Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 789 - 596: Zombies Slaughter the City, The Snow Stops (7/7, Three in One, Asking for Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 789: Chapter 596: Zombies Slaughter the City, The Snow Stops (7/7, Three in One, Asking for Monthly Tickets)_3

Yang Tianlong hesitated for a few seconds and then said: "You go eat first. After you finish, take my place."

Shang Xue’er didn’t want to argue with him, so she went straight into the duty room to eat.

Yang Tianlong looked at the zombies beginning to pile up again, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He picked up a light machine gun and opened fire at the distant zombies.

As long as the zombies in the distance were dealt with, the ones that reached the wall were too few to count and could be perfectly handled with a mobile switch blade.

They had been killing for four whole days.

...

Juzi Island.

The number of people had become even fewer.

From the original three hundred people, it had sharply decreased to two hundred and fifty before.

These days, under the massive siege of zombies, it had further decreased by over one hundred.

Now on the entire Juzi Island, there were less than one hundred people left.

At the end of their tether.

Whether it was Hai Chao, Baozi, or Jiu Zhi, everyone’s strength had reached a limit.

They couldn’t even lift spears anymore, only managing to use firearms, and there weren’t many bullets left for those either.

They could only use spears again.

The action of stabbing at the zombies became slower and slower.

But every time, just when they seemed to have hit their limits, they didn’t fall. They were still stubbornly holding on.

Because they knew that without resistance, all that awaited them was death.

It’s just that in this siege of countless zombies, they didn’t know how much longer they could hold on.

It was impossible to count these zombies.

But there had to be at least five hundred thousand.

Maybe even a million.

Who knew?

Their minds became blurry, to the point that they couldn’t even see the zombies clearly.

Hai Chao was holding a spear listlessly, stabbing at a zombie that had just emerged at the top of the wall.

This was his fifth spear.

The previous ones had all become blunt.

Beside him on the same wall was Baozi.

Baozi was so named because he used to be rather plump.

But now, Baozi had turned into a dry and gaunt figure.

They were not short of food, but the excessive exertion during this period had greatly depleted his body.

Hai Chao, with a hoarse voice, said weakly, "Baozi, these damn zombies, cough cough, how come they never end?"

Dark circles hung under Baozi’s eyes.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, making him look like he hadn’t slept in a year.

In fact, Baozi indeed hadn’t had a good sleep for more than a week.

To be exact, he had never had a full night’s sleep.

It was always just a few scattered minutes, ten minutes of rest.

And it was not only him. Most of the people inside the wall were in the same situation as him.

Many of those who died did not get bitten to death by zombies.

They died because they were too exhausted. When stabbing at zombies, they lost their balance and fell off the wall.

Hai Chao heard Baozi’s words, stabbed with the spear again, and seemed to use all his strength to pull it out.

The zombies were still vigorously lively, and Hai Chao said helplessly, "How, how, how the hell would I know? I just feel like I’ve never been so tired before. Cough cough cough."

Hai Chao had caught a bit of a cold. It had been snowing continuously, and after staying in sub-zero temperatures for so long, anyone not catching a cold would have an extremely robust constitution.

Moreover, although they had food, it was mostly plain staples. The long-term lack of intake of vitamins and protein had made his constitution increasingly weaker.

Baozi shook his head and didn’t speak.

But his eyelids kept drooping low with drowsiness.

However, his actions did not stop. Out of muscular inertia, even this drowsy, he still habitually held his weapon to fend off zombies.

Suddenly.

Bang—

A gunshot sounded.

The gunshot seemed to explode in Baozi’s ears, startling him awake in an instant.

Looking up, he saw a zombie climbing over the wall, less than a meter from him.

This zombie had a hole the size of a grain of rice between its brows.

Buzz—

In the midst of ringing ears.

But after Baozi opened his eyes, startled awake by the loud noise, he became much more alert.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he naturally knew what had happened.

Turning slightly to the right, he saw Hai Chao put away the handgun and continue stabbing at the zombies in front of him with a spear.

"Thanks!" Baozi picked up the spear that had unknowingly fallen from his hands due to extreme drowsiness, while expressing his gratitude to Hai Chao.

If it wasn’t for Hai Chao’s gunshot just now, he probably would have been dead.

Hai Chao didn’t answer him and kept on blocking zombies with the spear.

This repetitive action reminded him of working on an assembly line in a factory.

But in an assembly line job at the factory, there could be a high tolerance for mistakes.

Even if you accidentally made a mistake, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

You could even take a leave and rest.

But now it was different. The same stabbing action.

If it wasn’t accurate enough or too slow, the price might be one’s life.

This was a fight of life and death.

No negligence was allowed.

Baozi noticed that Hai Chao did not respond to him, and he mentally acknowledged Hai Chao’s kindness.

"Hai Chao is actually a good person," Baozi murmured in the snowstorm.

On Juzi Island, people continued to die.

In this apocalyptic world, people often had strong spirits.

Those who weren’t strong had died long ago in this past year and more.

Living daily with danger had made them accustomed to risky situations and able to maintain normal resistance to zombies.

They were now fighting zombies with sheer will.

In this regard, it was unfair.

The zombies knew no exhaustion.

They would only feel languid under the scorching sun, but in the dark acid rain, they did not tire at all, seemingly like perpetual motion machines continuously striking.