Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Simple Moat (Part 1)
"A Cheng! Go inside to help. Whatever Brother Hu needs, give it to him immediately. Make sure to get the iron railing down as soon as possible!"
"Wu Chao, Xiao Wen, move these two barber tables to the doorway and set them up. Remember to leave a gap so we can get in later!"
"Qiang, you and I will block this glass door. Let’s try to set up obstacles in this area to delay the zombies’ advance!"
"Alright, everyone, let’s move quickly!"
Shouting at the top of his lungs, Tang Xiaoquan didn’t need to worry about the zombies’ reaction at this point.
To use the most popular saying on the internet today: Whether you shout or not, the zombies are right there, not moving.
With Tang Xiaoquan’s instructions, the panicked and bewildered crowd immediately steadied their nerves, obeying orders as they busied themselves for the safety of the team and their own lives.
Two barber tables, four adjustable chairs, this was all Tang Wang had to block the door.
The problem was, the glass sliding door they needed to block was at least 2 meters wide, so relying on these materials alone to completely block the door was clearly unrealistic.
Thus, Tang Xiaoquan had to change his strategy, turning his original blocking plan into obstacle creation.
According to his plan:
The two barber tables would be laid flat on the ground with intervals between them, forming obstacle one.
Then the four adjustable chairs would be lined up and crossed two by two, forming obstacle two.
If everything went smoothly, then when the zombies broke through the glass door, they would be tripped up by the two obstacles in sequence.
This way, not only would it buy us enough buffer time, but also make it easier for us to kill the zombies.
Additionally, the dead zombies would become natural blockades, posing further challenges for those following behind them.
A plan that kills three birds with one stone, truly a brilliant tactic; under normal circumstances, Tang Xiaoquan would take pride in it.
But at the moment... he couldn’t feel any sense of achievement.
On the contrary, he was deeply worried about whether his plan could resist the attack of the bloodthirsty zombies just beyond the glass.
"Xiao Tang, should we throw these on the ground too?" Having just completed his task, Wen Quanxin, along with Wu Chao, came over carrying a stack of bottles and cans.
Tang Xiaoquan instinctively looked back, seeing most of the labels on the bottles mentioned conditioner, shampoo, and the like. He pondered for a few seconds, then glanced at the tile floor beneath him, and a plan quickly came to mind.
Indifferently grabbing a bottle of lotion, Tang Xiaoquan swiftly twisted the cap open, pouring the contents out without hesitation.
The milky liquid poured out of the bottle, splattered everywhere, and quickly accumulated into a gel-like puddle.
Tang Xiaoquan stomped heavily in the puddle, sliding forward with the slick surface causing his foot to slip uncontrollably, nearly toppling him.
Seeing this scene, Wen and Wu immediately understood and began mimicking Tang Xiaoquan’s pouring strategy.
Hu Xiaodong was breathing heavily, wrestling with the wrench in his hand, his robust arm strained, sweat streaming down his cheeks like creek water.
Due to the damp environment, the oxidized and rusted nuts were even harder to remove than Hu Xiaodong had imagined, but his strong upper limb strength helped, along with the tool’s assistance, else others might not even have managed to budge it.
The smell of various hair care products permeated the main hall, and due to the inclusion of plant extracts and other additives, the mixed odor was truly pungent.
"Alright everyone, that’s enough, let’s save some for later!" Considering the movement of their personnel, Tang Xiaoquan called Wu Chao and the others to stop pouring.
After all, the main goal here was to slow the zombies’ movement. If it ended up hindering their own, it wouldn’t be worth it.
Over 50 bottles of liquid had been poured between the two obstacles in front of the glass door, with Tang Xiaoquan intending to use this area as their "moat".
Although he knew this "river" couldn’t hold the zombies for long...
He hoped Hu Xiaodong could dismantle the vent before the zombies broke through.
Heart praying silently, Tang Xiaoquan picked up a few scattered hair shears from the floor and distributed them to his companions: "Everyone, keep these on you; if necessary, you can stab them into the zombies’ heads!"
"Bang~" A loud noise startled the survivors busy with preparations, and their hearts tightened involuntarily, simultaneously turning their heads, faces showing unmistakable horror.
In their eyes, the closest row of zombies, pressured by those behind them, struggled to move, resorting to using their heads to bang against the glass out of sheer desperation.
The glass in this salon was not made of toughened glass; though several centimeters thick...
Watching the glass sliding door vibrate violently from the impact, Tang Xiaoquan instinctively tightened his grip on the long spear in his hand, shouting loudly: "Brother Hu, you’d better hurry over there, the zombies are about to break down the door!"
The urgent and somewhat frightening voice reached Hu Xiaodong’s ears, causing his hand to tremble instinctively. In that moment, a sudden loud crash resonated through the oppressive air.
Wang Qiang could clearly feel a surge of scorching heat rushing in, followed by excited roars and the crunching sound of shattered glass.
"Klang!" The lead zombie unexpectedly stumbled over the barber table, crashing to the ground. This unlucky creature hadn’t even lifted its head before being engulfed by the wave of zombies pouring in.
"Grab your weapons!" Wang Qiang’s fierce brow furrowed as he raised his long spear.
Tang Xiaoquan stepped in front of him, saying, "Qiang, wait a bit longer, let them come closer!"
As he finished speaking, a series of falling sounds echoed, with the "moat" the survivors had created demonstrating its intended effect.
Due to the virus’s impact, the mutated zombies lost their human balance, moving erratically, dragging their feet, making it easy for them to slip on the lubricant-laden ground.
These fallen zombies were Tang Xiaoquan’s target.
"Attack!" He thrust the spear with force into the skull of the zombie lying prone like a dog, swiftly ending its life.
With his spear drop, the battle between human and undead began...