At the same time, in the early morning of that night, America Atlanta Region, south of Newnan, and east of Greenville city.
A small town with no more than a thousand residents in the history of the county, Wuboli Town.
All zombies have been cleared away, and a medium-sized survivor colony with more than 650 living people has been living there.
In the building that represents the county government, there is a dimly lit room on the second floor.
The man known as the general was sitting in front of his desk with cautious eyes, his hands clasped together, his elbows supporting the table, and his chin in silence.
Opposite him, on the revolving sofa that was still spinning.
A man with a gloomy face, and actually wearing a pair of sunglasses in the room in the middle of the night, used his only remaining arm to take out a cigarette and put it into his mouth.
Find a lighter and light the smoke.
Accompanied by the rising smoke, the man sighed and said to the general at the desk with a wry smile.
"Well, General, have you come up with an idea?"
"How on earth should we welcome the person who we love and hate at the same time?"
After the words fell, the man in sunglasses took a deep breath of smoke, then put on a very happy expression and spit out the smoke.
But even if he allowed the smoke he exhaled to stay by his side for a long time, his question did not get the general's answer.
The general did not answer, but remained silent as always.
Until the man in sunglasses finished smoking, the suffocating silence still remained between the two of them.
So, after throwing away the cigarette butt, the man in sunglasses raised his remaining right hand, knocked on the desk, and continued to ask in a helpless tone.
"Stop pretending to be serious at this time, General, you know we will always have to face him. Who would have thought that that passer-by who briefly appeared in our lives, that traveler who was secretly laughed at by us as a madman behind our backs, could actually find his wife."
"The most important thing is that his existence really made contact with that person, and even directly affected that person's actions, allowing him to cross a long distance and really appear near us!"
"This is a big trouble, General, so big that if we are not careful, we will lose everything we have, our camp, our people, our lives, all our past efforts, and all our future plans and decisions!"
When he said this, the man in sunglasses raised his right hand and looked at his wrist. The watch on it allowed him to clearly see the time at this moment.
So he turned his wrist, brought the dial to the general, and continued to remind him.
"Don't stand still, my teacher, my most loyal partner, we don't have time."
"It's already half past twelve. If the plan doesn't change, we have to get to the place we agreed with that person early tomorrow!"
"He's here, you know, he's really here, with risks and pressures that we can't bear, from his kingdom, from his Dallas, from his Texas, all the way to our George-ia State!"
"Even if you are unwilling to open your mouth all night and give me some good advice, we must greet them on time tomorrow!"
"So, how do we welcome them, how many people do we bring, what time do we leave, and what time do we arrive?"
"The most important thing is, what attitude should we use to welcome them?"
"Just like what we advertised, give all the initiative to them and risk losing everything to bear the hidden dangers we planted in the past?"
"Or simply bring enough manpower, try to ambush them, try to solve everything neatly, and then pretend that nothing happened, and finally wait for the final reckoning from the Alliance and New York Council?"
Having said this, the man in sunglasses knocked on the table hard.
"Hurry up, my teacher, procrastination will not make us see him later. I have to go to bed early to prepare for tomorrow's life!"
"I don't want nothing to happen elsewhere, but tomorrow we will all be buried on the road in the wasteland due to fatigue driving!"
"It's twelve thirty-six now. I'll only wait for you until twelve forty. It won't be possible for one more minute. I must rest, rest!"
"OK!"
Suddenly, the general sitting in front of his desk raised his head, his eyes looking extremely deep under the dim light.
I saw him gently opening his dry lips and speaking.
"Don't worry, I know what to do. You don't need to wait until twelve forty, I will give you the answer now."
"Give it to you now!"
On the other hand, Alliance field service Expeditionary Force was stationed near the motel outpost last night.
Bang!
A gunshot pierced the long night!
Gavin jumped up from his room, vigilantly grabbed the pistol on the bedside, then quickly walked to the window with the gun, opened some curtains and took a look outside.
Bang bang bang!
At the same time, three consecutive gunshots rang out from the southeast. Gavin looked through the window in the direction of the gunshots and firelight.
The gunfire was only about 120 meters away from him, allowing him to see the location of the shooter through the early morning gray fog where the sun had not yet risen but he had enough vision.
The shooter was from the eastern guard post of the outpost. The gunfire rang out from a machine gun pickup truck, and the gun was the machine gun on the machine gun pickup truck!
But the vision was severely limited in the early morning, and Gavin couldn't see clearly what the sentry's target was!
Fortunately, before Gavin picked up the walkie-talkie, the sentry's voice came from the walkie-talkie at his bedside.
"The outer vehicle sentry requires internal support. To the northeast of us, there are no more than eighty zombies, with clear targets heading towards us."
"I'm pretty sure that before they approached us, Stalkers had already found clues about us in advance and shared their movement trajectory with their main body group."
"My partner and I may be able to take down those zombies, but "some backup is always safer."
"Besides, after the gunshots sound, each of you will be woken up, so you might as well help us with some work after you wake up."
After the voice on the walkie-talkie fell, the gunshots outside the window continued to ring rhythmically.
A gunshot rang out every two seconds, very evenly.
Hearing this, Gavin relaxed, then returned to the bed and picked up the walkie-talkie.
At the same time, the slightly hazy voice of William continued to come from the intercom.
"I am William. I understand. I will immediately lead reinforcements. Pay attention to safety."
"Don't worry, boss William, I have already killed Stalkers who bore the brunt, and the main body of the zombie group is still more than 600 meters away from us. I plan to brutally shoot at them when they get close to about 350 meters."
"I have plenty of ammunition and the maintenance of my firearms is perfect. I love my machine gun beauty, and my beauty will never jam for me."
"You just need to take your brothers to help me carry the corpse later. In addition, I hope that my beauty and wonderful vagina will
The sound did not wake up my most beloved boss Gavin."
As the sentry spoke, he stared at the group of zombies whose visual distance was approximately more than 720 meters, aiming and shooting one after another.
At this distance, the machine gun can cause effective damage to us.
However, the spread of bullets was not conducive to him annihilating small groups of zombies most efficiently. He had to wait for the zombies to get closer.
As for his boss Gavin who was worried about being woken up by him on the intercom.
Just listen to Gavin pick up the walkie-talkie and say with a smile.
"I'm Gavin, my good friend, why would your boss mind a nice morning exercise?"
"Pick up the gun in your hand and shoot something that makes us feel sick. Isn't this kind of exercise much more enjoyable than yoga or something like that?"
"Of course, it would be even better if there are a few zombies among those zombies that can show us sexy traces, because lust and blood go so well together, assholes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin quickly put on his clothes.
Although the temperature in this season was very low, Gavin still only put on a pair of jeans and a light linen shirt. He quickly put on a body armor over the shirt, put on a cowboy hat and strode out of the room.
While he was getting dressed, the intercom, where only a few people were talking just now, was already emitting a roaring noise.
"Aha, boss, you're fucking awake already. How pitiful you are. I'm afraid you'll have to catch up on your sleep in the car today~"
"Wuhu, the boss is awake, let me join in. Who says a cook can't shoot? I also have a dream!"
"Ha, the boss was woken up, but that's normal. After all, even I was woken up, and I am the King of Jue!"
"I'm dressed, haha, there are only more than 80 zombies, that's not enough!"
"Do you want melee combat, boss? This number of zombies is suitable for us to practice marksmanship. You know I'm talking about our handsome melee weapon spear made of rebar, right~"
"Don't be fucking kidding me. I'm too lazy to answer stupid questions like yours. At this time, our equipment is not fully dressed. It's better to concentrate on solving it with guns early, and then hurry up and catch up on some sleep!"
"Yes, let's do it quickly, boss. It's only four-twenty now. After we deal with the zombies, we can still sleep for a few hours."
"Yes, I think so too~"
"Boss, what are we going to do? Are we going to do a silent operation? I'm already in place!"
"Don't ask, the fucking zombies are already in place, I have to shoot, otherwise I will waste my shooting range!"
Chug tug tug tug!
Before the guys' chatting ended, the zombies had already rushed to a place about 380 meters away from the machine gun pickup truck.
At the same time as the machine gun pickup rang out gunfire, various windows of the motel, as well as a large area of tents surrounding the motel, were on the open space passage specially vacated for tactical transfer.
There were also gunmen holding their own rifles, and a lone machine gun a hundred meters away, forming a fire net against the zombies.
At the same time, more people, like Gavin, had taken the time to put on simple clothes, quickly rushed out of their rest areas, and fearlessly headed toward the front line to support them.
Uh.
Okay.
They may not be fearless, because someone shouted on the intercom while supporting the charge.
"I'm approaching a machine gun pickup truck, guys, don't let me get hurt!"
"Me too, there shouldn't be any rookies among us, don't accidentally blow my sexy Texas ass!"
"Wait a minute, is it raining today?"
"Wow! Boss! It's raining!"
"I hope it won't rain too hard. If it rains like cats and dogs, it won't be convenient for us to burn zombies."
"It's okay. If a cat or dog is found, just leave the body to us. We guys stationed at the outpost are worried about nothing.
What to do to pass the time!"
For a time, the rapid and concentrated sound of gunfire, the continuous light chatter from the walkie-talkie, and the small sound of a few raindrops hitting the ground all appeared in Gavin's ears.
These many sounds made Gavin couldn't help but smile knowingly.
This is what the elite field service looks like in the survival camp that I have built since the apocalypse broke out!
When a small group of about eighty zombies attacked, the guys didn't even feel nervous. They spontaneously supported the sentry machine guns and quickly covered the area with fire.
Small things like this are handled by everyone while chatting and bragging.
Everyone has long been accustomed to this kind of life!
I even kind of like this kind of life~
Thinking of this, Gavin pushed open the window, jumped out from the second floor, and landed heavily on the ground.
While quickly regaining his center of gravity, he turned on the intercom and said.
"Guys, my name is Gavin, hurry up and don't let the freezing rain in the early morning soak us."
"Also, pay attention to the surroundings, lest there are scattered zombies around us gradually launching a surprise attack."
"In addition, to celebrate the little surprise that the zombies have brought us, for breakfast this morning, everyone has two extra slices of bacon on their bread, and an extra spoonful of fucking jam!"
Just when Gavin said this, the intercom channel was silent for a brief moment.
Immediately afterwards, the gunfire from all directions became much fiercer!
Unfortunately, eighty or so zombies were not enough to fight. In just over twenty seconds, these poor zombies were completely lying on the road to the charge.
The few zombies still standing at the end are also the worst. If we observe them now, we may be able to find their sporadic corpses in the bullets.
It would take at least forty-five seconds for the zombies to rush across a distance of more than three hundred meters, so even if the last zombie fell, it would still be nearly one hundred and eighty meters away from the machine gun position.
Just like that, the zombies that appeared unexpectedly fell down completely, leaving only a large number of guys who had only been enjoying themselves for a few seconds looking at each other.
As for this moment, the funny voices of the guys are still coming from the intercom.
"Ahhhh for the bacon!"
"And fucking omelettes and jam!"
"Fight, men must fight!"
"Fight with your mother, there is no opponent~"
"What the hell? I only filled less than half of the magazine. Is it gone now?"
"A small group of eighty people is really not worthy of a team of hundreds of gunmen wasting bullets!"
"Shit, pure waste, such a waste, at least three hundred rounds of bullets were given to the last zombie standing, and he was beaten to a pulp!"
"Haha, I wonder what the copper mold will look like this time. It will be the same copper ingot as last time, but it will be more artistic, a bronze tree stained with rotten blood and spores~"
Accompanied by the happy and excited chatter of the guys, Gavin was already walking in the open space between the tents.
For a moment, the guys who noticed him greeted him one after another.
"Morning, boss!"
"Boss, morning!"
"Boss, you must not have slept well, okay, come to my tent to rest?"
"Don't be so arrogant, stupid woman, boss, coffee!"
Hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Because someone actually handed him a cup of coffee, and it was still hot!
So Gavin looked at the owner of the coffee in surprise. The field worker who was stared at by him shrugged calmly and smiled.
"Don't be surprised, boss. I didn't drive yesterday, so I slept in the car all day, so I woke up a little early. I might as well make some coffee to drink."
I didn't expect that as soon as I brewed my coffee, there would be zombies visiting~