Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Simple Moat (Part 2)
The four of them stood in a row, stabbing, slashing, hacking, and thrusting, desperately defending the less than 2-meter moat that meant life or death for their group.
However, they soon realized that no matter how hard they fought, they couldn’t kill the zombies fast enough to keep up with the reinforcements pouring in.
This won’t do! Tang Xiaoquan immediately realized the severity of the problem.
Without a doubt, if they didn’t adjust their strategy and continued hacking blindly, they would be the first to collapse from exhaustion.
"Wang Qiang, Wu Chao, Xiaowen, we don’t have to kill these beasts, just knocking them down to slow them is enough!"
As he spoke, Tang Xiaoquan kicked a fat zombie in front of him, which fell to the ground, spilling a mess of internal organs from its open abdomen.
In such a narrow moat, the fall of one zombie often brought down the ones behind it, like dominoes, with impressive efficiency.
Seeing the pile of zombies falling like dominoes, Wang Qiang and the others looked at each other instinctively.
Indeed, Tang Xiaoquan’s tactic was brilliant; it not only saved them from exhausting themselves by constant hacking, but it also significantly improved their effectiveness in slowing the zombies down.
Without needing Tang Xiaoquan to repeat himself, Wang Qiang and the others, having witnessed the effect of the new strategy firsthand, immediately abandoned their previous methods and adopted Tang’s approach.
The sound of impacts echoed continuously as the waves of zombies, impeded both by the survivors and their own kind, kept toppling over, making the scene chaotic like a smokeless battlefield.
The strategy succeeded, significantly slowing the zombie’s advance, giving the survivors a rare moment to catch their breath.
However, zombies are perhaps the most relentless creatures in the world.
Once they set their minds on something, they never retreat.
They feel no fear, no pain, no sorrow!
They sense no suffering, no fatigue, no weariness!
These humanoid beings, transformed by the virus, are like flesh machines, with killing and consuming being their only purposes.
The zombies continued advancing toward the survivors, even when tripped and crushed, relentlessly pushing forward, even at the cost of breaking their own bodies.
The narrow moat was being visibly filled with the zombies’ bodies, and seeing this, Tang Xiaoquan felt his heart leap into his throat.
Once the moat was filled with zombies, it would signify the breach of their final line of defense.
And at that moment...
A look of horror floated in Tang Xiaoquan’s eyes.
As misfortune would have it, while Tang Xiaoquan was racking his brain over the tense situation, the clear sound of glass shattering suddenly plunged him into an icy pit.
Another glass door was broken by the zombies, who rushed in like a pack of unleashed wild horses, screaming as they poured through the narrow gap.
Wang Qiang could clearly see these beasts injuring themselves on the shattered glass remaining in the doorframe in their eagerness, even feeling the stinging pain as the jagged shards tore into their skin.
But the zombies? They showed no sign of pain; instead, they roared excitedly at the breaking of the glass door.
Faced with such tireless, pain-insensitive, and massive enemies, how could anyone not feel fear and dread?
It’s believed that apart from the superheroes depicted in novels and comics, no ordinary human could maintain a calm heart under such circumstances.
At least, Wang Qiang admitted he couldn’t; had he not been through many such life-and-death moments recently, he’d likely have wet himself in terror.
Gripping his Long Spear tightly, Tang Xiaoquan’s dark eyes knit together. He had imagined the scenario of zombies breaking through another door, but witnessing their rush firsthand still far exceeded his expectations.
Using the piling corpses, the survivors tenaciously held on; they abandoned the latest strategy and reverted to the most primal killing methods.
Yet the waves of zombies continued, like the relentless tide, crawling, climbing, and rolling over the corpse barrier toward the survivors.
Initially, the survivors could still take out the approaching zombies one by one with their weapons, but as time went on, the increasing number of zombies became overwhelming.
"Quick, Qiangzi, Xiaowen, pour the remaining shampoo on the ground, we..."
Even though Tang Xiaoquan was quick to think of making adjustments, he was ultimately a step too late.
Due to the constant strain, everyone’s stamina had reached its limit.
And once a person reaches such a point, their bodily functions deteriorate sharply, making easy tasks suddenly become extremely difficult.
Like Wang Qiang at this moment, who, after mechanically knocking down a near zombie, instinctively tried to withdraw his spear, but his weak body failed him.
The Long Spear didn’t come out as expected, and he...
"Thunk~" A muffled sound reached his ears, and Tang Xiaoquan choked back the remaining half of his words as he turned to see his comrade already lying on his back, as the tattered zombie carcass began to crawl forward over him.
"Brother Wang!"
"Qiangzi!"
The shouts of his comrades pulled Wang Qiang back from his daze, and he let out a stifled "ouch" as pain shot through his back.
"Roar~" The cry of its prey stirred up the beastly instincts of the zombie, which howled to the sky in excitement, as if bragging to its companions.
It then opened its large, bloody mouth, with yellowish drool sliding down its sharp fangs.
Tang Xiaoquan frantically wanted to rescue his brother, but the zombies, roused by the howls, became an insurmountable chasm between them.
Not only that, but even Wu Chao and Wen Quanxin were simultaneously held up by the swarming zombies.
Death was imminent, or rather, all it took was one bite to change Wang Qiang’s fate forever.
Instinctively wanting to impale the zombie’s head with his Long Spear, but his empty hands had nothing to wield.
Wang Qiang’s heart began to pound uncontrollably...