat back the way they came?
The answer was still bleak, not to mention whether they could retreat successfully, even if they did, there were only two possible outcomes waiting for them.
Either be torn apart and eaten by zombies breaking in, or die of starvation with no food supplies.
Comparatively, breaking out seemed like the only chance for a sliver of hope.
He lifted his eyes again to scan the gathering zombie horde, Tang Xiaoquan let out a long sigh, just about to call out for action, when unexpectedly, Du Jian turned around with a somber tone: "Listen, I’ll go distract those zombies, then you all take the chance to escape, understand?"
Aghast, shocked, incredulous, these were the expressions on Tang Wangyan’s and the other three’s faces.
Undoubtedly, the man’s decision was akin to suicide, even with Tang Xiaoquan’s earlier intuition, he was astounded by the actual act.
"Why? Are you insane! You go distract them? What about you?" Despite having countless disagreements with the man, Wang Qiang couldn’t just watch him go off to die.
"Uncle, you can’t go!" Ah Chen clung tightly to his uncle’s clothes, afraid to let go for fear of losing his only living relative.
Facing their passionate eyes, Du Jian sighed softly, murmuring: "Listen to me, let me go, I... have been infected!"
"What!" These seemingly calm words fell on Wang Qiang and Ah Chen’s ears like a bombshell.
Instead, Tang Xiaoquan wore an "as expected" expression, not too surprised.
"Don’t talk nonsense! Old Du, Huang Yaru got infected for a reason, but what about you? You weren’t scratched or bitten, how could you be infected! I think you’re just overthinking it!" Wang Qiang refused to believe Du Jian’s wild claim, rebutting immediately.
The man ignored the doubt, gently resting his hand on Ah Chen’s shoulder, like a loving father.
"Child, uncle can’t stay with you anymore, you’ll have to walk the road ahead on your own, be strong, you need to grow up."
With that, Du Jian brushed off Ah Chen’s arm, forcefully guiding everyone back into the corridor, then charged headlong into the zombie horde without looking back.
"Take care of Ah Chen for me!"
"Monsters, come to your grandpa Du!"
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