Chu Han had remained expressionless, showing no excess fear. He kept swinging his iron axe, cutting down the zombies lunging at him wave after wave. The axe blade flashed as every blow smashed brutally and directly into their heads. Amid bursts of wet popping, the zombies' skulls split like crushed watermelons, spraying pus and black blood.
There were many zombies. This was not a particularly large zombie horde, but the exciting part was that it had nothing to do with the one near the supermarket. It was another group, and its numbers were far smaller—only a little over five hundred.
There were five of them, with four assault rifles and ammunition that had barely been used. Chu Han felt that taking on these five hundred zombies would not be a problem. He used the terrain to block the zombies on the other side of the bridge, then used the narrow gap to deal with the tightly packed mass. Controlling one's attack range was a valuable skill, especially against zombies, because they had no brains. All they knew was how to crowd forward.
Second by second, the zombies before them gradually dwindled under the five people's rapid attacks, until the horde of more than five hundred was reduced to only a scattered few.
The pressure on Chu Han finally eased somewhat. The other four did not have stamina as formidable as his, so the task of holding the gap could only fall to him. Of course, he was more than happy to do it. As long as safety was assured, he could earn more Points.
Still, Chu Han glanced at the zombie corpses in front of the four people atop the truck bed, and his eyelid twitched. Sure enough, Bai Yun'er had killed the most of the four. This girl was