Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 387 - 385: Shuren Architecture College (Part 5)

Soldiers are like this, they do what comes to mind without hesitation.

Even though Xu Renjie knows that this mission is likely fraught with danger, he can’t just let go of Old Zhao and the others. Frankly speaking, even without his uniform, his personal disposition wouldn’t allow it.

After brief preparation, Xu Renjie gathers the few he had just called out and returns to the city management vehicle, then heads toward Shuren Architecture College.

"I wonder how Old Zhao and the others are doing now! I insisted on coming with them, and look at us now... Sigh~ Those two newcomers alone are clearly not enough!" Wang Qiang vents his frustration with a punch to his thigh, revealing his agitation.

As for Wang Qiang’s turmoil, medical officer Zhang Zhicai fully understands. He immediately tries to comfort him: "Little Wang, don’t worry too much. I believe with Old Zhao’s experience and Wang Zhongyu’s driving skills, even if they encounter danger, escaping won’t be a problem. What we need to do now is to remain calm, find them quickly, and rescue them alive!"

Perhaps Zhang Zhicai’s words have worked, or perhaps Wang Qiang realizes that such anxiety only adds to his troubles.

In any case, after listening to Zhang Zhicai, Wang Qiang, who was previously restless, suddenly calms down. His big eyes scan the surrounding streets, hoping to find any clues about Old Zhao and his group.

So, what are Old Zhao and the others doing at this moment?

Resting against the backs of the chairs, four men sit dumbly. They’ve been sitting like this for over seven hours. Though there haven’t been zombie attacks, the intermittent low growls and the closed environment still make them uncomfortable.

"I say, Old Zhao! So much time has passed already? Why haven’t Little Tang and his group come to rescue us yet?" Yue Guishan speaks weakly, clearly skeptical of Old Zhao’s earlier talk of "rescue."

Old Zhao simply repeats his unwavering belief: "Don’t worry! I said they would come, and they definitely will!"

Indeed! Old Zhao was right! Tang Xiaoquan and his group are proving his faith, racing toward Shuren Architecture College.

However, a minor accident on the road creates some obstacles for their journey. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

In their sight, a black SUV has toppled over. The front bumper is completely smashed, and even the roadside barrier has two poles uprooted, indicating how terrifyingly fast the vehicle was before the crash.

Looking at the accident scene, now fully surrounded by zombies, Tang Xiaoquan’s sword-like brows furrow tightly.

"Old Zhao! Old Zhao!" Wang Qiang shouts uncontrollably at the sky, his piercing voice like a wounded lone wolf splitting the skies.

Zhang Zhicai sees him grabbing a knife, trying to jump from the vehicle, and quickly calls on nearby comrades to restrain him, preventing disaster from occurring.

"Let me go! Damn it, let me go!" Wang Qiang struggles with his bound hands, eyes red with rage.

"Calm down Wang Qiang! Calm down!"

"Damn it, how can I calm down! They’re not your brothers! Hurry up and..."

Wang Qiang only gets halfway through his sentence before his vision darkens. A gust of wind howls in, followed by a "bang!"

A crisp sound like a shattering glass cup echoes violently against the falling rain.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, with Lei Tong standing like a statue in front of Wang Qiang.

"Little Wang! I understand your concern for your companions, but please do not let your reckless impulses cause trouble for the whole team! Also, remember, since we’re in the same boat, everyone, be it you, Old Zhao, or anyone else, are brothers of the Sharp Blade Company. Even if we die, we will never abandon any companion!!"

Lei Tong’s resolute words, full of strength, immediately extinguish half of Wang Qiang’s fiery anger.

Seeing the situation reach a stalemate, Zhang Zhicai quickly acts as the mediator, patting Wang Qiang’s shoulder and softly saying: "Qiangzi, it’s not that we don’t want you to get out of the vehicle! Just look at the situation over there. Even if you go, what difference would it make? Should you carelessly get surrounded by zombies, how would the team manage to think of ways to rescue others then?"

Wang Qiang becomes entirely silent now. Naturally, he doesn’t want his actions to delay the rescue effort for Old Zhao and the others.

Unlike the commotion at the back of the vehicle, the atmosphere in the driver’s compartment is somber.

Undoubtedly, the flipped vehicle ahead is the Jeep Wrangler used by Zhao Yunhai’s team earlier today.

Judging by the severity of the crash, it seems the speed was too fast and the road too slippery, causing the vehicle to lose control, hit the barrier, and flip.

The question remains, what fearsome circumstances could make a professional racer like Wang Zhongyu tense enough to commit such a blunder?

As for this question, Tang Xiaoquan remains clueless.

"What’s your take, Little Tang?" Xu Renjie issues his first words behind the wheel while maintaining his gaze ahead.

"Well..." Tang Xiaoquan hesitates for a moment. Frankly, he doesn’t have any constructive opinions. But he does have a few questions: "Xu Company Commander, how do you perceive Little Wang’s driving skills?"

"Solid technique, very adept!" Xu Renjie responds succinctly with eight words.

"Hmm, do you think based on his skills he’d make such a basic error?"

"It’s difficult to say! But even if he faces trouble, I believe his abilities wouldn’t lead to wrecking the car like this!"

Nodding in agreement, it’s clear Xu Renjie’s judgment aligns with his own: "Then, looking at the surrounding pavement, do you see any broken bones or similar items?"

"No!" Xu Renjie answers quickly, as from the moment the accident was spotted, his focus has been entirely on searching for survivors.

"So, in that case, Xu Company Commander, I personally believe Old Zhao and the others might still be alive. I suggest we take the route we planned for them earlier, retrace it, and see if we can find more clues!"

Undoubtedly, doing this carries great risk, for ahead lies a wall of nearly a hundred zombies.

And if they wish to retrace Old Zhao’s "fateful path," the rescue team must charge forward.

To this proposal, Xu Renjie doesn’t respond. He simply fastens the safety belt for the young person next to him, then focuses his gaze and presses the gas pedal down firmly... (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)