"Fuck!"
Yang Yong and Cao Xianming both swore viciously from their respective vehicles.
They were cursing the same person... the Third Elder.
But after cursing, neither harbored any more illusions. They began thinking carefully about how to escape their current predicament.
The most urgent thing now was to reach the Barbican as quickly as possible and close that Light Gate.
As the Survival Convoy charged toward the city gate, the Zombies grew increasingly dense.
At first, there were only a scattered few. Then they began appearing in small groups.
Later, the noise of the convoy's advance no longer drew small groups of Zombies, but vast waves of them, one after another.
Those Zombies surged in from every direction.
Like a great, rotting net drawing tight.
Zheng Xiaofeng's Off-Road Vehicle led the way, clearing a path, and soon crashed head-on into the Zombie horde.
"Speed up! Ram straight through!"
Zheng Xiaofeng stood atop the Off-Road Vehicle, his entire body covered in Iron Armor.
"Hahaha, come on! You sons of bitches!"
He threw his head back and laughed, swinging both hands and punching away the Zombies charging toward the Off-Road Vehicle, one after another.
Bang!
The Zombies blocking the Off-Road Vehicle were sent flying, tumbling through the air before crashing into the horde behind them.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
The sounds of flesh being ground to pulp rang out over and over.
But... the Zombies were too densely packed.
Even with Zheng Xiaofeng constantly clearing the way ahead, the convoy inevitably slowed.
The crushed Zombie flesh smeared the wheels and the road, turning the entire stretch into a mire from hell.
"Xiaofeng, move! Let me!"
Wang Ying leaped onto the roof of the Off-Road Vehicle.
Was Sister Ying about to make her move?
Hearing her voice, Zheng Xiaohai immediately adjusted his speed and