Drawing the bow and nocking the arrow, Hu Xiaodong initiated rapid-fire mode.

Almost every release of a sharp arrow was accompanied by the sound of zombies hitting the ground.

Thanks to Hu Xiaodong's excellent archery, the pressure around Tang Xiaoquan and the others suddenly lessened considerably. The zombies that used to linger around them, reaching out to scratch from time to time, all disappeared. This finally allowed them to let loose and run for their lives.

After sprinting for another tens of meters, the long-lost semi-trailer gradually came into view. No longer hesitating, everyone jumped off the body of the car, escaping from the clogged "fleet of traffic."

"Get in the car! Quick, quick!" Zhao Yunhai had already started the car, waiting in readiness, and the roar of the engine at this moment sounded as delightful as "a nightingale's song."

Hu Xiaodong did not get distracted due to the arrival of his companions outside the car. He maintained his full concentration, staring straight ahead, his sight constantly shifting and his right hand releasing at the right moments, making it impossible for any zombie attempting to break through his arrow defense to escape being perforated and having their heads blown off.

But ultimately, arrows are limited, while zombies are not. No matter how skilled your archery, no matter how stable your mindset, in the face of a massive horde of zombies, everything seems futile!

Sure enough, just as Hu Xiaodong was shooting with enthusiasm, his quiver of feathered arrows was rapidly depleting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Once again reaching for the corners of the quiver, Hu Xiaodong habitually felt around the arrow mouth's surroundings, a habit he had developed over the years, intending to keep track of the number of arrows in his quiver, so he was always in the know, fully aware.

However, upon finishing this touch, Hu Xiaodong stopped his original action of nocking an arrow and drawing the bow.

Why? Because at this very moment, in his quiver, only a pitiful three arrows remained!

Yes! That's right! Only three left! In just a short five minutes, he had nearly exhausted all thirteen of his arrows.

This was enough to show how urgent the situation was!

Raising his gaze slightly, he glanced at the horde of zombies that had completely swept past the semi-trailer ahead. A sense of helplessness and desolation welled up from within Hu Xiaodong's heart.

No doubt, continuing to shoot like this was meaningless. Trying to stop such a massive horde with just three feathered arrows was simply a pipe dream, wishful thinking.

Arrows were precious, and Hu Xiaodong was unwilling to waste them any further on such a futile endeavor. So, he drew his cleaver with his hand behind his back and jumped off the vehicle.

Without any pause, as he landed, Hu Xiaodong had already locked onto his target, and with a flash of cold light, the cleaver was swung down in rage towards the oncoming zombie.

"Crack!" The blade instantly sank into the zombie's head, and Hu Xiaodong didn't even blink as he pulled out the cleaver and delivered another diagonal slash.

"Slash!"

What a move! The blade passed across its cheek, leaving not a single mark!

In an instant, flesh flew, blood sprayed, and two "unlucky souls" with their brain stems destroyed finally collapsed under the unbearable weight.

"Brother Hu! Get on! We're leaving!" Tang Xiaoquan's shout reached his ears, and Hu Xiaodong knew that his team had finished "preparing to set off," and his defensive delaying mission should also come to an end!

With a swift kick, he knocked down a zombie trying to close in. Hu Xiaodong took a few quick steps to leap onto the vehicle. After getting on, he didn't enter the vehicle but hung himself outside by gripping the handle on the car's edge. Once his body steadied slightly, he quickly slapped the car roof in urgency and shouted, "Old Zhao, drive! Drive!"

No wonder Hu Xiaodong appeared so anxious, because just as he landed on the vehicle, he noticed that the vanguard of the zombie horde had already reached the rear of the GL8.

In other words, if given just a few more seconds, these beasts could completely surround the GL8.

Zhao Yunhai was aware of the critical situation behind the vehicle. In fact, from the moment the zombie horde appeared and till everyone hurriedly got into the car, he, being the first to get in and turn the car around, had been vigilantly observing the situation at the back of the vehicle.

So when the first zombie breached the "restricted zone," he was already prepared for everything.

Everything was in place, just lacking the accelerator!

At this stage, there was nothing more to say. Zhao Yunhai pushed the gear lever with force, simultaneously stepping down with his right foot. The powerful thrust immediately caused the car tires' rim to raise a thick cloud of dust on the ground.

"Eat shit, you beasts!" Wang Qiang, who had been suppressing his frustration for so long, finally vented his pent-up anger as the engine roared to life.

And the other companions likewise let out a long breath, casting off their "burdens."

"Vroom..." The car's speed soared rapidly, almost instantly reaching 60 km/h.

For Zhao Yunhai, who had over a decade of driving experience, he was much stronger in both operation and psychological resilience compared to Acheng.

So those excited, arm-waving approaching zombie hordes didn't even get a chance to touch the GL8 before being splattered in the face with a thick cloud of exhaust and dust.

Hu Xiaodong's hands tightly gripped the vehicle sides, half-hanging outside. The wind fiercely whipped his white shirt, making it flutter noisily.

After speeding for over three minutes, once he confirmed that there were no traces of zombies behind, the GL8 finally slowed down gradually. Taking this opportunity, Hu Xiaodong crouched himself into the vehicle.

He pulled the car door shut forcefully, and Hu Xiaodong leaned back against the seat with a sense of relief, with sweat rolling down his cheek.

It was truly a close call. Recalling the scene of the surging zombie horde just moments ago, Hu Xiaodong couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

Inside the car, it was very quiet. The survivors were all adjusting their chaotic emotions on their own. Wei Yang distributed the pre-prepared food and bottled water to everyone.

After all, no matter how winding the road; no matter how difficult life was, the day still had to go on.

This meal was particularly delicious for everyone. Even though it was just some bread and biscuits, to the survivors who had just struggled to live on the brink of death, it was no different from a full-course feast!

After making slight adjustments, Tang Xiaoquan organized his thoughts, then pulled out the walkie-talkie from the bag and said lightly, "Brother Hu, we found this on a vehicle with armed police plates just now, and someone got in touch with us during that time!"

Nodding quietly, Hu Xiaodong already noticed everything the young man mentioned while taking advantage of his vantage point. So, he went straight to the core topic, "Did they say anything? Can they provide us shelter?"

"Well~" Tang Xiaoquan pondered, scratching his head, then slowly raised his head to meet Hu Xiaodong's gaze...

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